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Cancelled Plans, Realized Dreams

By: Armphid



The wind gusted and the little sedan shook from the force of it, being shoved a few inches to the side despite Carrie turning into the battering column of air. "I can't believe this! And today of all days!" The blizzard had been worse than any of the weather reports had predicted; they'd all said there would be a snowstorm. No one said it would be a near white-out with howling winds and six inches in the first hour. The county had already declared a Level 2 Snow Emergency and she was just hoping it wouldn't get worse. It couldn't keep this up for that long, right? 

It was Valentine's Day and Carrie Shaffer was looking forward to spending a romantic night at home with her husband. It would be their first Valentine's Day together as husband and wife. She had everything ready at home for a candlelit dinner and then to the bedroom for a delicious night of play. Her Jason had finally agreed to dominate her and she'd set out all the toys for use; even the new flogger. Now she would be happy if they both got home alive, especially with him teaching out at the branch campus today. The roads there were a lot worse than the ones in the city, with fewer plows to over a wider area. It might take him hours to get home...if he got home at all. "Or if I get home at all," she muttered.

Not constructive thinking, Carrie! She sighed and adjusted her hands on the wheel, gripping it tightly as her car trundled on through the deepening snow on the road. The twenty-three year old white woman felt a few locks of her chestnut hair starting to stick to her forehead, having slipped out from under the crocheted hat she wore. Her hair normally fell to her shoulders in a straight, smooth curtain but she had it back in a low tail today. Eyes that were the deep, warm brown of liquid chocolate flicked between the road and the rearview mirror. She had a round face that was pretty and sweet, with plush lips and a small button nose. Carrie was a small woman in stature, only 5'3" in height, and though she weighed more than she was happy with, it was delightfully distributed. Her breasts were enormous; high, round, pert jugs that seemed to thrust ahead of her in defiance of all laws of physics. Wrapped up in the thick padded jacket she wore, they looked almost ridiculously large. Her stomach was a bit round but barely so, her hips wider than her waist and her ass was a plush glory that Sir Mix-a-Lot would have proudly partaken of; for a white girl, she had some serious back. Or for anyone, really. Her winter clothes hid her body but being layered on top of her curves gave her awkwardly ample figure.

"Deep breaths, Carrie, we're fine. You're doing great, we'll all get home safe and sound." Her friend, passenger, and co-worker gave her a warm smile. Amina Darsha was 21; the Indian-American girl and Carrie met at work and they had hit it off brilliantly. A similar sense of humor, mutual fandoms, and a strong background in geek formed a friendship that had formed swiftly but become deep. There were things Carrie had told Amina that only her husband knew. Carrie was pretty but Amina was beautiful; her oval shaped face clean featured and artfully composed as if by a master sculptor. Her cheekbones were high and defined without being sharp, her jawline tapering just right, and her chin delicate. Her lips were cupid-like perfection and her eyes a sparkling light hazel color that was keen and insightful. She had glossy, shiny black hair that feel in a shimmering curtain down to the small of her back, often in a tight braid. 

Her skin was a rich nutty brown; smooth, silken, flawless, at least as much of it as Carrie had ever seen. Not that she would mind seeing more; she totally would jump Amina if she wasn't married and if she knew Amina would be into it. Carrie had body issues and as much as she loved Amina, looking at her friend didn't help. She had exactly the body Carrie wished she had. Amina was tall for a woman at 5'9" and was slender and graceful. Her shoulders were slim as was her stomach and waist. Her lovely breasts were hardly large but were also definitely not small; a happy medium with each filling a large man's hand nicely. Her hips were a pleasant swell from her waistline and her ass was a ripe, pert peach. She was bundled up as well but the winter clothes that made Carrie feel like she looked ridiculously buxom made Amina looked fuller figured while still being elegant. "I'm just sorry you have to give my car-less ass a ride. Maybe I should just break down and look into getting one."

"I'll ride your ass anytime," Carrie quipped. The two of them traded innuendo and come-ons all the time, a game they played. Not that it was entirely a game. Carrie was bisexual and had confided to Jason that if she could get freaky with one woman, it would be Amina. "Besides, we're almost there and we've been carpooling for the last two months anyway. I'd miss having private time with you." 

"Awww." She grinned impudently and batted her eyes, "Carrie, do you...like me? Do you want to be my Valentine? What would your husband say?"

Before the white woman could answer there was a short, wailing blip that came on behind them along with flashing red and blue lights. "Shit." Glancing in the rearview, Carrie saw the snow clad police car with its bubble lights going. It flashed its' headlights and she could see the officer inside motioning her to pull over. "What now? It's not like I'm speeding in this crap." She grunted and swung the car slowly to the side of the road, depressing the brakes carefully to bring it to a stop. The cop car slid in behind them and halted, the officer swinging his door open and striding to their vehicle. Carrie was already lowering the window, wincing at the biting wind that snapped in as the barrier disappeared, scattering snow over her. "Hi, Officer. Is there something wrong? I don't think I was speeding."

"Nothing you did wrong, ma'am." He was a nice enough looking older man; his face serious and stern but not threatening and his tone was crisp and professional. "The county just declared a Level 3 Snow Emergency. All citizens need to get off the roads; emergency personnel only." He looked over the two attractive yet disparate young women. "How long until you get back home, ma'am?"

Carrie huffed, "I'm...six or seven miles away yet. I was just taking my friend home." 

The cop shook his head, "Too far, ma'am. Is there somewhere closer you can stay?"

Amina nodded, "Officer, my place is just up the road." She pointed ahead where a sign for luxury townhouses could be seen. "That's it there. She can stay with me." 

He nodded, "All right then. Ma'am, I understand wanting to go home in this, but it's too dangerous. You stay with your friend tonight. If you are out on the roads, you can be fined or even imprisoned. Do you understand?" 

Prick! "Yes, Officer," she replied meekly. She did know he was just doing his job and Level 3 did mean it was super dangerous out but she wanted to go home! 

"It'll be cool, Carrie, like a sleepover!" Amina reached over and rested a warm, brown hand on one of her pale ones. "You can call Jason when we get to my place and let him know what's up, he'll understand."

The cop nodded, "That's for the best, ma'am. I'll follow you there just to make sure you get in okay." 

Ugh. "Thank you, Officer." She smiled at him and was pleased to see him straighten up a bit and walk back to his car with a bit of a strut. Well, that was kind of nice, at least. And a little creepy maybe, but a girl liked knowing she could do that to a guy. Once he was back in his car, he flashed his lights and she waved, the car slowly crunching into movement again as it compacted the snow to crawl forward. 

The cop was probably right to get them off the roads, she had to admit. The storm seemed to actually be getting worse; it took them a full ten minutes to go the half block to Amina's townhouse and then through the now eight plus inches of snow to get to her building. Both of them almost fell twice on the way from the car, only Carrie actually falling when she stumbled over the curb and face planted in the cold snow. It was deep enough to pad the sidewalk so she wasn't hurt but her pride and a faceful of snow; her face red and wet from it as Amina helped her up and the two lurched for the door. What was worse was that it somehow got inside her jacket, soaking all down her front. 

Twenty minutes later, Carrie was seated with Amina on either end of the couch in her townhouse's living room, her wet clothes off and hanging in the downstairs bathroom to dry. Carrie was clad in her friend's bathrobe; a thick terry cloth affair in a pale pink that was too long to walk in well and too small to close over her chest. There was a wide swath of exposed cleavage that heaved as she took deep drinks of the coffee Amina had provided; this was her third cup. It tasted a little off but it was warming her very well. Maybe too well. She looked over the cup at Amina, "Did you put something in this?"

