From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Amy's Shame (FFF, femdom)[1/4]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:12:24 GMT

			     Amy's Shame
				  by
			    Ginny and Amy
			       Part One

	"That's it! Now I've got that bitch!" Jamie slammed shut the
folder she was holding and reached for the phone on her desk. She
dialed her boss's three digit intercom number and when a man answered,
she asked for an appointment. "Three o'clock?" he asked. Jamie smiled
that superior smile that made everyone hate her as she answered,
"Thanks. I'll see you then."

	For more than a year, Jamie had been seething about the way
Amy, or "Miss Goody Two-Shoes" as Jamie disdainfully referred to her
behind her back, had made a success of her career while ingratiating
herself with their boss, Tom Phillips. Now, Jamie's persistence in
stalking Amy had paid off. The folder on her desk contained all the
evidence she needed to get Amy tossed out of the Exchange on her "bony
ass". The evidence had come from a friend of Jamie's at the SEC who
had found the missing piece of evidence that Amy had given "inside
information" to her father to use playing the market.

	Now that she had the proof, Jamie was going to her boss and
permanently remove Amy's annoying presence from her life forever. She
met her mother Barbara for lunch and told her how she planned to use
the file to destroy Amy's budding career. Barbara was silent
throughout the meal, but when they kissed as they parted, Barbara
whispered, "If you get rid of her, how do you know her replacement
won't be worse? Why not use what you have to ensure she doesn't just
stop annoying you, but gives you pleasure and even a little
entertainment as well. The information you have is enough to keep her
in her place so to speak."

	On her way back to the office, Jamie thought about her
mother's advice.

	Barbara had proved her wisdom as a mentor in many varied ways
and Jamie trusted her advice. By the time she got back to her desk,
she'd made up her mind! Since it was a Friday, she called her boss and
rescheduled their meeting for Monday morning. Then she called Amy's
secretary and made an appointment to see her rival as close to
quitting time as possible. All afternoon, Jamie prepared herself for
their meeting. She wanted it to sound just right when she delivered
her ultimatum.

	At four o'clock, Jamie appeared at Amy's door. The tall,
slender Amy rose from her desk to meet Jamie halfway into her office.
"My secretary said you wanted to see me. What's it about, Jamie? I'm
pretty busy right now. I've got several deadlines coming due."

	Jamie grinned her "bitchy" smile and gently closed the door
behind her, leaning against it and locking it silently without Amy's
knowledge. Once she was sure they wouldn't be disturbed, she sat on
the corner of Amy's desk and crossed her long, shapely legs. In the
office she usually wore her skirts just above the knee, but at night
when she was clubbing with her friends, she wore skirts as short as
possible to show off what she considered her best asset, her long
legs.

	Jamie knew all the girls were jealous of her legs, that's why
she had crossed them so dramatically, to annoy Amy. "How're your
fathers investments doing," she asked insincerely. Amy sniffed. "I
don't think that's any of your business," she snapped. "If that's what
you came to talk about, you can leave now."

	Jamie held up the folder and waved it under Amy's nose. "I
don't think so, Amy-girl." Amy hated it when Jamie called her that.
The first time she'd done it in public Amy bristled and told her in no
uncertain terms to knock it off. Jamie had never done it in public
again, but whenever the two of them were alone (which Amy made sure
wasn't often) that's what Jamie called her.

	She only did it because she loved the way Amy's face flushed
and her nostrils flared with anger, but Amy was too dumb to ever
figure that out. Once, about six months ago, Amy had gotten so mad
she'd tried to slap the shorter Jamie when she called her "Amy-girl."
Jamie had anticipated her reaction, however, and had easily caught her
by the wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. Jamie had marched
Amy to the wall and pinned her there until she began to whimper and
beg her to release her. Ever since that day, Amy had been intimidated
by her co-worker.

	Now, when Jamie refused to leave her office, Amy was unsure of
what to do. Finally she sighed, "Well," she said, her tone revealing
her uncertainty of what to do, "then I'm going to leave because I
don't intend to discuss my family's financial affairs with you." Amy
brushed past Jamie's long legs and reached for the doorknob. Since
Jamie had locked it, Amy had to fumble with the lock which gave Jamie
time to grab her from behind by the scruff of the neck and turn her
around.

	Jamie leaned close and Amy shrank back against the wall to
avoid the press of Jamie's full breasts against her own smaller ones.
Amy looked down into Jamie's eyes and then, suddenly, Jamie saw her
expression change. Amy steeled herself and glared at the shorter
woman. Amy was 5-7, several inches taller than Jamie although the
short woman outweighed her by a good ten pounds because of her toned
and well-developed figure. "Don't do anything stupid, Amy-girl," Jamie
chided as she held the tall girl by the neck, her fingers slowly
squeezing and relaxing in a hypnotic rhythm, "I've got everything in
this file I need to ruin you and your precious father as well."

	Amy looked dumbly at the manila folder Jamie held clutched in
her fist.

	"Wha... what's in it?" she asked. It was all Jamie could do
not to laugh at the brunette's dazed expression. "It's a complete file
detailing all of the information you gave your father about the deals
you've been doing for the firm the past few years. I can prove the two
of you have been using "inside information" to make money in the
market." Amy's body went limp and she pulled away from Jamie's grasp
and dropped into a chair. Her hands trembled as she gripped the arms
tightly. "What... what are you going to do about it?" she croaked.

	Jamie was enjoying watching Amy's distress and she hated to
tell her and end her suspense, but time was getting short if her plan
was going to come off on schedule. "I was going to take it to Mr.
Phillips," she said. At the sound of her boss's name, Amy turned pale
and gave a sudden gasp. Jamie watched the rapid rise and fall of Amy's
petite breasts inside her designer silk blouse and it was all she
could do to keep from laughing as she thought about what she was going
to do to the haughty brunette in the weeks ahead.

	Jamie saw Amy's eyes tearing as she thought of her and her
father spending the next twenty years in jail. The disgrace of having
her husband and daughter in jail might even kill her mother. She only
dimly heard Jamie's voice as she continued to speak, "But I thought
that's not really fair. After all, you're young and you're entitled to
make a mistake.' Isn't that right, Amy-girl?" Jamie lifted Amy's limp
wrist, taking her hand in her own and brushing a tear from the young
woman's cheek. Amy eagerly bobbed her head. "Oh yes, Jamie, yes.
That's right, it was a mistake. I swear I'll never do it again. I
won't forget you for this. I'd do anything to repay you for not
reporting me." Jamie chuckled out loud. Poor naive Amy was making it
so easy she was taking all the fun out of her triumph.

	"You will," Jamie said in a monotone. Amy looked up in
surprise, "Huh? I don't understand." Jamie laughed her "bitch-laugh"
again. Everyone loathed her for it because she only did it when she
had the upper hand over someone. "I was going to report you and have
you fired, in fact, I still may, but I thought we might work it out
between the two of us instead." Seeing that poor Amy was still
confused, Jamie explained in detail what she had planned. When she
heard it, Amy gasped and refused to participate in Jamie's "sick
game." But Jamie took her time and calmly explained how much more
difficult Amy would find her life in prison compared to the course
that Jamie had plotted for her.

	Amy wouldn't have agreed if it were merely her own life, but
the thought of her father spending the next twenty years in jail as
well was too much. She heaved a resigned sigh and reluctantly nodded
her head.

	"All right Jamie," she gasped, "I'll do anything to keep Daddy
out of jail. When do you want to start?" "Here's the address," Jamie
said, tossing a folded slip of paper on Amy's cluttered desk. "Be
there at eight sharp tonight." Seeing hesitation in Amy's face, Jamie
added ominously, "If you're not there on time, I'm going to Phillips
with the folder. If you're lucky, they'll let you clean out your desk
before they haul you off to jail."

	Amy began to perspire heavily. She knew that Jamie was the
kind of a cruel bitch who'd get off on seeing her dragged out of the
office in handcuffs. With a heavy sigh, Amy nodded her head, "All
right, I'll be there." As Jamie turned to go, Amy added with a tremor
in her voice, "I hope you don't expect too much though, I've never
made love to a woman before." Now it was Jamie who was surprised. That
was when she realized that Amy still had no clue to the terrible
things she had planned for her. It increased her excitement.

	"Don't worry, Amy-girl," Jamie said gently, "I'm sure you know
how to do everything I'll require of you. Who knows, you might even
enjoy it."

	With that, she unlocked the door and strode confidently back
to her own office where she picked up the phone and punched in a speed
dial number.

	"Hi Mom," she said conspiratorially, "It's all set. She's
supposed to be there at eight tonight, but I doubt she has the guts to
go through with it. She'll probably run home, pack her shit and head
for the airport with her old man."

	Barbara listened quietly until her daughter was finished and
then disagreed with her, "I don't think so, Jamie. There's something
about Amy that makes me believe she'll show up right on time. After
all, she and her father will need a few days to liquidate their
holdings, if nothing more. She'll have to play along with you to buy
time, that's the key! Once we get our hands on her, we can beat down
her resistance in no time. Who knows if she likes it, you'll have your
own personal plaything?"

	Jamie was becoming aroused by the thought of having "Miss
Goody-Two-Shoes" at her mercy and she began to look forward to eight
o'clock and hoped Amy wouldn't disappoint her. "After all," Jamie
thought, "It'd be a lot more fun to make that cunt my slave than to
have her escape my wrath altogether." The more she thought about it,
the more delicious the prospect seemed.

	Amy got home that evening with a heavy heart. She had a lot to
think about as she walked the street to her apartment. As she climbed
the stairs to her one bedroom apartment, she thought about her father
who had been ill lately. The shock of prison and losing the family
fortune might be too great for him. Even worse, her mother still
thought she was the greatest kid in the world and the disappointment
of seeing her in jail would destroy the bond of trust that had built
up over the past 28 years.

	"I know that bitch," Amy thought, "She wants something from
me, maybe inside information she can use herself. I'll go to her house
and see what's up. Even if she forces me to have sex with her, how bad
can it be?" Amy had never been with a woman before, but like many
women, she'd often fantasized about what it would be like. "Now, I
guess I'll have a chance to find out," she mused.

	That evening, promptly at eight, Amy rang the doorbell at a
large, brownstone townhouse. The door was opened by a tall woman in a
maid's outfit who, on hearing Amy's name, showed her to a small
drawing room and gestured to a chair. "Wait there, Madam will be with
you shortly."

	She silently disappeared, leaving Amy alone in the dim light.
She looked around at the walls covered with leather-bound volumes.

	"Jamie must certainly be doing well in the market," she
thought to herself.

	After several minutes two women appeared in the doorway. One
was Jamie and the other, surprisingly, was her mother Barbara whom Amy
had met at the office. Barbara was dressed all in black and upon
seeing Amy's quizzical expression, Jamie waved her hand toward the
older woman and announced, "This is my mother Barbara. You've met
before, I believe?.

	From now on, if you're permitted to speak to her at all,
you'll refer to her simply as Barbara, or Mistress Barbara. Is that
clear?" Amy swallowed hard and nodded silently. This wasn't what she'd
expected.

	Barbara approached Amy and motioned her to rise. As did, her
knees shook with fright. Up close, she realized that Barbara was older
than she'd appeared at first. She must have been in her early fifties
although she could pass for a woman much younger. She was obviously
vain about her appearance and, judging from her firm thighs and
muscular calves, she'd spent time in the gym. It wasn't often Amy met
a woman who could intimidate her with just a look, but Barbara was
such a woman.

