Amy Will Be Enslaved E-Book

Nancy Williams

• Herausgeber: Der Neue Morgen - UW2
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 94

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Amy learns the first principles of being a slave during a business trip with her boss Edgar. She is taken with it. She likes it when a man exerts power over her. Some time later, she meets Mark. She immediately falls in love with him. Amy wants to become his slave. Absolutely. She is prepared to accept all his conditions. An exciting time begins.

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Amy Will Be Enslaved

An Erotic SM Story

by

Nancy Williams

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Title: Amy Will Be Enslaved

Author: Nancy Williams

ISBN: 9783959248273

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Amy Will Be Enslaved

Amy Will Be Enslaved

For the company outing, Amy and Edgar got closer. Edgar was Amy's boss.

He interested her from the first day. He had such a magical attraction, a sovereign and mysterious aura. Amy often dreamed how it would be if he would just take her. Suppose she would bring her assignments to his office and he would just grab her ass so that his fingertips would touch her cleft…

Well, Edgar did, though not in his office, but on the outing. As Amy walked in front of him he firmly grabbed her ass, pulled her head back by her hair and whispered in her ear, "On Wednesday I am going on a business trip and you will accompany me. You don't need to pack anything special. I'll get you what you need. We will be on the road for five days."

Amy felt hot and cold, she could hardly believe her luck. But she also felt a little queasy. Just this remark: 'I'll get it for you'! It sounded so sinister.

Amy packed a few skirts and a few blouses - and of course hot underwear. Edgar was going to drool over her, she was going to wrap him around her finger with her charms.

*

A little chilly, Edgar greeted Amy on Wednesday morning.

"Good morning Amy, we are about to leave for the airport. Before that I have a request, if you want to accompany me. Take off your coat, step up to my desk and lean your upper body on the desk."

Amy was a little irritated, but she wanted him.

And if it had to be now, it had to be now.

Fortunately, she was already wearing provocative lace panties. She stepped up to the desk and leaned forward.

"Do you want to be at my disposal? Then answer me, with 'Yes, Master!" said Edgar.

Amy, of course, had no idea what it meant when she said this, but she obeyed, "Yes, Master!"

She had to smile a little at this.

Somewhat crudely, Edgar continued, "Spread your legs and take my instructions seriously! You will receive a folder from me on the plane and read the instructions carefully and follow them. I'm going to insert a vibro-egg, we'll see how obedient you are."

Edgar pushed Amy's skirt up, pulled the lace panties off Amy's magnificent ass and took them off. He stuffed it into his desk drawer. Amy's bare ass was a truly lovely sight. Edgar stroked one ass cheek, took a swing, and struck. He did the same with the other cheek.

Amy cried out: "Ouch, don't!"

"Yes, yes, that's just a taste. You can still think about whether you want to accompany me or not."

Amy wrestled with herself, she was a little scared. But the greed for Edgar was stronger. It wouldn't be that bad.

Edgar stroked and stroked, stroked and stroked. It grew on her ass cheeks and was almost unbearable. But at the same time she was getting wet.

Edgar paused, put two fingers in her cunt without notice, pulled them out again and stuffed the egg into the wet pleasure grotto.

"I knew this would turn you on. Your ass is gloriously red. You'll keep that egg in your cunt. Don't you dare lose it!"

He pulled her skirt down and motioned for her to rise.

"But without panties? Shall I go like this?" asked Amy.

"You will accompany me, just as I want you to," Edgar only said.

Amy carefully stalked in front of him towards the underground garage. Her backside hurt and she was afraid that the egg might slip out of her while climbing the stairs. Somehow she made it to the car. Concentrating on every step, she was glad to sit next to Edgar on the plane some time later. The trip was to Iceland. So she had to spend a few hours like that. Amy could hardly sit on her ass, so it pulled. But she was still rather focused on the egg inside her.

*

"You will now read my instructions and familiarize yourself with your tasks. Once we arrive at our quarters, you will not speak without prompting and you will assume the basic position."

With that statement, Edgar handed over the folder he had already announced. Amy took it and opened it curiously.

The first thing she read was the surprising heading: Rules for the correct behavior of the slave!

Posture: There are several postures that the slave can take, but only one basic posture, which she must always take without prior instruction. To do this, she kneels on the floor, sits on her heels and spreads her legs. The hands are to be brought into position hanging and open beside the body. The upper body is upright, with the head slightly lowered. The hands, the breasts and in particular all body openings do not belong to her any more. In this position it should be present to the slave that she can be visited and used at any time at will. She must not withdraw, cross her legs or press her knees together. Her mouth and lap should be open.