The Indian beauty nodded, "Irish coffee's the best thing coming in out of the cold. My grandmother's recipe." She grinned, "What? Don't I look Irish?" 

"Suren ye do, me girl," Carrie replied in her worst brogue, "And I'm a Chinese jet pilot!"

Amina giggled, "Well, maybe grandma just got it from an Irishman."

Carrie wiggled her eyebrows, "I bet she did." She took another long drink, now noting the strange taste as whiskey. She avoided it normally, not liking the taste and being a total lightweight. "Mmm, this is nice. Thanks, Amina."

"Hey, least I can do after you got trapped here driving me around." The gorgeous Indian girl had changed out of her work clothes, wearing a lighter, thinner satin robe that clung delightfully to her graceful curves. Carrie wasn't sure what she was wearing under it as she was able to see a great deal of shapely leg. "I'm sorry it's not what you wanted on Valentine's Day." 

"It's okay." She'd called Jason while stripping off her wet things in the bathroom. The night she had planned wouldn't have happened even if she got home; his car wouldn't start and he thought he'd have to sleep at the campus overnight. Thankfully one of his colleagues who lived nearby had noticed his predicament and taken him to his place. "We're all safe, so that's all right. There'll be other days." Just not any as romantic. Their first Valentine's as a married couple...well, no point moping about it. Carrie smiled at her younger friend. "Besides, I'm with a sexy younger woman, both of us just wearing bath robes, and she's clearly trying to get me tipsy to take advantage of me." She waggled the coffee cup, "I've had worse Valentine's Days."

Amina's eyes swept over Carrie, lingering on the cleavage exposed by the robe, and she felt her cheeks heating as the Indian girl made no attempt to hide checking her out. "Me too. But you know...if I wanted to take advantage of you, I wouldn't need to get you tipsy." Her voice was a bit lower, a bit throaty and it sent a sweet chill up Carrie's spine.

Carrie flushed and licked her lips. The feeling in the room had changed,. "You probably wouldn't, no. I mean, if I wasn't married. You're so awesome, and so hot, and ...damn, girl, I would hit that so hard!" She giggled but she meant it. Her crush on Amina had started almost as soon as they met. 

Amina's smile was sleek and vaguely predatory. There was a considering look in her bright eyes. "And since you are married? Do I need to get you liquored up?"

Carrie blushed and laughed weakly. That was a little past their normal teasing. "It would help, but you wouldn't need too much. I mean, Jason and I, we've talked about, you know, being open to new experiences. Even new partners, but we're supposed to talk to each other and get the ok first but...it'd be so hot, I know he'd forgive me." She grinned, "I mean, he thinks you're totally smoking too."

"That's good." Amina slid down the couch to close the distance between them a bit, just a foot or so of space separating them now. "Did you have any of those "new experiences" planned for tonight?"

"Mm-hm." Carrie took the last gulp of the intoxicating beverage and sighed wistfully. "He was going to dominate me." 

Amina blinked and stiffened, though Carrie didn't notice as she was looking down at her empty coffee mug, turning it slowly in her hands. "That's something you want? To be dominated?"

"Yeah. I've fantasized about if for years. I've watched BDSM porn, read books, I love it!" She was blushing again, "We've talked about it but he's more submissive, like me, so we weren't sure if it would work, but we were finally going to try it. I even spent a hundred dollars on a leather flogger for him to use on me! He'd tie me up and..." She shook her head and sighed. "Oh, well. Maybe another day." 

"Maybe, maybe not." Amina was looking at Carrie with undisguised interest. "You know, you always talk about how I look but you sell yourself short."

"Because I am short!"

The dark skinned girl ignored the interruption. "You're so pretty. And your figure is just amazing. I would kill for tits like yours."

Carrie swallowed, suddenly feeling even warmer, almost too warm. She had an odd impulse to open the robe wider, maybe undo the belt and let if fall open completely. "If I could have a body like yours, so elegant and perfect, you could have them."

Amina turned to face her and moved at the same time, closing the space between them, her hands moving to push Carrie back against the arm of the couch. "Maybe we can both have the body we want," she whispered. Before Carrie could catch up to what had just happened, what she had just said, the feel of the satin robe and the warmth of the younger woman's glorious body, Amina leaned in and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. 

Her breath caught in her throat and she felt the mug fall from her suddenly lifeless hands, dimly aware of it thumping on the thick carpet. Amina's lips were soft, so very soft, and warm, almost hot, and tasted sweet and spicy. Carrie whimpered into them and after a few stunned moments returned the kiss. She felt Amina smile and then renew the kiss with increased intensity, one of the other woman's hands sliding through Carrie's hair before grabbing a fistful and deepening the kiss as she gave a light yank. The buxom woman gasped and then felt Amina's tongue spear into her open mouth. The dexterous muscle tasted her, probing her mouth before pulling back. 

Amina broke the kiss, both of them breathing heavier, looking down at Carrie with parted lips. "You hot little white bitch," she cooed, "I've wanted to fuck you for months. Ever since I saw you in the store with these huge jugs bouncing and all the men eyefucking you." She smiled, "But we became friends and I met Jason; I like him and I didn't want to break you guys up." There was no hesitation in her words, no doubt in them that she could have if she'd wanted. "And now here you are, telling me you want me, you want to be dominated, to be taken, and fuck that's what I've wanted to do to you." 

She leaned back. "So. Here's what's going to happen, Carrie. I'm going upstairs and get some things ready. You think about whether this is something you really want or not. I refuse to cause any problems in your marriage or take advantage of you without your full, considered consent. In fifteen minutes, if you want me to take you, come up the stairs and knock on the first door on the right. When I give you permission to enter, you come in and drop the robe, take off your panties first if you have them on still, and then you'll say 'Mistress Amina, please take me, I want to be yours' and then...oh, I'll give you a night you're never forget, my little Valentine. You'll obey me and the rules I lay out without questions or you'll be punished but you'll love every minute of it either way." 

Amina took a deep breath, "If you change your mind, if it would freak you out too much, if you're worried about your marriage or our friendship, just stay here. I'll come back down and we'll pretend it never happened. Okay?" Carrie nodded, "Speak, girl, I want to know you understand."

Carrie shivered. God, was this really happening? It was like a wet dream or a porn script! "I understand. Fifteen minutes to be at your door or to stay here and let things go back to...normal." But could they? Amina said they'd pretend it never happened but she wasn't sure she could. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt...fuck, she felt so turned on! Her body was so warm and she could feel a fresh wet heat between her legs. 

"Good girl." Amina leaned in and brushed her lips over Carrie's. "Pick up that mug either way, all right?" She then stood up off the coach and stared at the busty wife for a few moments before turning and heading up the stairs. 

Carrie sat unmoving until she heard a door shut upstairs and then she shuddered, leaning back against the couch. Holy fucking fuck. This...she and Amina had kissed and now...she licked her lips, as if to feel the lingering warmth of her friend's lips. "God...this...is crazy." It was like something out of her fantasies! Her gorgeous Indian friend taking her in the most delicious and wicked ways. She wanted it, she wasn't even going to try and fool herself into thinking otherwise. But if she did this...what would it mean? How would she and Amina act from now on? Would they still be friends? And shit, what about her marriage? If she and Jason had talked about it, agreed on it, that would be one thing. But this was out of the blue. 