	Looking past Barbara, Amy spoke directly to Jamie who had a
broad grin on her lips, "OK, I'm here. What do you want me to do?"
Jamie walked slowly to Amy and put her right hand lightly on her
shoulder. "I expect you to do exactly as you're told, Amy-girl.
Otherwise, you and your precious father will spend tonight in jail."
She pushed and Amy toppled onto her ass on the sofa behind her.

	Jamie sat down facing Amy and eyed her closely. "I think
you're overdressed for this evening's entertainment," she said, "Take
off your clothes." Amy had expected it and wasn't surprised by the
order. She was certain that Jamie intended to force her to perform
oral sex on her, and perhaps Barbara as well, in exchange for her
silence about the inside trading. She'd been thinking about it all
afternoon and had not only resigned herself to it, but had
surprisingly found the prospect excited her. She rose and slowly
removed her dress and half-slip, leaving her in her bra, pantyhose and
panties.

	Jamie studied her and then nodded, "I'm surprised, frankly,"
she admitted. "After watching you in the office for a year, I hadn't
expected you'd even look this good." Amy wasn't sure if Jamie was
complimenting of her body or criticizing of her office attire.

	Jamie waved her hand impatiently and told Amy to continue. She
took a deep breath, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As it
slid down her arms, she inhaled to expand her chest and make her small
breasts appear as full as possible. It was, of course, a futile and
unnecessary attempt, for as soon as she exhaled Jamie would see her
little breasts in their natural state. But she did it anyway.

	Amy hated the breasts God had given her and she wished she'd
gotten implants many years ago as she'd wanted to. But she'd lacked
the courage and even recent revelations about the silicone implants
hadn't made her feel any better about the decision. She bent from the
waist and rolled her pantyhose down her long, slender legs. "At least,
while I'm bending over it makes my breasts seem larger," she thought
as she looked down beneath her chest. She rose, tossed her pantyhose
to Jamie and posed for her provocatively in her bikinis.

	Jamie didn't seem to be impressed and told her to get on with
it. She took off her panties and dropped them on top of her dress.
"Now what?" she asked with a note of fear. Amy was surprised the way
her voice cracked with emotion and quivered as she spoke. Jamie heard
it and had to suppress a smile. "Turn around," she ordered her. Amy
pirouetted to give Jamie a brief look at her tight behind which
considered her best body part after her hair. Jamie nodded as if Amy
had passed some sort of test and rose, "Come with me."

	With more than a little trepidation, Amy silently followed
Jamie up a long, curving flight of stairs to the second floor. At the
top of the stairs, Jamie opened a door, "Go in and lie down, I'll join
you shortly." Amy entered and paused at the side of a large, canopied
bed.

	She heard the door lock behind her and heaved a sigh. She
knelt on the sheets and slowly spread herself across the large bed.
Unsure of whether Jamie wanted her on her belly or back, she laid on
her side with her back to the door. Whatever was about to happen, she
didn't want to see it coming!

	She didn't know how long she lay there, it seemed forever. All
the while, thoughts of making love to Jamie ran through her brain. She
wasn't looking forward to it, that was certain! Not that Jamie wasn't
an attractive woman, for she certainly was. With her full, firm
breasts, flat stomach and long, taut legs, she was anything a man, or
woman for that matter, could ask for in a lover. Except for her
personality!

	Outwardly, Jamie seemed nice enough, but her character had a
hard edge. She could be domineering, inflexible and demanding for no
apparent reason. In short, she could be a bitch and that turned Amy
off to her!

	Finally, Amy heard the door open. Despite her desire to look,
she resisted and continued to lay with her back to the door. For a
long minute, nothing happened but then someone spanked her ass
sharply. Amy flinched and leaped off the bed to face her tormentor.
Jamie grinned at her, "Taking a little nap, were we, Amy-girl?"

	Amy shook her head silently. "Follow me, bitch," Jamie snapped
as she spun on her heel and walked toward the door. Amy took a deep
breath and hurried after her, anxious she not give the woman any
reason to hit her again, even on the ass. Jamie took her to the end of
the hall to the bathroom. "Sit there," she said indicating the toilet.
Amy wasn't sure if she was supposed to raise the lid or not, but when
she hesitated, Jamie spanked her ass again, "I said sit down." Amy
squatted on the cold lid with her thighs pressed tightly together and
her arms wrapped around her slender chest.

	Her eyes widened in fear when she saw Jamie take out a
straight razor and begin to sharpen it on a leather strop. "Lay back
and open your skinny legs, Bitch!" Jamie snapped. As Amy hesitated,
Jamie pointed the razor at her, "If you don't open your legs, Bitch,
I'm going down the hall and call the police. They'll have your family
in custody before you can get your clothes on and get home!" Amy
believed Jamie would do it and she slowly leaned back and spread her
legs. Jamie knelt between them and began to soap her pussy using a
handful of lather from a bowl she'd prepared.

	The feel of Jamie's strong fingers massaging her pussy sent a
shudder through Amy. Jamie felt it and fought to hide a grin. So far,
everything was going better than she'd hoped. To prolong Amy's
humiliation, and her own satisfaction, Jamie continued to fondle Amy
until she shifted her weight and moaned deep in her throat. The
crimson blush on Amy's face told Jamie that her new slave was ready
for the next step. She raised the razor and scraped it over the sparse
growth of fine hairs below Amy's navel on her heaving stomach. "I
wouldn't make any sudden moves if I were you, Amy-girl," Jamie warned
her as she slowly drew the razor down to the forest of thick dark hair
immediately above the slit between Amy's trembling legs.

	Amy closed her eyes and tried to ignore the unusual sensations
Jamie was creating as she slowly drew the razor across the most
sensitive portion of her anatomy. In spite of her resolve, however,
Jamie could feel Amy's excitement as she slowly shaved her until her
pussy was as clean as a new-born baby's. When she finished the
shaving, Jamie ran her fingers lightly over Amy's "mound of Venus" and
held it there for a moment.

	Tears ran down Amy's cheeks as she realized how easily Jamie
had gotten her aroused her with a mere shaving.

	"Wash off the soap and go back to your room," Jamie told her
firmly.

	Amy stood up at the sink and washed away the residue of
Jamie's soaping, taking particular care to wash away the soap that had
worked its way inside of her during Jamie's fondling. When she
finished, she dried herself and padded down the hallway to the first
room she'd been in. It was deserted and she got back on the bed to
await her next trial. She didn't have to wait long before Jamie
reappeared carrying a small box.

	Amy rolled onto her back and folded her hands behind her head,
causing her breasts to rise to their full(?) prominence. Jamie eyed
Amy's lanky 5'7" figure spread-eagled on the bed and shook her head
sadly. Amy looked up dewy-eyed and whispered, "Is this how you want
me? Just tell me, I'll do anything, really I will." Jamie nodded, "I'm
glad you've decided to be reasonable. Now get up and put this on." She
tossed the box on the bed.

	Amy opened it with trembling fingers and found a small black
knit dress made of stretchy material. "I don't understand," Amy said,
"I thought you wanted to,... I mean,... you and me would... " She
stopped as she realized Jamie was laughing at her. "You dumb bitch,"
Jamie sneered, "Did you really think I'd want to make love to you?
You? I can't even stand to look at you. The thought of letting you
taste my sweet puss makes me ill. I wouldn't give you the pleasure!"

	"Now, put the dress on and be quick about it," Jamie snapped.
Amy scrambled off the bed, relieved that she was going to finally be
allowed to cover her nudity. As she pulled the dress up her legs,
however, she realized that it wasn't long enough to cover the length
of her body between her perky breasts and her newly-shaved pussy. She
had to bend her knees to keep her cunt from showing below the hem of
the dress.

	When she walked, it quickly worked up and over her tight ass
until she had to tug at it in an attempt to maintain some semblance of
dignity. Jamie watched her struggles with amusement.

	"Put your shoes on," she ordered abruptly. Amy meekly did as
she was told and then Jamie led her by the hand back downstairs where
Barbara was waiting. Barbara drove them downtown to the sleazy part
where the topless bars, tattoo parlors, run-down hotels and strip
joints seemed to congregate. On the way, Jamie ran her hands over
Amy's slender thighs, which made the young girl squirm with nervous
excitement. Unfortunately, whenever she moved, either one of her
breasts or her pussy came out of her dress. She spent the entire
journey pulling and tugging futilely at her clothing, but having no
luck.

	Barbara finally parked and they led Amy down an alley to an
unmarked door. Barbara knocked and a wizened old crone opened the
door. "Hi Babs," she croaked, then she kissed Barbara on the mouth.
Barbara introduced Jamie and pointed to Amy with a wave of her hand,
introducing her as "Jamie's new sub." Amy had no idea what the term
meant at the time, but she didn't like the sound of it.

	"You want the usual, then?" the crone cackled as she eyed
Amy's youthfully firm figure hungrily. "Of course," Jamie said as she
pushed Amy's trembling body forward. "Give her the works, top and
bottom." The crone opened a cabinet on the wall and Amy's eyes widened
in shock and fear when she recognized what it contained.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Amy's Shame (FFF, femdom)[2/4]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:13:16 GMT

			     Amy's Shame
				  by
			    Ginny and Amy
			       Part Two

	Amy eyed the contents of the cabinet and when she realized
what it contained, she gasped in shock. "Noooo," she whispered, "you
can't! Not that, please NO!." Jamie and Barbara both laughed as they
grabbed her arms, dragged her across the filthy floor and slammed her
ass down in what looked like an old barbers chair. With a couple of
twists of two leather straps attached to the arms of the chair, they
bound her wrists to the chair. Despite her kicking and squirming, Amy
was now completely at their mercy.

	The old crone took down silver machine from the cabinet along
with a leather case. Amy watched with eyes wide with fear as she
approached and straddled a high stool that covered Amy's legs at the
thighs. "What shall we do first," the old crone asked Jamie, "she's
your bitch."

	Jamie slowly ran her hand over Amy's heaving chest, hooked her
fingers under the top of the stretchy material and slowly pulled Amy's
dress down. It caught on her rigid nipple and Jamie gave it a little
tug to free it. When she did, Amy's firm little breast bounced free
of its confinement like a prisoner newly freed from prison.

	Despite the knot of fear in the pit of her stomach, Amy's
nipples were hard with arousal. Something in the way Jamie and her
mother were treating her excited the young woman like nothing that had
ever happened to her in all her 28 years. Perhaps it was the contrast
with the way her own parents treated her, giving her everything she
wanted and spoiling her rotten. Perhaps, the treatment she was getting
from Jamie and her mother provided a structure and discipline that
she'd missed in her mundane life.

	The crone leaned forward and gave Amy's left breast a squeeze
like a fishwife checking out the catch of the day. Her touch was
neither erotic nor casual, but felt the way Amy's doctor touched her
during an exam, detached and clinical... "She's got good skin," she
cackled, "Have you decided on a design?" Jamie nodded and opened her
own blouse. "Give her the mate to this one." Amy looked up and saw a
large tattoo that covered Jamie's entire breast. A giant snake that
spiraled its way up from her ribs, around and around her breast until,
at the end, the snake's open mouth seemed about to bite her nipple.
Amy screamed just before she fainted.

	When she awoke, she felt something cool on her breast and she
looked down to where the old crone was swabbing her breast with an
alcohol soaked cotton ball. "I'm glad you rejoined us," she said.
"Jamie was just saying what she'd do to you if you passed out again.
I'd stay awake at all costs, if I were you." Amy looked up to see
Barbara and Jamie sipping drinks. "Here," Jamie chuckled, "take a pull
on this, you're going to need it." She shoved an open bottle between
Amy's lips before she could respond and tipped it up. A big slug of
Tequila, the powerful Mexican liquor, rolled down her throat before
she could get her tongue into the bottle to stop it. She started to
gag, and in doing so, she swallowed another gulp of the fiery liquid.

