Amy in Charge

Amy took a deep breath, feeling briefly dizzy as she settled on her idea. Her chest constricted, knowing that it was a cruel one, but the gaze of Henry and the camera reminded her that she could choose nothing else. She hoped that Elana would be up for it. That she would be able to take it. Amy forced away her doubts, banished her fears, and let herself fall into the role of the character.

"You know," she said, "your little bud there looks pretty tired. I bet that it's right at its limit, huh?"

"My bud?" Elana blinked, and then a look of realisation came over her pale face. "M-my clit? What're you gonna do to that? I can't, I won't....just stop it already!"

"Not going to happen." Amy said, pressing forwards. "I have those pictures, don't forget that. With only one push of a button, I could ruin your life."

"You already are!" Elana snapped, her voice trembling as she played her role. "What you're doing...I'm not like this... I'm not a lesbian!"

"I don't care." Amy said, she reached over, her hand closing around Elana's throat. Her lover's skin felt warm to the touch, and Elana rose, Amy using her hand to guide her so that they were face to face. She drew the other woman close, so close she could feel the heat of Elana's body. For what seemed a small eternity, nothing happened. Elana looked defiant, angry, desperate. Amy felt her stomach churn, she feared that she had gone too far, but she couldn't take it back now.

"This is how it is." She said. "This is how it's going to be for as long as I say, Elana. You're not a lesbian? Well, tough because you're my sex slave now and I'm a chick. You think you have the right to refuse me? You think you have the right to deny me anything?"

Elana flinched as Amy's hand closed around her nipple, it was warm and stiff, aroused by the contact. Amy felt fire flowing in her gut, arousal building, lust making her bolder and bolder.

"This is mine." She said, and twisted the nipple a little bit, Elana flinched visibly, gasping in surprise.

"And this."

She twisted the other breast, and Elana once more went pale, but Amy was caught up in the moment, her hand closing around Elana's womanhood, her fingers trailing through her folds. Elana felt Amy's fingers close around her hooded clitoris, her eyes widened, and she shook her head, but it was too late, and Amy twisted, just enough to make her flinch, a whip-crack of pain shot through her lower body. She cried out.

"And this as well." Amy murmured. "And if you don't do what I say, I'll punish them all. I see you have piercings like the whore you are. Well, we can use those, can't we? Now what are you, Elana?"

"I..." Elana stuttered, her face pale. "I'm a slave....I'm your slave..."

"What sort of slave?"

Amy's hand gently started to stroke Elana's pussy, employing long, slow gliding touches that made her sensitive skin recoil. Elana gasped, but tried to ignore it, her face stained red with humiliation as she answered.

"I'm your sex slave!"

"And I can punish you however I want?"

"Y-yes!" Elana cried, jumping as Amy's fingers teased her clitoris again for a moment. Then, suddenly, Amy drew her into a deep kiss, pressing her body into the other woman's. Elana's body felt hot, her nipples prickled Amy as they pressed against her skin. But she didn't care. She drew Elana in close, and kissed her deeply, as if trying to transmit what she really felt. Trying to assure her that this was all still just an act, trying to prepare her for what was coming. Elana responded, returning the kiss hungrily. She was enthusiastic, warm, and though she could not say it, her actions did all the talking for her. It was all right. She understood. Amy had never before felt so deeply connected to her girlfriend. Never felt like they could understand one another on such an easy and yet intimate level.

Then, they broke apart, and the moment was over.

"Good." Amy said, "then it's time that I started to punish you as you so clearly need."

"M-mistress..." Elana said, the word was hesitant, but sensual, as if she was feeling it out even as she said it. The sound of it made Amy's spine tingle, her body flushed. "How are you going to punish me?"

"Well, let's see...." Amy's heart beat fast as she pretended to consider it. Elana didn't know that she had already made up her mind. She paced back and forth for the camera, the hot lights of the studio making her skin burn.

"Let's start with the basics." Amy said, turning to Elana. "Stand with your legs as wide apart as you can."

Elanse rose to her feet, spreading her legs and standing with her thighs apart. Her skin was pale and glistening, in this stance, her pussy was exposed, totally bare. Her folds were engorged still, leaking fluid. It took Amy's breath away, and made her own womanhood squirm with delight.