But hadn't they talked about experimenting? Trying new things? Carrie leaned down and picked up the fallen coffee cup, noting pleasantly that there hadn't been enough left to spill onto the carpet. She got the sense that Amina would punish her more if there had. ...Wait, did she just think that? "I guess part of me has made up my mind," she whispered. 

Carrie rose and set the mug down on the coffee table and picked up her phone from where it lay on the polished surface. She pulled up Jason's name, her thumb hovering over the button to call him. She should. She should call and ask if he was okay with this. Carrie was sure he would be but was that an honest conclusion or just being self-serving? But what if he wasn't okay with it? What if he said no? Would she ever get this chance again? Would she regret not taking the risk now?

She hit the call button and lifted the phone to her ear. It rang and rang and rang and then there was a click, "This is Jason Shaffer. Sorry I couldn't answer now but leave a message and I'll get right back to you."

Carrie bit her lower lip and then smiled shyly, even though no one was there to see it, "Hey, babe, it's me. Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart. I love you and I'm going to have a great story when I see you again. I love you, okay? I know I already said that but I want you to know that it won't change, no matter what." 

She lowered the phone and ended the call, staring at the screen. Carrie was breathing heavily; her stomach tense and anxious. She knew what she wanted, what she was going to do. The brunette bombshell set her phone down and walked into Amina's kitchen. Maybe another Irish coffee first, just to settle her nerves. It ended up being more whiskey than coffee this time and the smoky taste made her mouth feel thick and clumsy as she sat on the couch. She stared at her phone, watching the time tick by. Would he call back? If he did, what would she say? 

It felt like hours were passing but then it was suddenly just three minutes to Amina's deadline. Carrie nibbled her lower lip and then took a few deep breaths. "Oh, God." What was she going to do...fuck. That wasn't right. She knew. She knew what she was going to do. Carrie looked at her phone and set it down, an uncertain smile on her face. "Good night, baby. Don't be mad, okay?" Her heart was racing. Her palms felt sweaty. And it felt like she had coals in her pussy; a steady burning in her core. 


Cancelled Plans, Realized Dreams



The buxom brunette stood and walked to the staircase, making her way up with measured steps. Her heart felt like it might crack her ribs, it was going so fast, so hard. She reached out with a trembling right hand and then rapped on the door sharply once, twice. Oh, God. For a few moments, there was silence and she bit her lower lip. Had Amina changed her mind?

"Enter." Her friend's voice was familiar and yet different; there was a casual but confident tone to it that demanded respect and response. Carrie took a deep breath and reached out to grab the door knob, twisting and turning it, pushing the door open and stepping inside. It was darker than she expected; candles burned all over the room and the smell of...roses and leather filled her nose now that she stepped inside. The flickering illumination revealed a large master bedroom that had clearly been designed with play in mind. There was an x-shaped wooden cross in one corner with metal rings set in intervals along its length. Set into the ceiling in the opposite corner was a pair of hooks that currently held a small block and tackle complete with a low hanging winch with a dangling chain and a d-clip on the end. Along the wall to her right a number of implements hung; whips, floggers, riding crops, and more; in a few colors but most in shades of pink. The hall closest to her on the right was set with large windows through which light filtered in as the lights in the parking lot reflected off the snow swirling in the air and burying everything outside. The remaining wall was mostly taken up by a large four poster bed; the posts stout and also studded with metal loops at regular intervals, not far from it was an old style desk and vanity with a large heart-shaped mirror, and past that the door to the master bath. 

Amina was seated at the vanity, her hazel eyes looking at Carrie from the mirror. She stood and turned, placing a hand on her hip and quirking an eyebrow. The taller girl was stunning; her smooth and flawless brown skin was well displayed by the few clothes she wore. High heeled leather boots in pink, trimmed and detailed in black, were laced up to her knees, leaving her shapely legs bare. She wore a pair of skimpy black panties decorated with shiny, lacy red hearts, her midriff and sides exposed before a cunningly and beautiful corset that lifted and offered up her sweet tits in the most tempting way; the corset was stylized with a heart motif as well and the pink edged in black motif repeated there. Her long dark hair was out of the braid and pulled up into a high tail that cascaded down with locks flowing over her shoulders, tied in place with-

Carrie blinked. Were those her panties? When had she taken those? 

She lifted a riding crop up off the desk with her right hand; a stiff length wrapped in interspaced black and white leather before ending in a heart-shaped red tip. "Forgetting something?"

She blinked and blushed, "Ah!" The luscious married woman shrugged off the loosened robe and let it tumble off her shoulder to the floor, "Mistress Amina!" Carrie licked her lips and bowed her head, "Please take me. I want to be yours." 

Amina looked at her coolly for a few moments before a slow smile spread across her face, "I've wanted to hear you say that for so long. Oh, my pet. I will take you, I will own you, I will do such wonderful, wicked things to you." She let her eyes slide over Carrie's body. Her tits were the size of Amina's head, she was sure of it, but jutted out like towering mountains of perfect flesh capped with already stiffening pinkish nipples. Her cute little belly, plenty flat for her size but she knew how it bugged Carrie, her surprisingly narrow waist, the swell of her hips and ass, and her pussy, her wet-wait. It was Amina's turn to blink, her head rocking back in surprise. "Is that...a heart?"

Carrie blushed and nodded, spreading her legs wider apart to allow for a better view. Her pussy was pretty and pink, her lips engorged and above it was a thin, well-trimmed patch of chestnut hair that was clearly in a heart shape. "W-well, it's Valentine's Day, and Jason and I were going to be fucking and all, so...I thought it would be appropriate. And sexy. And dirty. And kinda silly."

The Indian girl giggled, "It's all those things. I like it." She gestured around the room, "Just like this, candles and the smell of roses. Just because it's sexy, strong, dominating, naughty," she hung on the last word, "doesn't mean it can't be romantic too." She took a breath and slapped the crop into her left palm, "Now. Let's establish some rules. You do as I say, speak when I tell you to, and you will address me as "Mistress Amina". Non-verbal sounds are just fine though. Yelp, whine, moan, whimper, scream...make any delicious noise you like but I command your words. Do you understand?"

Carrie shivered, "Yes, Mistress Amina."

"Ohh, lovely." The taller girl approached and cupped Carrie's chin in her left hand and tilted her head up to have their eyes meet. "Normally we'd talk about what we'd want to do, limits, and so on. I'm being a bit improper and a lot of people in the community would be rightly concerned...but I've wanted to do this to you for so long I don't give a fuck. However, I'm not going to risk your health or happiness or my own. So, if I start doing something and you're not sure you like it, you say 'yellow' and I'll back off and we'll discuss. If you really don't like it and you don't want to go back, you say 'red' and I'll stop immediately. If it gets too much and you want to stop entirely, say 'black' and it'll all be over, I'll let you out, take anything off, and we'll just chill and cuddle and talk about it later. Summarize, pet."

She licked her lips, "I say 'yellow' if I'm not sure about what's happening, 'red' if I don't like it, and 'black' if I...if I can't handle it, Mistress Amina."

"Tsk, tsk. Not 'if you can't handle it,' Carrie. That's a little judgey. This will be very intense. And you never know how a person will react until they've been through it. If you don't like it, you don't like it, there's no 'toughing' it through or any stupid shit like that. You'll just end up hurt and scared, and that will hurt me too." She raised her eyebrows, "You understand?"