	Jamie took the bottle away and she and Barbara laughed as Amy
coughed and sputtered. Then the old woman began to tattoo Amy's pale
white skin.

	She couldn't believe how much pain there was as the mechanical
needle flicked in and out, in and out as the old woman slowly moved
the tattoo machine across her breast. She remembered the old woman's
warning about not passing out again, and she fought against the pain.
To counter Amy's writhing and squirming, the old crone held Amy's
nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled her breast to keep
it taut. Amy's ability to move was severely limited by the straps on
her wrists and by Barbara who stood behind her holding a handful of
her hair. The old woman was able, by holding her breast tightly, to
keep it relatively still as she worked.

	Every so often, Jamie thrust the bottle in her mouth and
poured more Tequila down Amy's throat. She no longer resisted the
powerful liquor, for she found it dulled the pain and she began
looking forward to the next shot. It took the old woman almost an hour
to complete the large tattoo and Amy realized she no longer had any
sensation in her breast other than a dull throbbing ache that felt
like it was being roasted over a low fire.

	The old woman finally sat back, studied her handiwork and
pronounced it finished. Amy gave a sigh of relief that her ordeal was
finally over, but she snapped back to full consciousness when she
heard Jamie say, "OK, now put this on the other one." She held up a
picture of a woman standing over another woman. The second woman's
head was bowed in a subservient pose.

	Amy screamed and began to thrash about in the chair, but the
thick straps held her firmly in place. Barbara cursed under her breath
and slapped Amy so hard her head snapped to the side. "Shut up you
fuckin' cunt," she sneered. "Hell, Jamie and I've both had worse, look
at this!" She unzipped her skintight leather mini-dress to reveal a
tattoo of a dragon that covered both breasts and her rounded belly.

	The old crone changed to a different needle and began to
tattoo Amy's right breast with the picture of one woman being
dominated and demeaned by another. She had no doubt which of the two
roles it would be her sad duty to fulfill. The second tattoo was not
only quite a bit smaller than the first, but Amy had drunk a lot of
the powerful Tequila. Although the needle was still painful, her mind
drifted away as her head lolled from side to side. This time, the old
crone still held her breast, but only as an aid to steady her other
hand.

	Unlike the first tattoo, the second took about half an hour,
but by the time it was completed, Amy was quite drunk. When Jamie
unfastened the straps, Amy staggered out of the chair and fell to her
knees. If she hadn't wrapped her slender arms around Jamie's thighs,
she'd have fallen flat on her face. "I gotta pee," she said, slurring
her words badly.

	The old crone pointed to the back and Jamie and Barbara
supported the tipsy young woman as she staggered to the bathroom. In
truth, it was nothing more than a commode in the corner of an open
room, but Amy was too drunk to care. She hiked up her skirt, squatted
and peed a stream of golden fluid for a good two minutes. Then she
rested her head against the wall and began to snore.

	Jamie pulled her off the stool and slapped her face several
times to waken her. "Not yet, Bitch," she hissed. "You've still got
one more thing to do before you can go beddy-bye." They dragged her
back the shop where the old crone waited with her tattoo machine.
Jamie and Barbara put Amy on her knees and bowed her head to the
floor. Then Jamie pulled Amy's skirt up to the small of her back,
baring her white ass cheeks.

	Jamie explained what she wanted and the old crone chuckled
knowingly, "I remember the last time I did one of those. How many's
there been anyway?" Jamie bristled, "Never mind about her, this is the
one I've got now. Get busy!"

	The old woman sat on a stool between Amy's thighs, using her
knees to keep the unwilling woman's legs apart. As she began to tattoo
Amy's right ass cheek, she slid her left hand underneath and between
Amy's legs to "steady" her. In truth, her subtle fingering of Amy's
pussy had just the opposite effect and between the pain of the tattoo
machine on her ass and the pleasure of the old woman's skilled fingers
in her pussy, the young woman was torn between conflicting sensations.
In the end, her lust won out over her pain and she climaxed before the
old woman completed the third tattoo.

	"You want me to do the other one now?" she asked as Jamie and
Barbara stood over Amy's prostrate body. "Never mind," Jamie said with
a resigned shake of her head. "She's so out of it, she can't even feel
the pain anymore." Barbara glared at the old woman, "And you didn't
help, frigging her clit while you were supposed to be working. Hell,
if we'd wanted that done, I'd have done it, and a lot better besides."
The old woman held out her hand, "That'll be three hundred like I
said." Then she added with a sly smile, "Nothin' extra for the
orgasm!"

	Amy awoke the next morning with a terrible throbbing in her
head. She couldn't remember where she was or much of what had happened
the night before. The last thing she clearly recalled was when Jamie
had announced that she'd get a second breast tattoo. She lifted up the
bed covers and stared down at her breasts. They were not only covered
with the tattoos, exactly as she remembered them, but they'd swollen
to nearly twice their normal size. She tried to touch them, but they
were extremely tender and sensitive. She wondered how she'd be able to
wear a blouse over them, let alone a bra.

	As she lay there wondering what she should do next, the door
opened and Jamie came bouncing in, all chipper and bright. "Good
morning,, Amy-girl, did you sleep well last night? I hope you're not
too sore to get your ass out of bed and come downstairs for
breakfast?" Amy shook her head and that simple act sent shards of pain
searing through her breasts. She winced and it brought a grin to
Jamie's lips. Amy slowly drew back the covers and gingerly swung her
legs out of bed but a sudden shooting pain in her ass caused her to
yelp in surprise. She reached back and realized her right cheek was
quite sensitive.

	"Wha... what happened to me last night?" Jamie shrugged, "Who
cares? You were having so much fun, I just wish it'd never ended."
Amy looked down at her chest and began to weep. "Don't be a wuss,"
Jamie scolded. "In a few days the swelling will go down and your
tits'll go back down to normal." She laughed and the thought of Amy's
small breasts being so sensitive gave her a sudden idea.

	She disappeared while Amy tip-toed over to the mirror to try
to see what was wrong with her ass. When she saw the third tattoo, her
face turned bright red and she broke down in tears. That's how Jamie
found her, standing and shivering as she cried in front of the full
length mirror.

	"What have you done to me?" Amy cried, trying to turn her head
around to read the lettering on her firm butt. Jamie held up a hand
mirror so the reversed reflection was reversed again, enabling Amy to
read the bold lettering, "Jamie's Bitch."

	"What's going to happen to me?" Amy sobbed. "Nothing really,"
Jamie chuckled, "At least not yet. Hell, all that means is that hi-cut
bathing suits are out and you'll never wear a thong except around
people who already know about us. Oh," she added, "and I'd stay out of
public showers, too. But that's all behind you now," she giggled at
the crude joke. "Come on, get back in bed and let me do something
about your tits." Foolishly thinking Jamie would do something to
soothe her pain, Amy naively allowed the woman to lead her back to
bed.

	As she lay back, Jamie lowered her head and took Amy's left
nipple in her mouth and ran her tongue over the rough tip until it
became hard.

	The expansion of the sensitive nub made Amy moan in pain.
"Don't worry," Jamie whispered as she raised her head, "in a few
minutes, you won't even remember that." Then the cruel brunette tied
thin rubber cords around Amy's stiff nipples and stretched them until
they reached the posts at the corner of the old-fashioned bed. She
tied the ends around the posts which forced Amy to arch her back to
relieve the stress on her newly decorated mams.

	Amy touched the cords, but Jamie slapped her hands away. "Uh-
uh. Amy-girl no touch. Just lay there and let this put a little life
in those dead ol' titties of yours. Who knows, maybe we'll stretch
them a size or two. How'd you like to have a real pair of tits like
mine?"

	Jamie arched her back and pushed her bosom toward Amy's face.
The embarrassed girl could never bring herself to admit how badly she
desired a pair of firm, proud breasts like Jamie had. If Jamie knew
how many nights Amy had dreamed of waking up with Jamie's breasts
instead of her own little mounds of flesh, there's no telling what
Jamie would say or do to her.

	The cords were already stretching Amy's nipples and she began
to writhe and moan in pain as the flesh was stretched until she was
sure it would tear away from her chest. "You lay here for an hour,"
Jamie said, "then I'll come and release you. We'll be watching and
every time you touch yourself, I'm going to add fifteen minutes to
your sentence. If you behave, we'll give you something to eat before
Barbara begins your lessons." Amy's eyes widened, "Lessons? What kind
of lessons?" Jamie chuckled. It was an evil laugh that sent shivers up
Amy's spine. "We want to make sure you don't embarrass us at the party
tonight," she said enigmatically. Then she gave the cords holding
Amy's nipples a snap and walked out humming happily as Amy's breasts
danced painfully.

	Amy tried to relax, but the steady pull on her sensitive
nipples was like an aphrodisiac. Soon, she felt a warmth in her loins
and she moved her hips ever so slightly to ease the pressure on her
clitoris.

	Instead, her nipples stretched more and she gasped in pain.
Unfortunately, the jolt of pain only furthered her arousal and she
desperately wanted to reach down and get one or more fingers in her
pussy to relive the stress. She tried, but the effort only increased
her tit-pain. In her frustration, she began to weep softly. Behind a
one-way mirror, Barbara hugged Jamie and kissed her on the lips.
Barbara's hand roamed over Jamie's pussy and she gave her daughter a
very un-motherly squeeze, "You're getting hot just watching, aren't
you dear?" Jamie sighed and nodded wordlessly, leaned on Barbara and
the woman fingered her daughter to a climax.

	Meanwhile in the bedroom Amy couldn't resist touching the
cords that held her nipples. As Jamie had warned, a disembodied voice
from a hidden speaker chided her and announced that an additional
fifteen minute penalty had been added. "Keep it up and your tits'll
stretch `til you look like Anna Nicole Smith," the voice laughed.
Despite the terrible pain in her breasts, Amy didn't touch the cords
again. When Jamie finally appeared to release her, there were tears of
gratitude on Amy's cheeks. "How's the treatment?" Jamie asked with a
light laugh as she ran her fingertips over Amy's flat belly. Amy
shuddered at the woman's touch, but she knew that Jamie wanted her to
say she'd needed it and she said so. "I enjoyed it, truly I did."

	Jamie giggled at her transparent lie and said tartly, "I'm
sure you did. Just look at those little silver dollar pancakes of
yours, why they're already showing some signs of life. After a couple
of weeks, you won't have a figure like a pre-pubescent teenager any
more." The woman's words stung, not because they were lies, but
because Jamie had said it. Ever since first meeting Jamie, Amy had
been envious of her breasts. Many times, she'd fallen asleep and
dreamed that when she awoke, her own inadequate breasts would have
miraculously been transformed into Jamie's as she slept.

	Amy gritted her teeth against the pain as Jamie slowly untied
the elastic and she fought an overpowering urge to touch them. She
suspected that was what Jamie wanted and if she had, she was sure it
would drawn a stern rebuke, if not some form of punishment. As Amy
slowly and painfully got off the bed, Jamie saw a moist spot on the
sheet where Amy's hips had been. "Aww, did little Amy-girl piss
herself?" she laughed. She touched her finger to the moisture, rubbed
her fingers together to test the consistency and then slowly brought
her hand to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and tasted it then she
broke into a smile, "Why you little devil! You really did enjoy that
didn't you?"