"Good." She said. "You're getting the hang of this slave thing. Now, I see that your nipples and clitoris are pierced. Did you do it on a bet?"

"N-No..." Elana said.

"Are you sure? Remember, if you lie, you're going to be punished."

"I didn't!" Elana protested. "It was...um, my girlfriend gave them to me..."

She blushed as she admitted it. Amy could feel the rising heat across her own face as well. After all, that girlfriend had been her! But this was part of what they had decided to do, or so she told herself at least. She had to admit, some deep, dark part of her was excited now.

"Your girlfriend?" Amy pressed. "I thought you said you weren't gay?"

"I...I'm bi, miss." Elana stuttered. "I like both guys and girls..."

"And your girlfriend pierced your pussy and your breasts? Did it hurt?"

"No...she's good at her job..."

Actually, Amy knew now that Elana had used the rulebook to make it so she healed quickly, and reduced the pain from the piercings. Those rules she had never bothered to remove, even to this day.

"And what did you do after that?"

Elana flushed, hyper aware of the camera recording her every word.

"She ate me out...." She whispered, mortified by the words she was speaking. "And I did the same for her..."

"I see, I see...." Amy said, walking forwards again, trying to appear powerful, dominant. Elana's eyes followed her, a hint of colour on her face. When she was close, Amy reached out, hooking one of her fingers around the nipple ring that Elana wore on her right breast. The other woman finches slightly, but didn't resist as Amy tugged on it gently. After a moment, she released the ring, her hand moving slowly lower. Elana followed it with her eyes, Amy's heart was racing. Her fingers gently skimmed against the smooth skin of Elana's thighs, making the other woman draw in a sudden breath.

Amy's fingers closed around the clit ring that Elana was forced to wear. It was wet, but that didn't stop the other woman from gripping it firmly. She felt Elana's lower body tremble, whether in desire or helplessness, neither of them knew.

Suddenly, she tugged. It wasn't with a lot of strength, it wasn't very rough. But it was still one of the most sensitive spots in Elana's whole body. Elana blanched as the sensation ripped through her, her lower body nearly buckled, she gasped, the sound tearing free of her lungs.

"M-mistress!" Elana cried, her knees shaking.

"Let me see..." Amy said, ignoring her for a moment. "You've just had some action yourself, so I am sure that this is plenty sensitive, right?"

She tugged again, insistently. Elana moaned sharply, her whole body shaking, her clitoris becoming more visible, her hands curled into fists. Elana pressed her eyes tightly closed, as if trying to deny the feeling, but it was impossible.

"O-ohh." Elana moaned, the sound escaping from tightly parsed lips. It made Amy's spine shiver with delight.

Amy was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as she gazed at her lover. Elana trembled, her body felt warm, her skin was flushed. She was breathing quickly, short, sharp breaths marking her own inhalations.

"Ah....ha..." Elana gasped, her legs were trembling, her body glinted with sweat. Amy could feel her arousal, radiating from her like a haze. The sight was intoxicating. The feel of the metal of the clit ring in her fingers made her feel strong, in-control, powerful. Even the idea that she was also a slave at the moment, a toy for someone else, did not factor into her thinking. it was as though the world had narrowed down simply to Elana and Amy. She felt her heart beating, her blood pumping, a sense of intimacy had descended upon them both.

"M-mistress..." Elana gasped. "Please, my legs are going numb! I can't stand like this for much longer..."

She was right. Amy could see that she was trembling, her calves nearly collapsed. The overpowering feeling of stimulation was overwhelming her body.

"Maybe I could let you go...." Amy teased her, the words were soft and yet sharp, they had an edge of viciousness that made her shiver. "I could let you sit down if you pleased me."

"Y-yes!" Elana gasped. "Please! Anything!"

"Hmmm." As she pretended to think, Amy gently turned and twisted the ring. Elana groaned, flinching slightly at each motion in a way that made Amy's heart race. She could feel her own pussy throbbing, demanding more attention. She felt hot and wet, her thighs moist with desire.

Fuck it, it was time to end this.

Amy released her hold on the ring, and Elana sagged to her knees, her face flushed with relief. Her legs folded under her, so she was sitting with them out behind her body.