She blushed and nodded, feeling a warm surge in her heart. Amina really was amazing. Beautiful, confident, strong, smart, and throw some wisdom in there. "Yes, Mistress Amina. How are you younger than me?"

The dominatrix laughed, "Call me an old soul and you won't be able to sit down without wincing for a week." She then tipped her head back and ran the tip of the riding crop over her lips, "Although I may do that anyway...that big, pretty ass of yours would look great red. Do you have any questions before we begin?"

The young wife licked her lips. She should have a million questions but her mind was just blank. "No, Mistress Amina. I'm ready. I think."

"Mm, we'll see, my pet." She reached out with the crop to tap Carrie's right arm, "Arms up, hands on your head." Carrie swallowed and did so, the movement lifting her breasts slightly and more fully exposing the sides. Amina walked around her to the left, eyes running over the white woman's lush body. "Wonderful. You have a body made for use, pet. This world we live in with its standards is insane. Men and women would be panting after you in any age but this stick figure woman ideal one." The crop came out again, with force this time, to smack the small of her back with a solid thwack and a clear noise, "Arch your back, girl, thrust those big tits out for me!" 

Carrie took a breath and did so, bowing her back and making her jugs jut out even more. Amina cooed and tucked the crop under her left arm, reaching out and running her hands over her friend's ample titflesh. "Oh, so nice! Big ones are sometimes too soft or else fake...these are deliciously plush, so warm, nice and giving all the way through. All natural." The brunette let out a soft moan as the clever hands slid over her slopes and around her curves, feeling and exploring every inch of skin on her melons. She let out a gasp when the brown skinned girl flicked her thumbs over her nipples and began to toy with them, "More sensitive than big ones often are too...mm. And these get nice sized too, don't they?" 

She suddenly pinched Carrie's nipples hard, the submissive woman opening her mouth to let out a yelp of pain and surprise. Amina muffled the sound with her lips; capturing her in a hard, forceful kiss. Her fingers kept hold of Carrie's nipples throughout it, twisting and pressing hard on them. Her tongue delved into the married woman's mouth as she gasped and whimpered before pulling back. "I love the sounds you make. Oh, the fun I'll have with you, you hot bitch!" 

She stepped up against Carrie, rubbing her corseted breasts against the other woman's, taking the riding crop out from under her arm and into her right hand again. She let it fall to her waist and then whipped her wrist around to make the crop snap into Carrie's ass. "AhH!" She jumped, the sharp pain lancing through her and seeming to send a pulse right to her pussy. 

"Oh, you liked that. And the way you bounced!" Anima giggled and whipped another, two, three more wrap snaps into Carrie's plush butt to make her jiggle and bounce, the older girl letting out a sharp yet soft yelp each time. Their tits were still pressed together; the force of Carrie's bouncing and jiggling mashing Amina's back into her chest. "Must have more of that, I think...but...mm. Yes, yes, I like that idea." She stepped back, "You can put your arms down, girl, then go over to that corner," the riding crop pointing to the one with the winch. "You'll find a hidden closet. Open it and take out one of the pillows and lay it on the ground. You'll kneel on it, sitting nice and upright, knees spread nice and wide." The riding crop went low and ran along the lips of Carrie's sex, making her stiffen up and draw in a ragged breath, "Show me this sweet pussy. You understand?"

"Y-yes, Mistress Amina," she answered in a breathy rush, the crop being rubbed against her warm, wet, sensitive sex. 

"Good, pet. Go then." Carrie nodded and walked to the corner, noting Amina going to what was clearly the toy wall and looking over her options. She watched her new mistress reach out and press an apparently blank wall, only for it to click and the edge of a cabinet door to appear and start to open.

Carrie ran her hands along the wall in the corner, feeling the edge of the hidden closet. She could see it too, this close up, but it was cunningly hidden. She pressed and it clicked, swinging open. There was a variety of linens inside; sheets, pillow cases, blankets, silk scarves, gags, blindfolds, and several pillows of varying sizes. She pulled out one of the largest ones; a thick body pillow in a lurid red and gold pillowcase that looked like it came out of an Old West bordello. She set it down under the hanging chain and knelt down; shifting to get her knees as wide as she could without risking falling over or straining her legs. She'd be so embarrassed if she fell over! 

Amina's hips swayed as she approached, her left hand behind her back, the right still holding the riding crop. "Don't you look delicious, pet? Hold your hands out in front of you, close together, open, palms down." The woman did as requested and her friend smiled, "Good girl, pet." She moved her left hand back around to reveal a pair of handcuffs lined with a velvety cloth and joined by a short chain five links long. She let them hang in front of Carrie for a few seconds with a devilish grin on her face and then deftly snapped them into place on her wrists. "Lift your arms over your head." As she did so, the Indian woman reached up and pulled the d-clip down further, the winch clicking as the length of chain went through it. She hooked the middle link of the cuffs onto it and then looked down at the white wife with a grin, "Do you know what this will do, pet?" 

Before Carrie could answer, Amina reached up and turned the handle of the winch; click, click, click, taking slack out of the chain. Carrie shivered. Oh, God, this was really happening. She was handcuffed and soon to be helpless. "It keeps me helpless to resist you or cover myself, Mistress Amina."

"It does." Click, click, click, and Carrie drew in a short, sharp breath as the now tight chain clicked up further and drew her arms with it, stretching them upwards. "But it does something even better." Click, click, click, and the bound girl let out a grunt and a whimper as she straightened up and rose up higher on her knees to meet the pull of the chain. "It opens you to me." She turned the winch again; click, click, click. Carrie whimpered more intensely, her arms stretched to straining but not to pain. She was as upright on her knees as she could be; the chain, winch, and anchor hooks taking the majority of her weight off of her without fully suspending her. "I've got all of you exposed now, mine to play with, and not a damn thing you can do about it." Amina ran the tip of the crop over Carrie's left cheek and down her neck before tracing the curve of her left breast, "This sweet face, those honey lips, these giant fucking milk bags of yours." She flicked her wrist and Carrie yelped as the tip snapped against her nipple. "Your stomach," she moved the crop lower, "your hips, your thighs," she giggled and struck Carrie's right outer thigh and then reversed her wrist to deliver a blow to her inner thigh as well. "Your pussy." Carrie braced herself for a strike but then shivered as Amina just ran the part of the hard yet supple length over her engorged lips, a moan slipping from her after a moment. Then came the stinging snap of the crop and she cried out; a bolt of pain overwritten with pleasure shooting up through her brain from her sex at the impact. Her huge tits bounced and jiggled when she jumped from it, Amina chuckling and walking around her, "This big ass." It was her left hand what swung down to slap her left cheek, then the right with a pair of hard blows that both made a flat smack ring out in the relative quiet of the condo. "So much I can do to you, pet. The hardest thing is deciding where to start." 

Amina turned and walked away again. Carrie craned her head to try and see what she was doing, able to look around her own arm enough to see the taller girl hanging the riding crop back on the wall and lifting up another item and slinging it over her shoulder. The brown eyes went wide as she recognized the many wide leather strips of a flogger hanging down, fixating on it so much so that she missed Amina retrieving another, smaller, tightly packed set of items and tucking them into her corset. She walked back to Carrie's rear, slipping the flogger off her shoulder and taking the handle into her right hand. The tails were all broad straps of soft leather an inch wide, a dozen of them, joined into a knot and then pulled down through a handle of braided black and pink leather. "This is what you were looking forward to, as I recall. I was delighted to hear it; I love all my toys but the flogger is one I keep coming back to."

