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Amelie part 8When she got home on Friday, she gotten a hand-written note in her mail-box at home. There was an address and the word “Tonight, 21.00…Be there on time…”…Amelie thought “NO WAY” and began to prepare her dinner. And after dinner, she showered and drank a single glass of red wine, still sure that she was NOT going to go. She had had enough adventure in the last few days for many, many months. And, as she poured a smaller, second glass, she knew that she would have to go, after all. The decision was NOT her own, she was transforming, becoming a slut, a submissive slut, and there was nothing she could do, but accept it.She dressed and drank the last wine while waiting for the taxi she had called for.The address was in a quiet side-street. It was a shop, that had once sold furniture, but that appeared to have been many years ago. The door (2 steps down) was slightly ajar. Her pulse was rising already. She knocked, said “Hello?” out loud and entered, closing the door behind her. Heard the lock engage and feeling both horny and more than a little scared. The room was small and almost empty, there was a café-table with a candelabra and a note on it. It was written in the same hand and it gave her the next instructions. She gasped with excitement. Then she took off her coat and scarf and hung it on the coat-rack behind the door. Then she went to the door that lead deeper into the shop. It was covered by a heavy golden velvet curtain. She hesitated, she was in the deep water now. Didn´t even knew which of her numerous partners from the last weeks that had been writing the notes. She turned around, stood with her back to the doorway. It would be so much easier, if hands would reach out from the darkness behind that curtain and just grab her, but she knew that that was not going to happen. The note had said so. She reached behind her, found where the two parts of the curtain met. Hesitated. Then took one step back. Hesitated again, before sticking both arms behind the curtain. Nothing happened for a few seconds. Had she missed something, reading the note?A quick succession of loud metallic clicks as handcuff were put on both her wrists. She had let out a short scream, when it happened. Slowly, but steadily she was being dragged back, over the threshold, into the next room. The cuffs (there must have been two sets) became fastened to something; she stood with her arms a little out from her sides, at about the same height as her hips. Helpless and helplessly horny, as a silky scarf quickly was tied in front of her eyes. Then hands were holding her hips. Amelie cleared her throat.“I…i am ready and I want to…go on” she said, as the note had instructed manisa escort her to do. “Good..”She froze. She had let her self get chained by some-one with a heavy accent…A Woman with a heavy accent!Amelie had sometimes been thinking about being with another woman, but she had never imagined that it would be like this. A gentle kiss was placed on her bare shoulder. The foreign woman pressed her body against Amelie´s backside. There was a scent of flowery perfume in the air. A soft kiss on the other shoulder, a stranger´s hand on her breast. “I will own you now…you are mine..” the stranger said. Amelie nodded and tried to find out where this woman could fit in. Could it be the girl she had covered for at that strip-bar?Who ever she was, she moved a little and opened the top 2 buttons in Amelie´s dark red velvet dress. Could she have been from the gym-owners, they also had her address, as had the plumber, for that matter. Another 2 buttons became undone. “You are mine, bitch..” The last 2 buttons. Now her dress were just an apron hanging on her shoulders, but completely open down her back. It could also be the petite Asian woman that she had met twice when meeting her boss at his home!Or that new Spanish or Portuguese girl from on-line sales at the museum. “You don´t wear underwear?..” the stranger asked. “No..not tonight…”she said. She had, after all, expected another of these…event she had been getting into lately, plus her tendency to loose some of the underwear in the process. It was becoming too expensive!“Only stockings and high-heeled boots…you slut!”Even though Amelie was trying hard, she was unable to place that accent on a map. The woman had her hands just below her breasts now. “You must obey me, my blonde slut girl..”“Yes!” Amelie said with a voice she could not recognize. Long-nailed fingers were playing with her nipples now, gently running over the skin, making her shiver. She had expected something different when she had arrived, but this was working too. Why was she suddenly finding it so easy to become horny?“You must not fight me, my slut…it will be problems for you…but you have too much clothes on..”“Yes..”There was a rattling of chains (that sound alone!), then her left arm was free. The dress was taken off, now hung on her other elbow. “Get on your knees, my bitch..”Amelie nodded, then did so. Her other hand were free now, the dress came completely off now, but she was not up to fight. Didn´t dare. Didn´t want to. But silently hoping that her stockings would not get ruined. The unknown woman then chained her again, the left wrist to the right ankle and visa versa. Now she was totally helpless. maraş escort She could feel some kind of (silky) fabric on her body as the other woman moved. The sound of a zipper being pulled. Down, presumably. A hand on the back of her head, just below her pony-tail. Her head was softly being tilted back. Then a soft, wet kiss on her lips and AT THE SAME TIME another on her shoulder!There had to be two persons around her, even though she was in chains. She felt dizzy and hornier than ever. She was really being played with, she WAS their toy now. At least one of them a woman.