	Amy's cheeks flushed and she lowered her eyes, unable to meet
her tormentor's gleeful gaze. Jamie thrust her hand between Amy's
thighs and pushed a finger into her slippery, wet slot. "Unnnh," Amy
moaned when Jamie's finger found her stiff clitoris.

	Without thinking or even being aware she did it, Amy bent her
knees and slowly lowered herself onto Jamie's hand. The movement
pushed Jamie's finger even further inside her and Amy moaned with
obvious delight.

	Jamie never moved, just chuckled to herself and wiggled her
finger until Amy gasped and collapsed in her arms from her orgasm.
Despite the pain in her breasts, Amy clutched Jamie against her bosom.
Later, when she and Barbara were alone, Jamie excitedly told her
mother, "I swear she said, `Thank you'."

	After Amy put on a robe, Jamie took her downstairs and fed her
a light breakfast. Immediately afterwards, Barbara took over Amy's
training while Jamie went out on an errand. Amy spent the next few
hours learning to wear many different types of restraining devices
including tight corsets with holes cut in the front that allowed her
breasts to show while her arms were strapped behind her back. One
particularly terrifying outfit was full of holes that gave full access
to every opening of her body while completely immobilizing her hands
and feet and blinding her as well. She couldn't imagine the terrible
indignities that could be inflicted anyone unfortunate enough to wear
such a costume.

	Barbara took delight in dressing Amy in one restrictive
costume after another until the poor girl was exhausted from
struggling in and out of the leather, rubber or spandex clothing. When
she finally allowed Amy to rest, Barbara insisted that she do it on
her knees in front of her with her head resting on her thick thighs.
Afraid of the older woman, Amy reluctantly did as she was ordered.
Barbara gently stroked Amy's long hair as she leaned back, closed her
eyes and lost herself deep in thought.

	Finally, the woman spoke in a soft voice, as if her thoughts
were a hundred years away. "Ah, this brings back such memories," she
said. "I had a slave of my own when I was Jamie's age and she brought
me the most exquisite pleasure. I hope you'll do the same for her."
Amy wanted to promise that she would, if for no reason other than to
prevent another beating, but she was too afraid to speak. Barbara
reminisced as her hands stroked Amy's hair. "God, that girl was the
best little bitch I ever had. I'll have to be sure to show Jamie some
of the tricks I taught her, I'm sure you'll be quite good, you're even
more pliable than she was."

	After lunch, Jamie returned and joined Barbara in training
Amy. The lesson was on cunnilingus, and while Amy's experience was
severely limited, Jamie and Barbara proved to be excellent
instructors. While one of them demonstrated on Amy, she practiced on
the other, trying to duplicate the sensations she was feeling herself.
It was an exhausting afternoon, what with all the bending, twisting
and tonguing, but not only was Amy proud of what she'd learned, but
both Jamie and Barbara seemed pleased with her progress as well.

	That evening, Amy was dressed again in the same little black
spandex dress she'd worn for her tattooing. As Barbara drove downtown,
Jamie reached over and idly ran her hand up the inside of Amy's thigh
toward her pussy. Amy knew better than to resist and Jamie smiled
broadly when, as her fingers reached her shaved opening, Amy spread
her legs to give Jamie unfettered access to her. Jamie didn't
disappoint, pushing two fingers into her opening and tickling her
clitoris until she climaxed.

	Barbara congratulated Jamie as they pulled up in front of an
apparently abandoned warehouse building.

	Inside the dingy building, was concealed a posh private club
where Barbara was greeted as an old friend by the burly guard. He eyed
Amy's slender figure and asked, "New meat?" Barbara laughed and nodded
toward Jamie, "It's hers." Barbara was taken to a table right next to
the stage and Amy flushed self-consciously as she minced her way
between tables trying to hold her dress down in the front without
having her newly decorated breasts leap out the top. It was a nearly
impossible task and she almost tumbled into a table of laughing women
as she concentrated on her problem instead of where she was going.

	That evening, the "show" consisted of pairs of women and one
would abuse the other until she passed out from pain, multiple orgasms
or both, depending upon the type of abuse that was inflicted on her.
During a break in the show, Jamie took Amy's arm and dragged her up
onto the stage where she put her in a chair facing the audience. A
couple of women at one of the "ringside" tables laughed as she sat
down, for they saw she wore no panties as her bare pussy reflected
light like a beacon to the twisted women. Amy tried to keep her legs
closed, but with Jamie pulling and tugging on her hair it was a tough
job.

	Jamie ran her hands through Amy's shoulder length, light brown
hair and eyed Amy's reaction to her fondling. Amy closed her eyes and
stretched contentedly as she enjoyed Jamie's caress. Once, Amy even
sighed as if she were sexually aroused.

	"Your crowning glory!" Jamie whispered in her ear, "I can't
remember how many times I watched you play with this hair. You're
always either brushing or combing it. Do you realize how you toss it
when you talk, especially to men. You're fixated on your hair, aren't
you?" She gave Amy's hair a hard yank when she asked the question, but
Amy sat without speaking. Everything Jamie said about her was true.
Since she'd been a little girl, Amy had been proud of her long, soft
hair.

	Then Jamie produced a pair of long scissors from her bag.
"Well, we're going to cut it all off." Amy bolted straight up in the
chair and snatched her hair from Jamie's grasp. "NO, you can't! Not my
hair! Please!" The poor girl was so upset she started to cry.
"Remember you parents," Jamie hissed. Amy hesitated and then slowly
lowered her hands in her lap. She sat sobbing softly as Jamie cut and
hacked at her head, removing large hunks of her beautiful tresses.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and fell onto the rapidly growing pile of
her hair beneath the chair. When Jamie finished, all that remained
were strands and clumps of ragged hair.

	Jamie went backstage and returned with a small pair of
electric trimmers. She held Amy firmly by the shoulder as she ran the
clippers over her head, giving her a buzz cut that left what remained
of her hair less than 1/4" long. "That's much better," Jamie said as
she stepped back and admired her handiwork. "Whadda ya think ladies?"
she asked the group of women in the front row. They applauded and one
called out, "It's great. Looks real butch!" On hearing that, Amy
couldn't control herself and she broke down blubbering.

	Amy spent the evening sitting morosely at Barbara's table next
to Jamie.

	Women would come over and ask Jamie if Amy could dance with
them. Jamie never turned them down, pushing her into their arms and
watching coolly as they twirled Amy across the tiny dance floor. Most
of the women took the opportunity to grope her tight little ass or rub
their breasts against hers, which were still sensitive from the
tattoos. One woman apparently mistook Amy's reaction to their
sensitivity for arousal and grabbed her breast and gave it a squeeze.
Everyone in the place had turned to look when Amy's piercing scream
echoed through the room.

	Later, on the way back from the club, Jamie announced that Amy
would be moving in with her. "I thought I was already staying with
you?" Jamie laughed, "No, silly Amy-girl. That's Barbara's place. I'm
flattered that you think I could afford such a luxury townhouse on
what they're paying us. My apartment's not too far from yours, as a
matter of fact." That reminded Amy that she didn't have anything to
wear to work on Monday.

	At least she hoped Jamie would allow her to return to her job.

	"Are... are you going to let me go to work Monday?" Amy asked,
her voice cracking with emotion. In spite of all the problems in the
office, Amy found the thought of not being able to work made her
uneasy. Jamie laughed at her question, "Of course. In fact, let's stop
by your apartment to pick up your clothes for the week. We can't have
you showing up to work in that provocative number," she pointed at the
tiny dress Amy had been wearing for the past two days, "you might get
raped in the hall." Jamie and Barbara both laughed, but the humor in
the thought of being raped escaped her.

	When they reached her apartment building, Jamie and Amy took
the stairs to Amy's apartment where Jamie rummaged through Amy's large
closets full of expensive outfits. Apparently Jamie had definite ideas
about the look she wanted for her new slave, for she flipped quickly
though the hangers, rejecting almost all of Amy's favorite dresses and
suits. "No, no, no, no, no, maybe, no, no," Amy was becoming
embarrassed when Jamie finally found one that met her criteria. She
pulled it out and held it up in front of Amy to see how it looked.

	It was an outfit Amy had bought a few years ago, worn once and
put away. It was a suit with a too short skirt that she'd picked up
while shopping with her friend Linda. Linda had said it looked good on
her, but Amy found it too revealing and had never worn it to work.
Now, Jamie had picked it out and she would have to wear it whether she
liked it or not.

	The rest of Jamie's choices were equally bizarre. Colors that
weren't in Amy's palette, skirts that were far too short, blouses that
were too sheer, it was as if Jamie were deliberately choosing the
outfits that made Amy look her worst. "I can't wear this," Amy said of
one jacket, "with my coloring, it makes me look anemic."

	Jamie slapped her cheek - not too hard but hard enough to let
Amy know her opinion was unworthy of consideration. "You'll wear what
I tell you, when I tell you to wear it," she hissed. "But you're right
about the color, brunette's shouldn't wear this." Amy breathed a sigh
of relief. Maybe Jamie wasn't going to be totally unreasonable after
all. "But let's bring it along, shall we? I'd like to see it on you
when your make over is complete."

	"Makeover?" Amy asked incredulously, "Who said anything about
a makeover?" Jamie turned around with her hands on her hips and just
stared at her. "What would you call the tattoos, the haircut, all the
training Barbara and I have been taking the time to give you? Oh, it's
a makeover all right, I'm going to make you into my bitch and you're
going to love it."

	Amy wiped a tear from her cheek, "But I thought,... I mean if
you don't like me the way I am, why did you... ?" Jamie, irritated by
Amy's sniveling, brushed off her question and after choosing a couple
of pairs of shoes, told Amy to carry everything to the car.

	"I need to stop at that all night drug emporium Barbara,"
Jamie said as her mother started the car, "I won't be but a minute."
While Jamie ran into the store, Barbara climbed into the back seat and
"permitted" Amy the pleasure of licking her pussy. When Jamie came out
and saw Amy's ass in the air and her face buried in Barbara's snatch,
she laughed, tossed the small bag in the front seat and slid behind
the wheel. In a couple of minutes, they were in front of her building.
Turning around she slapped Amy on the butt and said, "OK you lovers,
break it up, we're home."

	Amy, red-faced from her exertions and embarrassed by Jamie's
reference to lovers, sat up and wiped her mouth with her hand. "Grab
your shit, bitch," Jamie snarled as she got out of the car. "We've
still got work to do and I have to be up early, remember? It's a work
day!" Amy lugged her clothes up to Jamie's apartment, leaving a trail
of dropped shoes, bras and panties through the lobby. The man behind
the security desk laughed at her, but made no effort to help. Barbara
followed shortly and, with an exasperated sigh, bent and retrieved
Amy's fallen items.

	"I don't know why she brought these," she muttered, "I doubt
if she'll ever wear them again."

	Upstairs, Jamie had already begun preparations for the next
step in Amy's transformation. She took out a bottle of peroxide she'd
purchased and called Amy over to the sink. "Put your head in there,
bitch," she said as she put her hand between Amy's shoulder blades and
forced her over the sink. The women quickly transformed Amy's hair
from light brown to white and when she looked into the mirror, she
didn't even recognize herself. "Now it's in your palette," Jamie
laughed as she looked at Amy's new hair. Amy stared in stunned
disbelief at her reflection. "My hair," she said, "my wonderful hair.
Oh, God!" then she started to cry.

	Surprisingly, Jamie put her arm around her and held her as she
wept.

	"There, there, Amy-girl," she whispered, "don't cry over your
hair. Come on, let's go to bed. In the morning, when we're dressing
you for work, everything will look brighter."