Carrie shivered as Amina moved behind her, out of her field of vision, dangling the flogger low so the tails brushed over her ass. It was soft but slightly rough, cool, with a texture she'd never felt against her skin before, sending little tingles through her skin. She let out a low, soft moan as Amina dragged it up and over her spine, up the back of her neck, giving a light and playful slap of the tails to the back of her head. "You look wonderful, pet." Amina grabbed a handful of Carrie's hair and pulled her head back, whispering in her ear, "I lied, you know. I know exactly where to start." The flogger pulled away from her and Carrie felt and saw Amina moving again, coming into her peripheral vision on her left. "I've imagined having you here just like this. Oh, what I did to you in my fantasies..."

The blow came without warning. It was a hard, fast, strike of that many headed tool across Carrie's ass and the loud, flat, slapping thwack startled her as much as the feeling of it, the sudden pain that burst through her buttocks. "Ahh!" 

Amina laughed and struck again with the flogger, again, again, "I started by giving you a good beating, you teasing bitch!" She switched her target, the wide strips slapping down hard on her left cheek, then the right, then the left, and on and on. "Tanning this big fuck-me ass you're always showing off! Tight jeans, leggings, knowing how they cling to you, giving everyone a perfect look at this big booty!" 

Carrie yelped with each blow, her body rocking forward a bit but the chain her arms were suspended by was tense and strong enough to let her rock back into position. Her tits bounced almost obscenely with each blow and she felt...oh, it felt so dirty! So nasty! So good despite it all! Her fingers wriggled and tensed as her friend beat her ass over and over, feeling it tingle and burn as the skin reddened and abraded. God damn! She'd feel it every time she sat down, hell, just putting her pants on again, and it would remind her of this, of her being bound and tied, being a submissive pet for Amina! She let out a loud moan as her pussy throbbed and she briefly wondered if it was dripping onto the pillow below her. She felt like she was sopping down there!

The flogger cracked against both her cheeks again, Carrie shifting her ass back for another blow, but one did not come. She blinked. Then she cried out anew as a rather than the cool leather, Amina's warm hand slapped her ass hard. The sting of the slap on her raw skin made her eyes water and her cunt tense up. "Mm! Oh, your ass is hot now, pet! And such a nice color!" Amina slapped her ass again, "Oh, look at it jiggle!" Her hand stayed and her fingers gripped one plush cheek hard, making Carrie squeal at the intensity of the sensation from of her domme's grip digging into her ass. "As if I haven't seen it before with you parading this big ass in front of everyone at work." She let go and then slapped hard again, "Tease! Well, you've teased me long enough. This ass is mine now, pet." She pulled her arm back wide and swung harder than before, the sound of her hand striking Carrie's right cheek almost like a gunshot. "Say it!"

"AHH! Ah, Mistress Amina, m-my ass, my ass is yours, Mistress," Carrie moaned. Fuck! How could it hurt and feel so good? It felt like her pussy was just going to melt out of her! 

"Damn right. But you know this ass...isn't even the worst part of your teasing, you playful little bitch." Amina stepped around so that she was in front of Carrie now, looking down at her with blazing eyes. "Not by a long shot." The flogger was draped over her left shoulder, the tails flowing over her breast almost like a stole. "And you can play innocent about showing off your booty but not these, oh, no. Tell me, pet. Tell me what you use to get sales, to get consideration for time off, tell me what you use to all but whore yourself."

The white woman felt an erotic shiver go through her. She always loved dirty talk but the way Amina was taking this was so intense! "I wear tight shirts, or as low cut ones as I can get away with, b-because I know it gets me more sales, more attention, Mistress. I use my breasts, Mistress Amina."

"Breasts?" The taller girl raised an eyebrow, "I've got breasts. Lovely, pert, shapely breasts." She took the flogger into her right hand and moved to rest it on her right shoulder, the tails dangling over her back. She leaned forward to lower her chest to Carrie's eye level; her modest but pleasing assets joyfully offered up by the corset she wore. "These are breasts, pet." 

She straightened up and her left hand grabbed Carrie's left tit and squeezed hard, making her wince and cry out, wriggling in her bonds, the chain rattling, "These fucking huge things aren't breasts. Tits, jugs, melons, fuck, breasts is too decent a word for these fuckpillows." The flogger came down in a swift, straight line, slapping the bound woman's right tit hard. She squealed and let out a sharp gasp but instead of pulling away, she arched her back to press her assets out further. "These obscene, damned...udders." 




Cancelled Plans, Realized Dreams



The flogger came back up with the same force, the tails striking the underside of her breast now. Amina let the go with her hand and took a half step back for room, starting to swing in a sort of figure eight motion, a blow down her right breast, diagonally across and then down to smack the left twice, back across to smack the upper part of the right and then down again. Her movements were crisp and sure and the scale-like flat progression of the tails against Carrie's lush flesh sounded over and over and over again as Amina treated her friend's jugs as she had her ass. "That's right! Fucking udders, like a dirty beast! And you are, you nasty slut! Jiggling those jugs and flashing cleavage all the time, loving how guys are so eager for you to help them, eye fucking you while you wait on them!" 

Carrie writhed under the assault; the feelings so much more intense than when her ass was beaten. Maybe because she could see it. Maybe because there was some truth to what Amina was saying. Maybe because her tits were more sensitive. What the fuck ever the reason or reasons were, it felt...it felt amazing! She let her head back, yelping and moaning in equal measure, trying to offer up her tits as best she could. "Mu-," she started to ask for more but caught herself, knowing she wasn't to speak unless clearly directed, "Muhhh," she groaned out.

"Look at you! Look at you, you nasty fuckmeat! If I let you speak, you'd be begging for me to flog these udders raw!" There was honest surprise and even admiration in her tone. She'd thought and hoped Carrie would be into it but it was almost scary just how naturally she took to this! "And that sound! God damn, you are a huge titted cow, aren't you? I was right to call these udders. That's what you'll call them whenever we're together now, you got that?"

"AhH! Yes, yuh-yes, Mistress Amina!" Carrie jerked in her bonds, the chains rattling, her face flushed and awash in sensation. "They're not breasts like yours, but huge, dirty, fucking udders, Mistress Amina!" 

"That's right, my naughty little dairy cow." Amina shifted her strikes, now sweeping horizontally back and forth across the jutting mountains of flesh. "Ha, maybe I'll get you a cute little headband with some horns and cow ears, a nice thick buttplug with a cow tail on it, make you my fucking cowgirl plaything." She gave her left tit a heavy smack and leaned in, reaching out with her left hand to grab a handful of Carrie's hair and yank her forward, "Make you crawl on all fours to eat out my pussy, put a collar on you with a leash and make you follow along behind me." She giggled, "Take you out that way and let everyone see my prize dairy cow. Have a nice pair of cowprint leggings for you but keep you topless, leave your udders out for all to see. I'd even ask passersby if they wanted to give them a squeeze." 

The married woman quivered and groaned. Oh, God, why was that so hot? Being seen that way, she could imagine the disgust, the shock, the horror, the intrigue on the faces of strangers. Oh, and there'd be hands on her jugs, no, her udders! Squeezing, mauling, pinching, fondling, ohhh, fuck! 