“Will you be a good bitch..?”“I will….” Amelie began, but then her head was pressed forwards and her lips met something soft. The skin of another person. “I think you are bad…Because you make my pussy very, very wet…and you will have to lick it now, my blonde bitch…”Eager to please, she put her tongue out a little. The tip instantly met a shaven groin and the hand on the back of her head directed her in the right direction. She tasted the salt, spicy juice from a stranger, a strange woman. The third person present must be squatting next to Amelie, because there was one hand toying with her nipples and one hand resting on her behind. The woman that had done almost all the talking this far, was certainly very wet. But licking a woman, only licking, was not as easy as It may sound, she had no way of knowing what was good and what was better. But she was obedient, curious and hornier than ever. How quickly she had learned to like her new submissive side. How come this strange woman was this wet?And who was the third person?A hand between Amelie´s buttocks, a fingertip up her ass. She moved a little, could hear the chains rattling a little. Her tongue found the woman´s clit.“Enough for now, bitch” she said, stepping away, “It is your first time here and you have yet to earn the right to enjoy, bitch…”A hand, a gloved hand patted her chin.“I..understand..” Amelie said quietly. She could hear that the woman in front of her dropping to her knees. That was very strict, but she could see the logic. Two hands on her tits now. The woman said a single word in a language that Amelie could not place, either. The third person began to get up, Long nails playing with her hard, erect nipples. Pinching them lightly. There was something next to her chin now. She nearly turned towards IT, but thought better of it. A semi-hard penis was resting against nose. Shaven balls touching her lower lip and chin. “Suck him, bitch…”The order came after maybe 15 seconds of absolute silence, only broken when some-one´s mobile-phone beeped somewhere in the back. Catching the cock without mardin escort using hands, was not as easy as she had thought, but she managed. The penis tasted of the pussy she had just been licking. “I shall try and be easy today, my blonde bitch…”Something hard was on her nipple now. Then, as the cock was also getting harder, she knew what it was, a clothes-pin was put on her one nipple. She frowned. This was a new addition, one she had not really anticipated, at least not right now. “You must NOT make him cum, “the woman said, placing a second clothes-pin on Amelie´s other breast, “ I will need him soon..”She kept blowing the man. There was two hands on her head, controlling her, so she had very little to say about that. The blind-fold had been moved a tiny bit; she could now see a little, when she was looking straight down. She could see that the woman now rose. “we shall enjoy this bitch in the future”The grip around her head was loosened now. She could hear soft, wet noises, as if the two were kissing now. “I shall need your penis now..”As soon as the cock was out of her reach, there was a new set of hands on her head, turning it. She could see one shiny, black boot being worn by the unknown woman. “And my blonde bitch must lick me…”There was moaning as the woman was being penetrated from behind, standing and holding Amelie´s face pressed towards her groin. Licking, as demanded, was not easy, very near impossible. Even on her very high heels (Amelie could see one), she was not quite high enough. She could only just reach the clit with the very tip of her tongue. There was something that sounded like soft cursing in a foreign language from the woman. Maybe it was some sort of Asian?Amelie did, of cause not know how long the two of them had been at it. But the dominant woman climaxed surprisingly fast. They could have started hours before her. She could her them kissing again, then they were whispering. The woman giggled at something. “Does…this make you horny, my bitch?”“Yes!”Amelie had hesitated, but just for a fraction of a second. The man was removing handcuffs from her hands and ankles.“Good…”They helped her to her feet. Her arms hung at her sides and she was very confused. Was this really going to be…it?Had she really been mustering ALL her courage (AND horniness) just for this?As the man help her with her coat, the woman removed the clothes-pins.“You will be needed back here at 22.15” the woman said, and NOT before…Is that understood?“Yes” The anger was boiling inside her!One of the tied the scarf around her neck and closed the coat all the way up.“There is a café on the corner…”Just before they had her out the door, they removed the blind-fold. Amelie had walked about ten paces, when she realized two things.That her dress was still in the basement.And that she would be back at 22.15.There was a large clock behind the bar of the café when she entered and ordered a glass of the house red.

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