	Amy looked around the one bedroom apartment. "Where do I
sleep? Is there a sleep sofa?" Jamie chuckled, "No silly. Why you're
going to sleep in my bedroom. Here, let me show you." Jamie took her
arm and gently guided her into a bedroom dominated by a queen-size
round bed. Amy sat on the bed, testing it's firmness. After the too-
hard mattress at Barbara's, this was a big improvement. Even if she
would have to endure Jamie's groping, she thought, at least she
wouldn't wake up with a back ache.

	"Not there Amy," Jamie said, "You sleep over here. You're only
allowed on the bed when I want you to pleasure me." Amy looked and saw
that Jamie had spread a blanket on the wooden floor beneath the
window. "You expect me to sleep on the floor?" she said incredulously.
"It's either that, or I can chain you in the closet," Jamie said.
"Either would be more comfortable than a cell at the Federal Women's
Prison in Alderson, West Virginia. That IS where they send criminals
like you, isn't it?"

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Amy's Shame (FFF, femdom)[3/4]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:13:50 GMT

			     Amy's Shame
				  by
			    Ginny and Amy
			      Part Three

	On Monday morning, the whole office was buzzing about Amy's
transformation. Her breasts, still too sore to even wear her bra, were
covered by a dark blouse that concealed her tattoos well enough, but
rubbed her tender nipples whenever she moved. They were particularly
sensitive because of the stretching Jamie was inflicting on her and
she frequently locked herself in her office to massage them. It didn't
relieve the aching much , but it at least gave her the privacy to
enjoy the tiny orgasms that her new-found need for frequent sexual
release demanded.

	Unfortunately, her professional demeanor was undermined by
Jamie and their friend Linda, who arrived for a meeting and walked
behind her to get to their seats. Linda ran her fingers over Amy's new
crewcut, whistled low and announced to the room, "Rad!" Jamie had
laughed out loud, but several of the executives who had supported
Amy's career, stared at her in dismay. The firm was conservative and
Amy's new look was too "way out" for their tastes. In spite of that, a
couple of the younger women stopped by her office and said they were
glad she'd ditched her "dowdy" appearance for something more "hip."
Amy couldn't help wondering how many of them were in on Jamie's little
secret and how many of the others had guessed that something was amiss
with her.

	As the week dragged on, Amy felt like she was tip-toeing
through a minefield where any misstep by her or Jamie would expose
their terrible secret. The nights, on the other hand, were filled with
an endless round of parties as Jamie showed Amy off like the new
possession she was. Amy couldn't understand how Jamie did it, staying
up well past midnight every night, then getting up well before
sunrise. She, herself, was dragging by Wednesday, yet Jamie seemed as
fresh as when the week began.

	Every night Jamie allowed Amy into her bed to make love to
her. At first, Amy had shuddered a the thought of putting her tongue
inside the woman, but she quickly found herself looking forward to
their time together. It may have been because after an orgasm, Jamie
would hold her, the only affection she seemed to receive any more from
anyone.

	Sometimes they'd talk briefly before Jamie sent her away to
her spot on the floor. One night, after a party at which she'd had a
lot to drink, Amy had boldly brought up the subject of Jamie's mother,
a topic she'd been unwilling to discuss before. This time, however,
Jamie didn't seem upset by the question.

	"Your mother's home is beautiful," Amy had begun, "I was
impressed by all the decorations. It must be worth a fortune." Jamie
nodded as she ran her fingers over Amy's nipple and gave it a tug to
test how well her stretching was progressing. "What does she do?"
Jamie didn't understand Amy's question, so she re-phrased it, "I mean,
where does she get her money? Did your father leave it to her, or does
she have a job somewhere?" Jamie chuckled, "I guess you could say it's
a job. She runs a string of bitches." Amy was startled, "You mean like
prostitutes?"

	Jamie grinned, "No silly, bitches! You know, like you're my
bitch? You haven't forgotten the tattoo on your sweet little ass have
you?" Amy still didn't understand so Jamie explained. "Over the years,
she's tamed and broken dozens of high-spirited young women the same
way I did you.

	"After toying with them for a few months or a year, she
introduced them to wealthy society men, businessmen or politicians and
then she'd move on the next one." Amy shrugged, "So?" "You really are
dense, aren't you Amy-girl?" Jamie chided her. "Well, after they get
married, Barbara quietly lets the woman know the secret of her past is
safe as long as she makes monthly payments to her."

	"Blackmail, you mean," Amy said finally seeing the light. "Not
blackmail, exactly," Jamie said, "Think of it more as payment for
services rendered. That's what I'm going to call it when you pay me."

	Amy started to say that she'd never pay her a cent, but she
wisely caught herself. After all, she'd already done quite a few
things that a month ago she couldn't have imagined herself doing. "So
all these women pay Barbara for her silence?" Amy repeated. "Yep,"
Jamie chortled, "and you'd be surprised at their names. They're the
wives of some of the best-known men in town. Barbara gets a check or
cash each month from them. She managed to buy that mansion and put me
through college with plenty left over. In fact, she's still recruiting
young women. If you're lucky, you may meet the next one in a few
weeks. But that's enough talk for tonight, you'd better get to bed,
I've noticed you've been dragging in the office lately."

	When Amy returned to her "bed", Jamie set up the wooden rack
above her chest as she did every night. From it stretched the elastic
cords that Jamie attached to her nipples at least an hour every night.
The last few nights, Amy had been so exhausted she'd fallen asleep
with them still attached... By the end of the week, though, Amy could
already see how much her nipples had stretched. Surprisingly, although
she'd expected to be disgusted by their appearance, she found her
"little fingers" to be more an object of curiosity than anything else.
Her only reservation, was that a couple of her co-workers had noticed
the new bulges in her blouse and she was desperate to come up with a
plausible explanation for their sudden appearance.

	That's how Amy's first week went, careful by day, wanton slut
by night. She never knew the number of ways a woman's body could be
used by other women, but she hoped, that after the week of abuse she'd
received, the limit had been reached. Friday afternoon Jamie walked in
to Amy's office and caught her napping. "Come with me," she said and
turned on her heel and headed back to her office. Amy followed her and
when they reached Jamie's office, she told Amy to shut the door behind
her. Jamie pointed to a spot beneath her desk, "On your knees, bitch!"
Amy almost argued with her, but caught herself at the last moment.
"What if someone comes in?" she asked, hoping Jamie would change her
mind.

	"Then you'll have a lot of explaining to do, won't you? Now
get under there before I take you over my knee and give that nice ass
of yours a paddling. If you think your screaming wouldn't attract a
crowd, you're really crazy." Amy knew she was right and got down on
her knees and backed under the desk ass-first. Once she was under it,
Jamie wheeled up her chair, sat down and spread her legs as she pulled
herself up to her desk. Amy saw the woman wasn't wearing any panties
under her business suit. "Get that tongue busy Amy-girl," she laughed.
Amy rested her hands against the inside of Jamie's thighs and pressed
her face forward, eager to complete her humiliation before anyone came
in looking for either her or Jamie.

	When the tip of her tongue flicked against Jamie's clitoris,
the woman's muscles tensed as she braced herself for the pleasure to
come. Amy licked her rapidly, desperate to give her an orgasm before
they were discovered, but Jamie put her hand on Amy's head and patted
her gently, "Slowly, slowly, Amy-girl, we've got all the time in the
world. Amy slowed her tonguing, but increased the amount of contact
with Jamie's clitoris. She heard Jamie's breathing becoming more rapid
as she neared her orgasm and just then there was a knock on the door.
"Jamie? Jamie, it's Linda can I disturb you a minute, it's urgent!"

	Jamie twisted her fingers in Amy's hair and whispered through
clenched teeth, "Don't you dare stop, bitch, I'm too close!" Then
Jamie leaned back in her chair and, using every bit of her reserve
said in a voice that sounded on a couple of octaves too high, "Come in
Linda." The pretty strawberry blonde associate came in and handed
Jamie a folder.

	"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need you to OK this right
away. Phillips is hot to get it out of here." Jamie didn't speak for
fear of giving herself away, but nodded curtly and quickly scrawled
her initials on the form. As Linda turned away, she stopped and turned
back to Jamie.

	"You're looking a little flushed, are you feeling all right?"
Amy felt Jamie's fingers tighten their grip on her hair and she nearly
yelped at the pain in her scalp. "I... I'm fine," Jamie gasped, "just
a little excited." Linda shrugged and headed toward the door. Just
then, Amy's shoulders bumped the bottom of Jamie's center desk drawer
with a soft "bump." Linda stopped at the noise and looked back at
Jamie. Then she shrugged and walked out. As she reached for the door
to close it, she saw a pair of women's shoes under Jamie's desk and
she couldn't keep from smiling as she quickly pulled the door closed
behind her.

	Linda listened at the door for a moment and heard Jamie's
muffled cry as, with her hand pressed over her mouth, she climaxed in
a powerful orgasm. She slumped in her chair, tiny rivulets of
perspiration running down her chest between her full breasts as she
struggled to catch her breath. Amy, realizing she couldn't get out of
her prison until Jamie moved the chair, tried to push it away from the
desk. She finally squeezed out and straightened her clothes, ran her
hand through her hair and, with as much dignity as possible under the
circumstances said, "If you've been adequately satisfied, may I return
to my office now?" Jamie sighed and nodded, "I guess so, but I was
just thinking how great another would feel right now."

	She laughed as Amy's face colored and she scampered from the
office.

	Amy headed straight for the ladies room where she rinsed out
her mouth, washed her face and tried to make herself as presentable as
she could after the ordeal she'd been through. Both legs of her
pantyhose had runs and her skirt was soiled from the dirty floor
beneath Jamie's desk.

	Just as she finished, Linda came swinging through the door.
Amy liked the slender girl and greeted her warmly. Linda, perhaps
because her mind was elsewhere, didn't acknowledge her immediately.

	As Amy turned to go, however, Linda suddenly looked up and
smiled at her friend. "I'm sorry Amy, I was thinking of something
else. What did you say?" Amy repeated her greeting and Linda nodded
perfunctorily. When Amy opened the ladies room door, Linda called out
as if she'd forgotten something, "Oh, by the way Amy have I told you
how much I like your new shoes? I've never seen a pair like that
before!" Amy cheerily said, "Oh, thanks. I got them at Marshall Fields
last week. Neat, huh?" Linda tried not to giggle as she said, "They
certainly seem to be getting the job done, all right."

	That night, Barbara and Jamie took Amy back to the warehouse
club. This time, instead of a haircut, Amy would have a more
"personal" role in the night's events. She was taken to the stage
where a short, heavy-set woman with pendulous breasts is giving a
demonstration of her own line of designer dildos. Her model, a petite
young girl who Amy was sure couldn't have been more than sixteen or
seventeen years old, whimpered at the sight of several long, thick,
models. "That's going to split me down the middle," she whimpered.

	The woman asked Jamie, and received permission to use Amy as a
second model. Amy was told to stand in the middle of the stage with
her rear toward the audience and bend at the waist as the heavy-set
woman thrust one of the large dildos into her from behind. Amy, her
vagina unprepared by any foreplay, screamed in agony as the sensitive
tissues of her pussy were stretched and torn by the hard rubber.

	She slumped to her hands and knees, but the old woman merely
knelt beside her and continued to piston the evil device in and out
until Amy passed out from the pain. As the young woman lay unconscious
on the stage, the woman held up the dildo and proclaimed, "Of course,
if the subject isn't used to it, even the use of a good dildo may
result in injury. I don't recommend you try this at home on virgins."
The knowledgeable audience chuckled at her droll remark as two
waitresses dragged Amy's limp body from the stage.