Amina chuckled and there was a faint thump as she let the flogger fall to the floor. "You should see yourself, pet. So worked up, so used, and so fucking turned on." She leaned over further and kissed Carrie hard, her right hand dipping low to slip between the spread legs and over the white woman's sopping labia. Carrie tensed and then shook; her breath ragged. "So wet! You almost came just from my touching you, you're that turned on from this, you wanton thing." She ran her fingers over Carrie's pussy a few times, making her new lover whimper and writhe, then pulled her hand free and straightened up. She presented her glistening fingers to the bound submissive, "Lick them clean, pet. Taste how horny I've made you and you damn well better thank me for using you."

"Mm, yes," she breathed. Carrie leaned forward as best she could and started to lick and lap at the trio of fingers held out to her. Her own taste was tangy with a hint of musk, and fuck, Amina's fingers were coated! "Thank you, Mistress Amina. For using me, for giving me this to taste, for letting me clean my nasty juices off you." 

She let out another soft giggle, "Good girl, pet. I've almost a mind to put my hand back down there and let you cream your pleasure soaked little brain out." Amina then shook her head, "But you don't get to cum before Mistress does, pet. Not now, not ever." She reached into her corset with one hand and withdrew a little set of items bound in a pink ribbon. Amina pulled the ribbon off and let it fall, shaking the items it had held to hang from her hand; a thin silver chain perhaps two feet long that split into two smaller chains about fourteen inches up and at the end of each split was a small silver set of closed jaws. "We'll see to that in a moment but first I think your udders need a little jewelry. This will do for now...perhaps I'll make you pierce them for me when you want to be my pet for more than just a night." 

Carrie's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say...she didn't even know what to say if she had been allowed to speak. The certainty in Amina's voice that she would want more, that she'd modify her body at her lover's request, it was both staggering and so, so sexy! Amina took one of the little clamps in each hand and pinched them open with a wicked grin. Carrie stared as she moved them into position and then, "AH! Ahg, ahh, f-fuck!" They closed on her sensitive, stiff nipples and held fast. They were cold, hard, biting, ah, it hurt, and it felt fantastic! 

"Oh, pet. You spoke. And you were doing so well." Amina took the end of the chain the clamps were attached to in her left hand and gave it a shake, making her friend squeal as the movement shook the clamps and sent spikes of pained pleasure through her huge tits. "I will have to punish you for that...but not now. Now, Mistress wants to cum. All over your pretty, flushed, tear streaked face." She held up the end of the chain that she held, "Open." Carrie blinked and opened her mouth; Amina immediately pushed the end between her lips, "Hold that, pet. Don't you dare drop it or I'll make your ass bleed." 

Carrie pressed her lips down on the cool chain and nodded. Amina smiled and patted her cheek with her right hand before giving it a stinging little slap and stepping back. Her hands slipped into her cute, heart bedecked panties and pulled them down over her hips and then her legs, the material having enough stretch to easily clear her boots. Amina's pussy was a fine little slit that was bare of hair and glistened with the evidence of her own arousal; the smell of it seeming to burst once freed from her panties, mingling with Carrie's own and filling her nose. 

Amina took the chain back in her left hand, "Good girl." She then ran the fingers of her right hand through Carrie's sweaty hair before grabbing hold of a handful and yanking her head back and then forward, making her yowl. "Now, earn your use, pet!" Amina stepped forward as she jerked Carrie's head down and mashed the other woman's face into her cunt, "Use that pretty mouth and make me cream! Lick me, you horny bitch!"

The older woman couldn't respond; her mouth and nose were full of pussy. The smell of Amina's sex invaded and permeated her, forced deep into her nose, Carrie knowing it would linger for days. Her lips parted and her tongue slid over the wet folds, tasting her fully. It was an earthy, rich taste that reminded her of mushrooms for some reason. The fingers in her hair tightened and she heard a happy coo from above her that sent a shiver down her own spine. She ran her tongue up and down the gash before her in long, steady strokes, to please her friend and Mistress. 

She'd never done this before but she knew what she liked. She sought to caress the sweet folds, taking in her juices as she did so, swallowing them down. Her face was being liberally smeared as well and she loved it. Carrie had been bi-curious for years but she'd never had a chance like this. She liked the idea of eating pussy but always wondered if she would when the time came. She let out a happy sigh and slid her tongue into Amina's sex as deep as she could go, wriggling within her, moving to rasp along her walls.

"Oh, you sweet slut," Amina groaned. "Fuck, you love this, don't you?" She took in a hitched breath as the tongue inside her curled up and the tip pressed against the sensitive spot deep within. "Ohhh, that's good, my pet. Doing so good," she breathed. Had Carrie done this before? She was talented if she hadn't! "Keep going, naughty girl. Pretty white wife on her knees servicing my Indian pussy; nothing fucking hotter than that!"

Carrie groaned and her fingers flexed. God, she wanted to touch herself so bad right now! But focus, focus on Amina's cunt. She wanted, needed, to make her cum. She slid her tongue out of the tight confines of her entrance and slipped it upward to run over her hood, a sharp gasp from Amina telling her how ready she was for this. Then she found the small, slightly engorged button of her clit. Her lips captured it between them, pressing firmly but gently. Pain shot through her as the hand in her hair yanked, clutching hard at her locks, Amina panting now. She began to flit and flutter her tongue like she was playing her trumpet in high school again.

"AHhhH Fuck, yes!" Amina quivered against her, her hips rocking slightly to fuck Carrie's face, grinding her cunt against her pretty features and that hungry mouth. "Guh-good girl! Just like...that...now! Now, oh, oh, oh, fucking shit!" She let out a squeal herself now, letting her head tip back, her eyes screwing shut. The familiar yet always foreign burst of pleasure began in her as a jet of sensation that roared into a geyser of scorching delight. She felt her pussy gushing as she came on her friend's talented tongue, giving her a fresh coating of Amina's enjoyment. 

Carrie felt the tension through the body pressed against her and knew when it hit her. The slender body quaked and wriggled, a hot gush of her fluids painting her again. Yes! Oh, she'd done it! She'd made her cum! She was so happy! But she wasn't finished, not yet! The married beauty started to shake her head, lashing her tongue back and forth with the motion, slashing deliciously at Amina's clit over and over and over.

"Hah! Eager, nn, eager to please, aren't you, slut?" Amina was grinning ear to ear, she was sure. Fuck, this was magic! So much better than she'd thought it would be! She thought there might be uncertainty or awkwardness if she and Carrie ever did this but it was so easy, so natural. "You're made for this, you know that, my pet? Fuck! Wasted as anything else! If only I could just keep you and pay you for this!" She giggled and then gasped, lurching forward as her lover continued her glorious assault on her pearl. "Maybeeee I can, ahh, start whoring you out, pretty little pussy munching bitch! Pimp you out on-nnngh! On fucking Craigslist, you dirty bitch! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" The golden burn of her first had not fully faded when the second starburst went off inside her; exploding out from her core and searing her with sweet intensity. She bent forward, leaning against the chain and using it and Carrie to support her weight on rubbery legs, cradling the brunette's head in her right arm, the left jerking spasmodically on the chain that went to the clamps. Each such twitch produced a harder beat on her clit as they twisted and bit into the sensitive nipples, a burst of air splashing her wetness with the gasps it caused the buxom woman.