And so it continued with position two - Standing:

Hands behind head, elbows spread, pushed back. Legs spread. The position 'Standing, hands down' meant: the hands are on the buttocks and the butt cheeks are spread apart.

Amy can hardly believe what she is reading and it is unclear to her how she is supposed to remember all this. It goes up to point 7. The positions are described up to point 5, followed by summary, punishments and duties.

Amy shudders at the last sentence: 'The slave is aware that failure to follow instructions will result in a significant and painful punishment.'

Is that what she wants? The moment she pauses to consider, it vibrates inside her.

Edgar had used a remote control to activate the egg. Oh yes, it tingled fantastically, she would have loved to squeal with excitement.

"Read position 1.3., sitting position!", Edgar murmured.

Amy reads: The slave has no underwear to wear. When she sits on various pieces of furniture her naked thighs should touch the cover. It is important that the legs are spread.

"And now read on under 5.4.: Little finger", Edgar ordered.

There was written: Behavior in public. For this, some codes are needed, which the Master indicates: Little finger: The slave has to stimulate her clitoris. She should take care to hide her actions with a napkin, the tablecloth or something similar. If the little finger is lowered, the action is to be stopped.

*

Edgar immediately showed her the raised little finger and looked at her challengingly. Amy didn't know why she was doing this, but she reached for the pillow that had been placed in the plane ready for sleeping and placed it over her lap. She pushed her skirt up so that her thighs touched the fabric of the airplane seat and spread her thighs.

The egg vibrated inside her, she had become really horny. Ideally, she wanted to be fucked directly by Edgar now. But she knew now, she would have to earn it first. That's why she played the game - because she was so horny for Edgar. But the problem would be, Amy thought to herself, when her thighs were spread and her pussy was already dripping with lust, and then she rubbed her clit, then she would surely come and the egg would roll out of her.

But she had to obey and just try not to come. That, however, was more difficult than she thought. She had to be quiet and suppress everything.

It came as it had to come, Amy became even hornier by the stimulation of her clit. The egg hummed, the tickler tickled. Amy got hot and she had an orgasm. Her vaginal muscles clenched, the egg tumbled out of her.

Edgar lowered his little finger, "You still have to learn this! I did not allow you to have an orgasm. That is why I will punish you now. Read point 3.1. You will assume this position after our arrival in the hotel room."

Amy read: Standing punishment

The slave stands upright in the room, legs spread, she bends forward and grasps her ankles with her hands. The legs must be stretched through. Okay, Amy thought to herself, I can do this, it shouldn't be a difficulty. For safety's sake, she continued to read what the dress code said so she wouldn't make another mistake.

It said: In public, as little as possible, as much as necessary. No indecency, no shamelessness.

Room attire: Only one piece of clothing, at best a shawl. It should be ensured to always give easy accessibility to the master.

This should not be a problem either, Amy thought to herself. She would best undress completely.

The flight passed far too quickly. Somehow Amy had the feeling she would experience things she could not dream of. And besides, she didn't know the folder by heart yet.

*

On arriving at the hotel room, Amy immediately got rid of her clothes, went to the bathroom, and then assumed the punishment position. It was a sight to behold: Highheels, stockings, legs stretched, hands on ankles, upper body bent down. The blond long hair touched the floor, the ass plump and round, the cunt gaped wide open towards Edgar.

Edgar approached and addressed Amy, "That's a good girl, I'm going to punish you now for orgasming on the plane and I'm going to punish you for going to the bathroom without asking me."

Edgar pulled the belt out of his pants, took a step back and lashed out. The leather slapped Amy's ass, again and again. The belt left welts on the tender ass cheeks. Amy didn't dare to say a peep. She endured the pain.

Edgar let go of Amy after six strokes, stroked her ass very gently and moved on to stroking Amy's labia with his hand. He kneaded the fleshy, swollen lips, rubbing and slapping them. Edgar made sure that he hit the clit with every stroke. In between he kneaded at the clit, rubbed it and hit it again. He stuck his thumb into the now dripping wet gullet, massaged the clit from the inside and at the same time massaged the pearl from the outside with his index and middle finger.

Amy was overcome by a wave of horniness, which she had never felt before. She abandoned herself to her horniness. Suddenly, when Edgar pulled his thumb out of her cunt, a gush of lust shot out of her. Amy was not used to this. True, she was always quite wet. But that she could squirt, she did not know until just now.

"Yes! I knew you were going to be something special. You're going to cum for me exactly nine more times and then I'm going to fuck your ass!", Edgar ordered Amy.