Double Domination: A FemDom Tale (Amy's Bitch Book 3)
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Double Domination: A FemDom Tale (Amy's Bitch Book 3)
Amy has introduced her best friend to female domination. Turns out, she's a natural. And her husband is happy to serve two beautiful women too.
But Amy loves to push his boundaries. Will she go too far this time? Can he take being humiliated by two strict mistresses? Only time will tell...
“Mistress Britney?†I called. “Can I assist you with anything?â€
“Fuck. Yes. Come in,†Britney said in an exasperated voice. I pushed the door open and stepped into the brightly lit room. Britney stood beside the spare bed, totally naked. I tried not to stare. I hadn’t been with another woman besides Amy in ten years. The only pussy I saw was hers or ones on a screen. But now here was an unfamiliar vagina, right in front of me, crowned with a small triangle of coarse black hair. I knew she wasn’t a natural blond. Her breasts were large and full, though not as big as my wife’s. She stood with her hands on her narrow waist, her voluptuous body on full display. I averted my eyes.
“I’m glad you’re here,†Britney said. “This shit is hard to put on. Here, we’ll start with these stockings.†She handed me a tangle of fabric and took a seat on the edge of the bed. I fumbled with the pantyhose. They were black fishnets. As Britney extended a foot, I slid the wide mesh up her smooth legs. She began to talk.
“Did you like that, earlier, kissing my foot?†she said quietly. “I did. I’ve known you a long time, but I had no idea what a little slut you were. Now I kinda see what Amy sees in you.â€
“Thank you, Mistress,†I said as I gently lifted her other foot and began to slide the stockings on.
“Mistress Britney,†she smiled down at me. “I wasn’t joking, I really do like the sound of that. I’m starting to think I could use a slave of my own.â€
“Yes Mistress Britney,†I said as I pulled the stockings up, the fabric snagging on the fleshy cheeks of her ass. She lifted her butt off the mattress, and I pulled the pantyhose up to her waist. Her pussy was visible through the mesh of the stockings.
“I wouldn’t marry him, though,†she went on. “I wouldn’t want a little bitch like you for a husband. But I could have someone to clean my house, do my laundry, give me some good head a couple of times a week. Stuff like that.â€
“Yes Mistress Britney,†I said. I could smell her pussy, so strange, yet familiar now from the time I had spent hand-washing her thong. Involuntarily, I licked my lips.
“Amy told me that pussy controls you. How did she put it? We have the pussy, so we make the rules?â€
“Yes Mistress Britney.â€
“You’d love to kiss my pussy, wouldn’t you?â€
“Yes Mistress Britney.â€
“Then do it. Get your tongue through these fishnets and make me cum. I need an orgasm after watching Amy dominate you all day.â€
“But - my wife -†I hesitated. I had never dreamed of cheating on Amy.
“Your wife ordered you to obey me,†Britney said quietly. “And I want to cum on your face. Do you want me to tell her that you disobeyed my orders?†Her scent filled the room. After a moment’s hesitation, I dived in. Britney moaned as I licked and sucked, her fishnet-clad thighs wrapped around my head.
“Oh, Amy was right,†she breathed. “You are good at this.†Her taste was very different to my wife’s, but not unpleasant. It was a thrill to have my face buried in an unfamiliar pussy, to worship a woman other than my wife. My cock stood tall, useless and ignored.
With Britney’s muscular thighs clamped around my ears, I didn’t hear the clicking of Amy’s heels on the floor until she was in the room with us. I tried to turn, but Britney held me in place with her legs, her hand grabbing a fistful of my hair to further immobilize me.
“No wonder you’re taking so long,†Amy chuckled.
“Couldn’t help it,†Britney gasped, rubbing her slick pussy against my face. “All this slave stuff. I had to try him out.†Amy laughed again. I felt her hand on my wrist. I had my hands on Britney’s thighs, but Amy gently, irresistibly drew them behind me. The click of the handcuffs made my cock bob e