Amina stayed like that, loose and nearly limp, curled around Carrie's eagerly moving head. She'd backed off from the dominatrix's clit and was cooling her down, her tongue slipping over her wet flesh, cleaning her of her own girlcum. "Suh-such a good girl," she cooed. "Oh, sweetheart. I should have done this months ago. Fuck, you're wonderful!" She let her hips pump a few more times, full feeling creeping back into her legs, slowly straightening and putting her weight back on them, standing freely. She let go of Carrie's now tangled and wild looking hair and actively took a step back from her. "Oh, pet. You look the most delicious mess." Amina beamed down at her; Carrie's face from her nose down glistened with her cunt's juice. There were droplets of it on her heaving tits, rising and falling dramatically as the top heavy woman refilled her lungs. She gave the chain a hard snap and grinned at the way she yelped and her tits bounced, "You did well, pet. I'm very happy with you. Did you like the taste of Mistress' pussy?"

Carrie nodded, "Yes, oh, yes, Mistress Amina. I...I don't know how to describe it. But I loved it, loved tasting you, eating you, oh, Mistress Amina, thank you. Thank you for letting me."

"Mm, thanks without prompting? You really are made for this, my horny little cow." Amina leaned down and kissed Carrie hard, tasting her own pussy on the other woman's lips. It wasn't the first time she'd tasted her own but it tasted better than it had the times before somehow. She whispered the words, her lips brushing against Carrie's the whole time, "You're doing so great, Carrie, honey, I just love you to death right now." 

Then she straightened again, "I think I need to fuck you, pet. And you need that too, don't you?" Amina reached up to hit the release on the winch and the assembly clicked wildly as the chain pulled down from the weight of Carrie's arms.

Oh, God, her arms ached! She let them fall down in front of her, smiling, "Thank you, Mistress Amina, and yes. Yes, please, I need you to fuck me, Mistress Amina. Please, God, I'm so horny, so empty, my pussy's aching," she pleaded. "Please, Mistress Amina."

Amina smirked, "Oh, that's good, pet. I still need to punish you for speaking out of turn too." She jerked the chain in her left hand again, drawing a sharp gasp and then a moan from Carrie. "One thing at a time, I suppose." Her right hand unclipped the cuffs from the d-clip with a practiced motion. "Just nod or shake your head, can you stand, pet?" Carrie nodded and she smiled, "Good." She held up the chain, "Open wide." The other woman obeyed immediately and she laid the chain along Carrie's mouth before pushing it shut. "Hold onto that now, don't you dare drop it. Now you'll get up and go over to the bed. Lay down on your back in the middle of the bed and then close your eyes. No peeking!" 

Carrie nodded, the chain cool in her mouth. Amina walked back to her wall of toys and tools, leaving the white girl to follow her orders. It took a bit of doing to actually get to her feet, her legs aching just as much as her arms, but the ache...felt oddly good. She'd managed that position for so long; she was bizarrely proud of that. She made her way to the bed and sank down onto it, sighing out happily. God, it felt sooo good to be off her legs! She just sat for a few moments, letting herself feel the relief of her limbs. Then she fell back onto the mattress with a little giggle before rolling over to crawl to the middle of the bed and turn over, her eyes shutting. 

She could hear Amina crossing the room towards her. "Good girl, pet. You have done very well at obeying." Her arms were jostled and there was a faint click on her left wrist and then the cuff there came away. "Arms over your head again, pet, but they may rest on the bed." Carrie obeyed silently feeling a new velvet lined cuff being snapped into place on her left wrist before that arm was jostled again and she heard a second snapping click. There was the sound of movement again and the same thing happened with her right arm. "Oh, you look delicious. Try to move your arms, pet." She did so and gasped, unable to do more than wriggle them, her arms spread above her head, held in place firmly. She must have her bound to the bedposts! Oh, that was so hot! "Good. Now, as I was saying, you have obeyed very well. Except. You spoke once without me asking you a question or giving you permission. And you'd done so nicely otherwise! Well. I've thought of a fitting punishment...you should know it could be much worse. If you hadn't done so very well otherwise...aren't I merciful, pet?"

"Yes," she answered, keeping her eyes closed. She wanted to see, was almost desperate to know what Amina was going to do to her. "Thank you, Mistress Amina. You're so kind to this whorish cow, Mistress. Thank you for your mercy, Mistress Amina."

"You're welcome, pet. Now you are going to be punished but because I am so very kind, you get a reward for all your good behavior first. I give you permission to speak freely. You must never forget my title but you no longer need only respond." Amina's voice moved as she spoke, from her right side to down by the end of the bed. 

"You are generous, Mistress Amina, thank you." Carrie smiled, "I-" She felt a rush of air a thousandth of a second before something flat, cool, and stiff but yielding slapped down onto her wet pussy, "IIIahAh! Ahh, fuck!" It stung, oh, shit, did it sting! There was another slap to her cunt and she shrieked, writhing in her bonds, her legs kicking up. She started to close them but then spread them wider. It hurt but it also felt...felt dirty in the best, zestiest way! "Thank you, Mistress Amina! Please punish me as much as you want, I'm sorry I was bad!"

"Without a prompt again!" Another slap to her cunt made her buck, her hips rocking strong enough to lift her off the bed only to fall back on it heavily. "And keeping your legs spread, your eyes still closed...I am impressed, pet." There was another slap, a bit heavier than the others so far and Carrie let out a yelp, her toes curling. "For that, I'll leave it there. And you can open your eyes now, my pet."

Carrie did so, her eyes stinging from unshed tears, but she smiled. Amina stood at the foot of the bed and waggled a paddle made of hard but flexible leather that was in her right hand; she could only see her friend and domme from the waist up given the angle and her own body blocking part of her field of vision. "You'll see this again, pet, maybe on your ass next time." She set it down on the mattress by Carrie's left leg and her hand moved down to grip something below her waist. "But I've waited long enough to get what I want. What we both need."

Amina stepped up onto the bed, left foot leading and Carrie let out an anticipatory coo as she saw a strikingly authentic looking plastic dick jutting out from between her friend's thighs. The color so well matched the Indian beauty's skin tone that it created a near perfect illusion of the lovely young woman suddenly sporting a thick, stiff member. "Oh, Mistress Amina, your cock looks wonderful." She tilted her head, "But I don't see any straps."

She winked, "None. This little beauty has an end that's up in me right now and it rubs in the most delicious way, pet. So that when I fucking wreck your slut cunt, I'll feel every thrust and movement, my little bitch. I'm going to screw your brains out and cream right along with you." She knelt down between Carrie's spread legs and edged closer, grinning at a sharp gasp from the white woman when she felt the hard, cool plastic suddenly press against her lips. "Now what do you say?"

"Please!" Carrie licked her lips. God, she wanted this so much! "Please, fuck me, Mistress Amina! I want your hard dick in me, need it, so badly! I ache for you, Mistress, fuck me and fill me, use me, and ravage my cunt, I beg you! Please, please, PLEASE!" 

Amina let out a throaty laugh that was part growl and drove forward. Carrie's eyes shot wide and then slammed shut as she felt her sopping emptiness rammed full of hard, long, thick plastic cock. "God! FUCK! Mistress AminaAA!" She writhed on the bed; the rough, wonderful friction of the toy stretching and pushing against her walls tipping the balance of all the lead up, all the flogging, every bit of control and domination she'd submitted to, struck and exploded inside her. Her hands clawed at the air, her feet wriggling, head wrenched back against pillows at the head of the bed. She was probably still shrieking and wailing out her joy but she couldn't hear it over the sound of her blood singing in her veins and her heart pounding in her chest. 