	When she awoke later, Amy was laying across Barbara and
Jamie's laps in a small backstage room. "You certainly embarrassed us
tonight," Barbara snarled. "Obviously my daughter has neglected your
training. Jamie, I expect you to begin the dildo training next week.
When we return next weekend, she'll not only take that big thing, but
a second one in her asshole, if necessary. Do you understand?" Jamie
cleared her throat, eyed Amy cautiously and nodded, "Yes, Mother. I
understand."

	The next morning, Amy awoke with a terrible throbbing between
her legs. Fortunately, the huge dildo hadn't done any permanent
damage to her sensitive pussy. Instead of being allowed to sleeping
late, Amy was awakened by Jamie at the crack of dawn and her nipples
subjected to another hour of stretching. She wondered how she'd look
if she were ever permitted to leave the house braless in a sheer or
even thin blouse.

	Just the thought of strangers staring at her little stubs of
nipples was enough to get her aroused again. She cried when she looked
at herself in the mirror, her long brown hair had been replaced by the
close-cropped peroxide do that left her unrecognizable as the same
sweet young Amy who'd appeared at Barbara's front door a week before.

	Barbara joined Jamie for breakfast and while they read the
morning paper, Amy was allowed to rest, kneeling in front of them and
serving as their footstool! She was only allowed to move whenever she
was sent hurrying to the kitchen to refill one of their coffee cups.
Once she'd spilled some and Barbara had snapped the leather riding
crop she kept close at hand and ordered Amy onto her belly to suck it
up from the carpet. While she sucked as rapidly as she could, Jamie
knelt beside her and criss-crossed her bare bottom with Barbara's
crop. Amy was tearful and too sore to stand when Barbara finally put a
stop to her beating.

	That afternoon Barbara drove Amy and Jamie downtown once
again. This time, she parked across the street from one of the new
parlors specializing in body piercing. While Amy sat trembling in the
corner, Barbara and Jamie picked through a selection of rings that
they would have the owner attach to various parts of Amy's body.
"We'll start with the nipples," the greasy, hairy man said as he
started to unbutton Amy's blouse. She pushed his dirty hands aside and
said, "I'll do it myself thank you. Why don't you go wash your hands
before you touch me."

	Barbara and Jamie exchanged glances, obviously there was still
some pride and spunk left in the young woman. They'd have to address
that deficiency as soon as possible.

	The man rinsed his hands with alcohol, daubed something on her
breast and picked up a long silver needle. "This won't hurt at all,"
he chuckled as he pinched the tip of her left nipple between his thumb
and first finger and stretched it. Amy closed her eyes and tilted her
head back, unable to watch him puncture her tender flesh. She felt the
pressure of the needle and heard a little "pop" as it broke the skin.

	There was a momentary stab of pain and then nothing. She
looked down, worried that something had gone wrong, but he was
threading a small golden loop through the neat hole he had made in her
nipple. "There," he sighed as he playfully flicked the ring with his
finger, "that's one."

	He repeated the process on Amy's right nipple and when he'd
finished she stood and looked at herself in the mirror. When the light
hit her chest just right, the golden rings reflected it back into the
mirror. "That wasn't so bad," she chirped to Jamie. "I know," Jamie
said, "but that was the easy part. Now you're going to get the
others." Amy looked at Jamie, then at Barbara and finally at the
shop-keeper, "Others?"

	"Lift up your dress and get up on the table," Barbara said
brusquely.

	Amy hesitated briefly, but when Jamie took a menacing step
forward, she quickly grabbed her dress, lifted it to her waist and
used a chair to clamber up on the table. The man looked under her
dress and muttered, "No panties, that's handy. OK girly, on your
back!" It finally dawned on Amy what was about to happen and she broke
into tears, "Please NO! Don't do this Jamie, I'm begging you.
Please?" Jamie shrugged, "Sorry Amy-girl, it's part of your training.
Hop to it, on your back like a good girl."

	The man waddled forward and leaned his gut against the desk,
holding Amy's thighs apart with his elbows as he ran his fingers over
the opening between her legs. She blushed at the man's touch, only the
second man to ever touch her there and her body began to tremble. He
pulled on her labia and, satisfied with what he found, quickly
splashed some disinfectant on her and performed his operation. Amy
tried to remain still, as much from fear of Barbara and Jamie as from
fear of injury, but she still squirmed and moved her ass as he
punctured her labia.

	When he finished, she had matching rings, one in each labia.
She stood tentatively and realized she couldn't close her legs!
"You'll get used to it," Jamie giggled, "all the girls have that
problem at first. Come on, let's complete your outfit." Jamie took Amy
to the counter where there were a selection of golden balls of
different sizes. Each had a clasp attached and there was also a pair
of small chains. "What are you going to do with these?" she asked
naively.

	"I think we should start with the 5's don't you agree
Barbara?" Jamie asked, ignoring Amy entirely. With Barbara's
concurrence, Jamie attached one ball to each chain and then knelt
between Amy's legs and clipped the chains to the rings in her labia.
"If you lose either of these," she warned, "it will go hard for you."
She strung a third chain between Amy's breasts that hung nearly to her
waist and then stepped back to admire the young woman's new look.
"It's OK for now," Barbara observed, "but in a couple of months,
she'll be carrying three times that much.

	Later, Amy would learn why Jamie attached such importance to
both her nipple and labia rings.

	Despite the pain in her nipples, Amy found that the balls
swinging between her legs were far more disconcerting. When she moved
she could hear them clang together so loudly she was certain everyone
in her office could hear them although no one seemed to notice. She
had been forbidden to wear panties, so when she attended meetings, she
had to be very careful to keep her legs pressed tightly together.

	She discovered that this increased the pressure on her vagina
and made her become aroused. It could be quite embarrassing to be
sitting a roomful of brokers and traders and have a mini-orgasm.
Fortunately, it began to occur with such regularity, that people
stopped noticing when she'd shake and perspire at odd times.

	It seemed everyone in the office had noticed Amy's new look.
Before her "makeover" she'd been the meek little mouse who everyone
ignored. Now, with her increased visibility, she realized how
uncomfortable her celebrity was. She imagined that everyone was
staring at her and watching her every move. When she went to the
bathroom, for example, she became so paranoid, she wouldn't take the
center stall and waited for the one in the corner where no one would
hear her rattling her chains as she dressed and undressed. Her life
was becoming a nightmare and there were even more unsettling events
just around the corner.

	The next weekend, Jamie introduced a new element to their
twisted game. She showed Amy a tiny black box about the size of a
transistor radio. There was a small plastic dildo about the size of a
large cigar attached by a cord.

	Somewhat fearfully, Amy asked, "What is it?" Jamie laughed,
"It's a control device you dumb cunt." Seeing Amy's uncomprehending
expression, Jamie demonstrated for her. She hung the device from Amy's
labia rings and slowly worked the dildo slowly into her pussy. A
second thin wire which served as an antenna hung from the box, it
would be visible to everyone if Amy wore a skirt above her knees.

	Amy waited expectantly, but she felt nothing. But as she
walked around the room, the sensation of the dildo in her pussy and
the box slapping against her thighs was highly erotic. Then Jamie
picked up a small box like a TV remote control and pressed a button.
The dildo began vibrating, sending jolts of sexual stimulation through
her loins.

	Within minutes she was not only too aroused to walk, she could
barely stand still. Jamie clicked off the remote and Amy slowly
descended down from her erotic high and returned to normal. Amy found
the mere thought of Jamie holding such awesome power over her was
quite daunting and it gave her real concern about her ability to
continue to function in the office.

	"Monday morning," Jamie told her, "you're going to wear this
in the office." Despite her training, Amy blurted out her reluctance.
"I can't, what if someone sees it? What will I say?" Jamie shook her
head, "Not my problem. You're going to wear it or something a hundred
times worse."

	Amy was too cowed by Jamie's threats to ask what alternative
she had and she agreed to wear the device.

	On Monday and on each succeeding day, Jamie turned it on
several times a day for anywhere from one to five minutes. When she
was in her office working on the computer, Amy almost enjoyed the
feeling it gave her, but in meetings or talking with a client, the
effect was not just diverting, it was positively devastating!

	She soon learned not to stop and talk to anyone in the hall,
especially a man. If Jamie saw her talking to anyone, she'd flip on
Amy's "climax machine" and watch her begin to squirm. If the man
happened to be important, poor Amy had no choice but to stand there
and take it for as long as she could.

	One day, Amy had been in a meeting with a very important
Chinese woman when Jamie activated the device. The woman watched with
aplomb as Amy begin to squirm and move in her seat. At one point, the
woman moved close, took Amy's hand solicitously and asked if there
were anything she could do to help her. The poor girl had run sobbing
from the office leaving the Chinese woman wonder why her gracious
offer had been rebuffed so impolitely. Fortunately for the company,
Jamie had "happened to be" nearby and was able to sweep in a the last
moment to save the day and the account for the firm!

	Amy had rushed to the ladies room and taken the first
unoccupied stall. There, she huddled on the toilet cubicle until her
orgasm subsided. She sighed, straightened her dress and stepped out,
nearly knocking over her friend Linda who had been in the adjoining
stall. "Are you OK, Amy,"

	Linda asked, "You look ill. I haven't seen anyone looking that
bad since I was in Jamie's office last week. Perhaps something's going
around?"

	Amy glanced at Linda to see if she was aware of what had
happened in Jamie's office, but the slim strawberry blonde was
inscrutable. "Could be," Amy muttered, "You never know these days."

	Amy leaned on the sink to steady her nerves as Linda washed
her hands and left. Amy had liked Linda since they'd first met and,
although Amy wasn't aware of it, Linda had secretly admired her since
she'd joined the firm. But she'd seen and recognized Amy's shoes under
Jamie's desk two weeks before and although Linda considered herself
"liberal" she'd been mystified as to why the bright young brunette
would lower herself to perform such perverted acts on anyone,
especially Jamie, who as far as Linda knew, wasn't even in a position
of authority over Amy.

	Linda shrugged, "Oh well," she thought, "maybe they're
lesbians." Linda walked down the hall, running her fingers through her
light reddish-blond hair. Jamie leaned out of her office and watched
the girl as she passed. Although the quiet girl rarely talked about
herself, Jamie was one of the few who knew that Linda was seriously
involved with the young son of a prominent family. With her slim frame
and small, firm breasts, Linda would make an attractive, if not a
beautiful, society wife.

	Jamie told Amy to expect a guest for dinner on Thursday and
ordered her to leave work early, pick up the food on the way home,
clean the apartment, heat the dinner and be in the bedroom naked when
she arrived.

	Amy had to lie to her boss to get away. She told Mr. Phillips
she was sick and hurried off to perform her duties. Jamie had been
quite specific about what food Amy was to buy and it took much longer
than she'd expected. When she got home, she had to rush to get all the
ingredients assembled even though most of the items needed little
preparation.

	Amy had just finished undressing when Jamie arrived. "Good,"
Jamie said when she saw Amy standing demurely in the middle of the
bedroom with her hands crossed modestly in front of her, "I didn't
think you'd get it done in time. As Jamie undressed, she told Amy,
"After you finish washing my body, I want you to set the table, open
the wine, complete the dinner and then be ready to serve at 8:30
sharp. Is that understood?" Amy nodded, since she was accustomed to
servicing Jamie when she showered that part was expected. She just
worried that she'd be adequate in her new and unaccustomed role as a
serving lady.