Cancelled Plans, Realized Dreams



"You beautiful fucktoy!" Amina was grinning, her tits jiggling and bouncing in her corset as she drilled her hips forward again and again and again. "Cumming just from me putting it in! Fuck, you were made for this!" She reached out and took hold of the chain that was affixed to the nipple clamps, giving it a little tug; her grin widened as the white woman let out a yelp and arched her back. "So responsive, I love it! Cream your little brain out, Carrie, baby!"

Her jugs heaved as she bucked in her bonds, the stinging jags of pained pleasure from the clamps and the resistance of the cuffs both cutting through and enhancing the breaking waves of sensation crashing through her. "YES! Yes, Mistress, yessss, oh, shit! You feel so good! Fuck me, Mistress Amina, please, fuck me! God, and cum, please, I want to make you cum with my pussy!"

The domme laughed, though it ended with a moan as her end of the toy rubbed and shifted inside her just right. "I should have, mmm, let you speak sooner! Fuck, you talk like a whore and I love it!" She was leaning over Carrie now, the hand not holding the chain bracing against the bed under her lover's left arm. Her face was flushed and her hazel eyes triumphant. "I love fucking bitches, but this, right now, ahh, with you, is the best I've ever felt! I love this toy and you were just made to take it, pet!"

Uhh, hhhn, yes, I am, made to be fucked, by Jason, by you," Carrie half-moaned, half-chanted. "My big fucking udders and my plump ass, my slick cunt, all made to be used." She looked up at Amina, smiling, her eyes glazed, and her tongue sliding over her lips. "God, I love it, love this! So glad I'm with you today, Valentine's Day, my BDSM Valentine!"

"Best, uhh, Valentine's Day I've ever had!" Amina growled, "Candles, a romantic snowstorm, and a naughty, needy fuckslut of a white bitch desperate to be mine." She leaned down further to kiss Carrie hard and then tug her lower lip between her teeth before releasing, "A cheating wife who came to me for the sex she's always wanted," she whispered in a throaty purr.

"God!" She felt shame at that but with came a surge of wanton, wicked delight. "Yes, what I've wanted, needed, to be taken, beaten, chained and fucking conquered!" Carrie's eyes clenched tightly shut and she let out a strangled cry, "HhnnNN! Guh-God, oh, fucking GOD!" 

The Indian beauty shook her head, marveling as she felt her toy clutched harder as the spasming tunnel clenched around it. "Again! You do love this, don't you? And you like, ohhh, being bad with me. Just, ah, just wait, pet. We're going to have so much fun together!" Her hips were moving faster now, driving herself on. "Ahh, fuck, going, uhh, going to cum, pet. Going to cum from fucking you!"

"Do it, Mistress Amina, do it, cum, cum for me, in me, please!"

She panted as her hips bucked faster, harder, more wildly, rhythm breaking, "Ohhh, ohhh, fuck, fuck, YEAH! FUCK!" Amina let her head go back, mouth open, eyes shut, hips still rocking as she rode both Carrie and the end of the toy inside of her. Her cunt twitched and quivered, her body trembling, letting out a shout as she came. The younger girl sat up and back as she continued to pump them both, prolonging and enjoying the rolling beat of the pleasure rippling through her body. "So gooood, ohh, just what I fucking needed! Mmmm, oh, Carrie, oh, pet." 

Amina slowed her pace after a full minute or more, her breathing heavy. She pushed as far into Carrie as she could go and leaned down to kiss her tenderly, moving both hands to cradle her face. "I love you, you know. You're my best friend and I've wanted you for so long."

Carrie blushed, "I love you too." And she did. She'd known it; she adored Amina but she hadn't known it was quite this kind of love. It was like what she felt for Jason but different too. She still felt the same love for him as she had before all this started...but now there was this feeling also. "I mean, I love you too, Mistress Amina." 

She laughed; a happy, silvery peal that lacked the hardness her laugh had since Carrie had come upstairs. "Such a good girl!" Amina kissed her again and then rested there a few moments, her forehead pressed to the older woman's. 

Then she sighed and sat back up, "Quiet now, pet," she said; her voice firm again. She reached down and released the clamps on Carrie's nipples, draping the chain over one of her slender shoulders and grinning at the gasp that became a whine as blood and sensation crept back into them, a pained tingle. Amina took a moment to tweak one and snickered at the yelp that burst out of Carrie. She slid back, both women groaning as the toy slid out, getting off the bed fully. "I'm going to set you free, clean up, and put things away. No talking while I do so. You, once you can move, will turn down the bed. Understand, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress Amina." The brown skinned girl nodded, moving to open the cuffs and then detatch them from the rings on the bedpost. Carrie lay there, recovering her breath as the younger woman went around the room and gathered up the toys before heading to the master bath. It took her a few minutes to feel up to sitting up and then turning to stand up off the bed. Ohh, she felt...good but sore. Well used. It was a pleasant feeling even at the same time as it was uncomfortable. She turned down the blankets and sheets and was fluffing the pillows when Amina came back out into the bedroom. 

The Indian girl was without her corset and boots, her body slender and beautiful with high, pert tits and a flat, toned stomach. She tossed a towel to Carrie, "Wipe yourself down with that, pet, then just put it in the hamper in the bathroom, use it if need be, then get into bed and wait for me."

Carrie nodded, taking the towel and rubbing the soft terrycloth all over herself. She was sweaty, in a good way, and her thighs and sex were a sopping mess in the best way. It made sense to clean up a little. She even dried and fluffed her hair a bit before taking it and patting up the bulk of her pussy's juice before taking it to the hamper and tossing it in. When she returned, Amina was putting out the real candles in the room, leaving the fake ones flickering. Carrie slid into the large bed and laid down with a happy sigh.

Amina came over and looked down at her with a small, happy smile. "You look so wonderful." She sighed and then nodded, "Now. Here's the hard part, pet. I won't be a dirty little secret and I won't be the other woman. When you see Jason, you're going to tell him what happened." Carrie blanched a bit and swallowed, but nodded. It was...it was the right thing to do. Oh, would he be mad? That was a stupid thought. Would he be really mad? Would he be hurt? "I would love to do this again but I won't do so without his blessing." She smiled, "You've said he's open minded before, and he's submissive like you...and he's a hottie. You tell him that if he wants, he can play with us. If he wants to play with me once, just him, to try it out, that's fine too." 

She reached down to stroke Carrie's hair, "I know it'll be hard but you will tell him and talk about it. I refuse to accept anything less. If you don't, and I find out, I'll tell him and you and I will be through." It would break her heart but she had firm standards. "Do you understand?"

Carrie nodded, "Yes, Mistress Amina. You're right, it wouldn't be good to keep it a secret." 

"Good girl." Amina slipped into bed and sighed, "And now...I'm just Amina again." She cuddled up to Carrie and kissed her sweetly before nuzzling her neck, "The scene's over. You...are so incredible, Carrie. I'm so happy this happened."

The buxom white woman smiled into the kiss and gave a happy sigh again as Amina pulled the sheets and blankets up over them. "So am I. I'm...a little scared for tomorrow, but right now, tonight, I'm just happy. With you." 

The two snuggled up in the dimly lit room; artificial candle light dancing. The wind blew but it seemed to sing more than howl now and the still falling snow outside the window scattered and cast a silvery light that caressed the bed as the two women held each other close and drifted into contented slumber.