	A short time later Jamie stepped from the shower with a grin
on her lips, satisfied and refreshed, she was ready for the evenings
entertainment. Amy, on the other hand, was still resting on her knees
in the spray of the shower, her loins throbbing with unfulfilled
desire.

	She leaned against the wall and used her fingers to release
the built-up tension until Jamie heard her moan as she climaxed. The
cruel dominatrix knew it would be a fun evening, no matter what
happened.

	Amy finally rose to her feet and slowly dried her body with
Jamie's damp towel, just the smell of Jamie's lush body was enough to
get her aroused all over again. By the time she walked into Jamie's
bedroom, the brunette was nearly dressed. "What would you like me to
wear tonight, Jamie?" she asked demurely, the only tone of voice Jamie
permitted her to use in her presence. Jamie smiled and studied her
slender slave before she replied. "I think you're fine just the way
you are, dear. But I'd comb my hair if I were you, it's a little
disheveled."

	Amy stared at her in disbelief, "Like this? Naked?? You can't
be serious!" But Jamie was quite serious. "Oh, yes," she snarled,
"When I tell you I want your skinny ass naked, I mean it! My guest
this evening is very important to me and I want her to see that I'm a
woman who delivers on her promises. Showing her that I have you under
my complete and total control is the first step in that process."
Jamie glared menacingly at Jamie and then her face suddenly softened.
"But I'm being too harsh on you," she said soothingly as she slipped
her arm around Amy's bare shoulder. "Perhaps I'm expecting too much of
you to prance around in your birthday suit, especially looking as
skinny as you do. Would you like to put on a dress, at least, to
serve my guest?"

	Grateful for Jamie's understanding, Amy bobbed her head like
one of those dogs in the back of the Puerto Rican gang members cars.
"Oh, yes, Jamie. Thank you." But as Amy started toward the cardboard
box where Jamie allowed her to keep her clothes, she heard Jamie pick
up the telephone, "Operator," she said, "give me the Internal Revenue
Service. I'd like to report a tax cheat." All the blood drained from
Amy's face and her hands began to tremble. She spun around and yelped,
"No, wait. Don't! I'll do whatever you want, just don't turn us in."

	Jamie put down the phone softly, not wanting to disturb the
dial tone that still buzzed in the handset. "That's a good Amy-girl,"
she said as she stroked Amy's head like a puppy's. "I'm glad you
recognize who has the upper hand in this relationship." As Jamie
checked her out of the corner of her eye, Amy combed her hair (top and
bottom) and steeled herself for the ordeal to come. Unfortunately, she
still had no idea of what was about to happen to her.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Amy's Shame (FFFF, femdom)[4/4]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:46:47 GMT

			     Amy's Shame
				  by
			    Ginny and Amy
			      Part Four

	Shortly after eight o'clock, Jamie's doorbell rang. "OK Amy,"
Jamie said with a brisk clap of her hands, "In the kitchen and don't
come out until I ring my bell, remember?" Amy nodded, "I remember,
don't worry. I've got too much to lose not to get it right." Jamie
waited until Amy disappeared into the kitchen and then she answered
the door. When she opened it, Linda was standing there. The young
woman was clearly apprehensive. She peered around the corner carefully
before she stepped into the foyer. "Looking for someone?" Jamie said
teasingly. "Just making sure we're alone," Linda said as she dropped
her jacket on a chair beside the door.

	"It's all right," Jamie said as she took Linda's elbow and
guided her toward the living room, "there's no one here but my maid
and she'll be no problem, I assure you." Linda pulled her arm free of
Jamie's hold and seated herself in a single chair opposite a sofa on
which Jamie spread herself. Jamie picked up a bottle of expensive wine
and a glass from a tray on the table in front of her, "Would you care
for a little wine before dinner?" Jamie had done her homework well,
for Linda and her fiancé were members of one of the cities most
exclusive "Sommelier Clubs" and she recognized the high quality of the
wine Jamie offered.

	She sipped delicately from the crystal glass and nodded
appreciatively, "Excellent bouquet and aroma. Just a hint of grass
from the Sauvignon Blanc. Overall, an excellent wine."

	Jamie gripped the arm of the sofa tightly, using all of her
will power not to burst into laughter at the young woman's pretentious
"eno-babble." But more importantly, Jamie wanted Linda to drink, and
enjoy the expensive nectar. When Linda put her glass down, Jamie
quickly re-filled it. "A toast," she said, knowing that Linda couldn't
refuse, "to the firm. Long may it prevail." It was a meaningless
toast, certainly to Jamie who couldn't have cared less about the firm,
but Linda drank enthusiastically which gave Jamie the opportunity to
refill her glass still again.

	They sat and drank until the bottle of wine was empty and then
Jamie rang a little bell that was on the table to her left. Instantly,
the kitchen door opened and a naked Amy stepped into the room. She
stopped in her tracks when she saw Linda sitting there and at the
sight of her friend, Linda's glass slipped from her fingers and landed
(unbroken fortunately) on the plush carpet at her feet. "You may serve
dinner now, Amy," Jamie pronounced gravely, "and bring out the red
wine as well."

	Jamie took Linda's elbow and pulled her to her feet. "I
believe you know my kitchen help," she chuckled, "I imagine that came
as quite a surprise, eh?"

	Linda nodded. "You have no idea," she mumbled. Linda sat
uncomfortably as Amy (per Jamie's explicit instructions) served her by
bending close and brushing the tips of her hard nipples against the
back of Linda's shoulders. It became so blatant that whenever Amy
approached, the strawberry blonde would flinch and lean away from her
uncomfortably. By the time Amy served the dessert, Jamie and Linda
were on their third bottle of wine and Amy could see Linda was feeling
the effects of all the alcohol. "Please excuse me," Jamie said, "but I
must speak to the kitchen staff."

	She went into the kitchen where the perspiring Amy was
stacking the dishes. "You should have told me that it was Linda!" she
hissed. "Why?" Jamie asked, "What would you have done? Run home to
Daddy? You'd still have served us and you know it." Amy sighed and
bowed her head, "You're right. I would have."

	That's when Jamie dropped the bombshell! "Serve the coffee and
when we've finished, I'll excuse myself. You come out to pick up the
cups and then I want you to seduce Linda. Do you understand?" Amy was
aghast! "You want me to what?" "You heard me," Jamie snapped, "Seduce
that bitch. I want you to kiss her up, give her a couple of feels and
then take her into the bedroom and go down on her on my bed. Do you
think you can do that, or do you want me to call the police?"

	Amy sighed, "All right, I'll do it, but I won't enjoy it." She
said that, she may have even meant it when she said it, but both Amy
and Jamie knew it wasn't true. Jamie knew by the excited glow in Amy's
eyes and Amy knew by the warm feeling that was rapidly spreading in
her loins as she thought about it. She took a deep breath and let it
out slowly, "Why?"

	Jamie shook her head, "Why isn't important. The only thing
that matters is that you go down on her and then get her to go down on
you. After that, the two of you can do whatever you want for the rest
of the night. Now get ready, because if you screw this up, the next
woman you go down on will be in prison."

	"I'll be watching, so you'd better do as your told. You know
what happens to little girls who disobey me." She gave Amy a hard
smack on the ass with her open hand to emphasize what she meant. Then
she stormed out to re-join Linda in the living room.

	When Amy came out to pick up the empty coffee cups, Jamie
excused herself and left the two young women alone. "Why are you doing
this?"

	Linda asked, her voice slurred by the effects of the alcohol.
Amy didn't know what to say, so she told the truth. "She's been good
to me," she said. "I got myself into some trouble and she helped me
out. Not only that, but she's taught me so much about myself. I wish I
could tell you how much better I feel about myself since she's come
into my life." Amy put her hand on Linda's thigh and when the little
blonde didn't pull away, Amy leaned close and gently pressed her lips
to Linda's.

	Surprisingly, Linda neither recoiled nor resisted. In fact,
her arms suddenly wrapped around Amy's neck and held on to her tightly
as she returned her passion! When they broke the kiss, they were both
breathing heavily. "Wow," Linda gasped, "I've been wondering what that
would be like kissing you!" Amy sat on Linda's lap and kissed her
again, this time longer and more deeply, their tongues entwined in
Linda's mouth.

	When Amy felt Linda's hand on her breast, she realized that
Linda was ready for the next step in Jamie's plan. "Let's go to the
bedroom," Amy gasped, "before Jamie comes back and catches us."

	At the mention of Jamie's name, Amy felt Linda's body tense,
then she relaxed and nodded. "Yeah, let's." Amy took Linda's hand and
led her to the bedroom. As Linda stood in a trance-like state at the
foot of the bed, Amy slowly unwrapped her like a Christmas present.
When she pulled off Linda's bra, her small, firm breasts rose and fell
rapidly, the dark nipples hard with arousal. Amy couldn't resist
bending down to kiss them one after the other as Linda sighed with
delight at the feel of Amy's tongue on her sensitive skin.

	Amy put Linda on her back and knelt between her slim thighs.
She ran her fingers through the thick hairs above Linda's pussy and
the strawberry blonde arched her back and moaned as Amy slowly worked
her middle finger into the wet opening and found her clitoris. Amy
stroked her slowly, letting her arousal build until she seemed about
to burst, then she used her tongue. Linda's orgasm was a strong one
that gave Amy almost as much pleasure as it gave Linda. Amy brought
Linda to another climax, this time working her slowly and
deliberately, watching her out of the corner of her eye and, each time
she felt her orgasm was near, backed off and left the squirming blonde
dangling at the edge of release.

	Finally, Linda exploded and she grabbed Amy's hair and pulled
her on top of her, covering her face with kisses. "Please," gasped Amy
through clenched lips, "Please?" She opened her legs and Linda knew
what she meant. She reversed her position and used her tongue to
satisfy Amy, twice in rapid succession. Afterwards, they lay together
and held each other close, whispering insincere lies to each other as
if that would make everything all right in the morning. They made love
several more times and each woman had several more orgasms. Then Linda
rolled over and fell asleep. Soon, she started to snore softly!

	Amy caught her breath and then rose slowly and stumbled to the
bathroom.

	Jamie waited until she heard the shower running and then she
came out of the closet from where she'd sat and watched the two young
woman make love. She tip-toed to the bookcase and picked up a small
video camera, removed the tape and placed the camera in a drawer. She
also took the tape from a second camera hidden behind her jewelry case
on the dresser.

	When she had them both, she stealthily crept back to the
living room and let herself out. Linda was still snoring when Amy
returned from her shower and lay down beside her friend.

	When Amy awoke in the morning, Linda had gone without a word
of good-bye or a note of explanation. She lay there for over an hour,
thinking about what had happened. That's how Jamie found her when she
returned home, sprawled on her back with tears trickling down her rosy
cheeks. Jamie knew how Amy felt, she'd often awakened alone to find
her partner had fled in the night. Jamie quickly undressed and joined
Amy on the bed and they made love, hard passionate love. Jamie knew
that Amy was taking out her frustrations on her, but it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered but the tapes and she had them safely under lock and
key.

	In spite of everything that had happened to her in the past
month, Amy still thought she had been performing acceptably on the
job. That was why, when Mr. Phillips announced he'd received an
unexpected promotion, she thought that, as the senior one in his
department she'd get his job.

	She was stunned a day later when they announced that Jamie had
been selected instead. Now she'd not only have to satisfy Jamie after
work and on weekends, but on the job as well. It was too much for Amy
to take and she scheduled a meeting with Personnel to ask why she had
been denied a promotion for which she felt she was qualified.

	They explained that her recent "erratic behavior" had made the
executives too uncomfortable and cited her "punk" haircut, "radical"
tattoos, "rave" dresses and her sudden inability to pay attention
during meetings had left them no choice. "Frankly Amy," the man told
her in confidence, "several people are wondering if you're doing
drugs. You'd better get some help to straighten out your life before
they give you the boot. They felt they had no choice but to pass over
you for Jamie," he continued. "She's almost equally qualified and
there were several important officials pushing hard for her
selection."

	Not only was Jamie ruining Amy's personal life, but she was
now ruining her career as well. Amy knew that if she allowed it,
Jamie would ruin her life. She realized what she had to do and
resolved to do it before the upcoming holiday weekend. Amy realized
she couldn't take Jamie's abuse and degradation any longer.

	In spite of her love for her father, she refused to allow
Jamie and Barbara to use her in every disgusting way they wanted. On
Thursday night she called her mother intending to tell her what she
was about to do. "Oh, I'm sorry honey," she said, "Your father and I
are on our way out to a Cancer Society Dinner. Can I call you
tomorrow?" Amy sighed for it was always that way with her mother. She
never seemed to take time for her. "Momma I've got to talk to you. Can
you come to my place Friday night, it's really important." "All right,
dear. I'll come by after dinner and we can have a nice talk, just us
girls."

	The next morning Amy called a lawyer who'd done some business
with her company. "I can't help you," he said when she told him of her
problem, "but there's someone who's an expert in those kinds of
problems. Her name's Virginia Ames, she's a former U.S. Attorney and
she's expert in that area." Based on his recommendation Amy called and
scheduled a mid-afternoon meeting with Ms Ames. She arrived fifteen
minutes early for the meeting and as she sat in the waiting room, Amy
caught herself staring at the attractive young girl sitting at the
reception desk.

	"I've been with Jamie so long," she thought, "I'm starting to
think like her."

	Finally, the perky little brunette stood up from behind her
desk and approached Amy. "Ms Ames will see you now," she said. "If
you'll follow me?" As Amy walked behind the petite woman, she fought
the urge to reach out and grab the young woman's firm ass. She shook
her head and wiped a bead of perspiration from the fine hairs on her
upper lip. "Take it easy Amy-girl," she muttered to herself, totally
oblivious to the fact that she'd called herself by Jamie's pet name
for her.

	The cute brunette showed Amy to an impressive office where the
walls were covered with shelves full of law books. An auburn-haired
woman stood up and moved gracefully around her desk. Her hand extended
as she took Amy's trembling fingers. Amy used the opportunity to check
out the tall, broad-shouldered woman as she approached and she liked
what she saw. Ms Ames auburn hair was cut short and close to her head,
curling behind her ears in little cowlicks and her bosom! Her bosom
was big, far larger than Amy's. "Hi Amy, I'm Virginia, but you can
call me Ginny. Tell me what's troubling you." Amy sat down quickly,
wanting to sit before her trembling legs buckled and she fell on her
ass.

	As Ginny walked back around her desk, Amy stared at the
woman's curvaceous ass which was encased in a dark, skin-tight skirt.
Ginny sat down and crossed her long legs and as she did, Amy caught a
brief glimpse of something that set her heart racing! Not only was the
attorney not wearing panties, Amy was sure that her pussy had been
shaved as clean as a baby's bottom!!!

	Amy tried to tell her story, but she couldn't concentrate
because she couldn't take her eyes from Ginny's bosom as it rose and
fell with her breathing. Her coat was buttoned beneath her breasts and
it pushed her breasts up through the front of her coat. Seeing Amy was
disconcerted, Ginny suppressed a grin and unbuttoned her coat, heaving
a relieved sigh as her full breasts were freed from their confinement.

	Visibly relieved, Amy began to speak. She told the entire
story, beginning with the inside tips to her father and continued
through the events of Thursday afternoon. The woman appeared stunned
by Amy's story, but assured her she could arrange a deal with the
Government to keep her father out of jail. "You'll probably have to do
some jail time, but I'll do what I can." Amy nodded, "Look, if it will
help, I'd testify against Jamie and Barbara. What they've done to me
must be every bit as illegal as my insider trading, isn't that right?
That should be worth something to the District Attorney." Ginny
nodded, "Perhaps, but insider trading is a Federal crime and what
those women have done is local." Seeing Amy's face fall, she continued
rapidly, "But that's not to say the D.A. wouldn't put in a word with
the U.S. Attorney if you testified."

	"I'm sure you're desperate enough to grab at any straw. Give
me until next week and let's see what they're offering." Amy left the
woman's office feeling happier than she had in months. Finally, the
terrible specter of Jamie hovering over her would be gone. She
couldn't imagine anything that might happen to her in prison that
could be any worse than what she'd already endured at Jamie's hands.

	That evening Amy's mother arrived shortly after eight o'clock.
Ellen was nearly as tall as her daughter and even though she was past
fifty, she still had a trim, firm figure. She could still wear the
latest fashions, including skirts well above her knee. Like Amy,
Ellen's breasts wouldn't turn men's heads, but her legs were long,
tan, trim and well-muscled from years of playing tennis at the club.
Amy fought back tears as she spilled out as much of the story as she
dared. Despite her decision to turn herself and her father in to the
authorities, Amy didn't name names or go into detail about the
humiliations she'd endured at Jamie and Barbara's hands.

	At first, her mother could only think about what would happen
to her if both her husband and daughter were in jail, but Amy re-
assured her that her lawyer was going to arrange a deal that would
leave her father a free man. "She said Dad may have to pay a big
fine," Amy said confidently, "but she said we won't agree to the deal
unless they guarantee it." Her mother breathed a sigh of relief and
just then the doorbell rang. "Did you tell Dad you were coming?" Amy
asked with a hint of panic in her voice. "Of course not, dear. You
told me not to tell him and I didn't. Are you expecting anyone?" Amy,
a worried expression on her face, shook her head.

	The bell rang again, more insistently this time. Amy peered
through the peephole and her heart raced! It was Jamie and Barbara.
"Just my rotten luck," she muttered, "and my mom's here to witness
it." Afraid to ignore Jamie and her mother any longer, Amy opened the
door a crack and whispered, "Please, can you come back in an hour. My
mother's here. Please?" Jamie kicked the door open, sending Amy
reeling across the foyer into the wall. "I know," hissed Barbara,
"that's why we came, to make sure you and your mother understand the
folly of trying to cut a deal with the Feds."

	"The Feds?" Amy gasped, surprised that Barbara knew about her
visit to the attorney. "How did you know about that?" Jamie giggled as
Barbara jabbed a finger into Amy's right breast and snarled, "I know
everything. That cunt Ames, the attorney you went to see? She called
me the minute you left the office and told me everything. Even about
how you want to go to the District Attorney to testify."

	Amy stared at her in disbelief. Ginny had betrayed her, how
could she? Why? Barbara pushed Amy aside and started toward the living
room as Jamie waggled her finger under Amy's nose disapprovingly, "Bad
Amy-girl. Now Jamie will have to spank! Tsk-tsk!"

	Barbara and Jamie strode boldly into Amy's living room and
Ellen looked up to see who her daughter's visitors were. When she saw
them, her mouth opened and her face went ashen. "Hello Ellen," Barbara
said dramatically, "It's been a long time." Ellen nodded numbly.
Looking at Amy she asked with a hopeful tone, "These aren't the two
you were telling me about are they?" Amy nodded silently, "I'm sorry
Mother."

	Barbara walked over and offered her hand to Ellen who reached
to take it. But instead of shaking her hand, Barbara jerked the taller
woman to her feet and embraced her. She was barely able, by standing
on her toes, to press her lips to Ellen's and kiss her - it was a
long, deep and passionate kiss.

	"What's the meaning of this," Amy demanded, showing far more
spunk than she had in months... "What do you think you're doing?"
Barbara turned to Amy while keeping a hand on Ellen's hip, "You dumb
bitch, your lawyer, Ames, is not only an old friend, but she was
sitting in the front row when Jamie gave you the haircut. She
recognized you as soon as you walked into her office. There won't be a
deal with the Feds and if you, or you Ellen, say anything to anyone,
you'll all do hard time."

	Barbara smiled as she felt a shudder run through Ellen's body
when she mentioned her husband going to prison.

	"You bitch," Ellen snapped and grabbed Barbara's hair as is
she was going to fight her. Barbara spun and drove her fist into the
pit of Ellen's stomach right above her panty line. The punch was so
hard and so unexpected that even Ellen's well conditioned body
couldn't withstand it. Her knees buckled and she toppled into Barbara
who caught her with an arm around the tall woman's slim waist and held
her as if in an embrace. Amy was stunned by Barbara's attack but was
more surprised at her mother's unwillingness or inability to fight
back. Barbara helped Ellen up and held her at arm's length as she
studied her trim figure.

	"The years have been kind Ellen," she said softly. "Let's see
just how kind." Barbara started to unbutton Ellen's blouse and when
her mother didn't raise a hand to stop her, Amy went to her mother's
defense. She stopped short, however, when Jamie grabbed her shoulder,
spun her around and punched her in her soft belly. Amy dropped to her
hands and knees as she fought an urge to vomit and when she looked up
through her tear-filled eyes, Barbara was lifting Ellen's blouse over
her shoulders.

	She pulled it down her arms and Ellen's eyes closed tight as
her lips pursed tightly when Barbara's hands fondled her small
breasts. From there, Barbara probed Ellens' flat, hard stomach. "Very
nice," Barbara said as she nodded in approval.

	Amy watched in silence as Barbara reached behind Ellen and
unhooked her skirt, dropped it at her feet and then with a quick snap
of her wrists, jerked down the woman's half slip. Like an obedient
automaton, Ellen stepped out of it and stood before Barbara in an
underwire bra and a pair of matching bikini panties. "Ditch the bra,"
Barbara ordered curtly. Ellen, with surprising alacrity reached behind
her to release the catch but she caught it and held it to her breasts
until Barbara reached up and slapped her cheek. "I said ditch it," she
snarled.

	Obediently, Ellen dropped her hands and the bra slowly slid
down her arms, over her wrists and dropped beside her other clothes at
her feet.

	"Over here," Barbara said, crooking her finger at Ellen who
meekly followed her to the sofa.

	Barbara sat down, patted her thighs and Amy was awestruck when
her mother knelt without saying a word and laid herself over the older
woman's lap. Barbara shifted her knees to raise Ellen's firm ass into
the best position to receive a spanking, then ran her hand over
Ellen's tight ass cheeks. Amy saw her mother quiver, whether in fear
or excitement it was impossible to know, as Barbara slowly pulled her
panties down to her knees.

	That's when Amy saw it! Her mouth opened in shock and heart
stopped as her head began to spin. She fell to her knees and shook her
head in dismay. "No! It can't be!" she gasped. Looking into her
mother's tear-filled eyes she pleaded with her, "Mom! Mom please, say
it isn't so!!" Ellen looked at Amy and began to cry uncontrollably.
She'd kept the terrible secret from her family for years, but now it
had been revealed in a most disheartening and disturbing manner. Ellen
choked on her tears and lowered her head, unable to say the words that
Amy so desperately wanted, indeed needed, to hear.

	As Barbara began to spank Ellen's pale, but rapidly reddening
ass, Amy stared in stunned disbelief at her mother's jiggling, up-
turned ass. She'd never seen it before and she couldn't understand
how she'd missed it for so many years, but there it was, high on
Ellen's right ass cheek!

	A simple tattoo with just two words in inch high letters,
"Barbara's Bitch". That's when Amy knew, deep inside her, that she'd
never get away from Jamie and Barbara and their domination of her.

		       The End of the Beginning