The Local Girl Ch. 03 – BDSM – Free Sex Story

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Dear Readers,

Thank you for the comments on the preceding chapters and the private messages. I appreciate it a lot.

Please notice this story (this chapter in particular) contains very graphically written (consensual) acts of BDSM, female humiliation, lesbian domination, male domination, embarrassment, rough Sex, caning, etc. If such subjects might offend you, please consider not reading any further.

If you detect an elementary mistake or a plot slip, please let me know. Thank you in advance.

I hope you’ll enjoy reading the story as I enjoyed writing it.

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— Alter Ego —

Styling her hair, applying makeup, fitting outfits, and choosing high heels were activities Amber just loved. Earlier, when she had prepared herself for a boyfriend to go out with, she always felt a little thrilled. She used to choose her most beautiful lingerie, even if hardly any of her boyfriends ever got a chance to see it. It didn’t matter. She had done it for herself anyway. However, dolling herself up always had a nice effect on her. It made Amber a little excited and a little wet.

Now, turning around the building corner, Amber realized that preparing herself for Amy made her not only a little wet. She had become all tingly with excitement, and her Pussy didn’t stop to moisten.

Full of anticipation, she headed to her car. The arousal made it quite problematic, but she tried to collect herself and appear as confident as she used to be when flaunting her two thousand-dollar outfits.

The spiked heels of her strapped sandals clicked on the sidewalk, attracting the attention of two men who talked to each other standing by a car. Ignoring their leering, Amber passed by.

Needless to say, she was aware of how much of her round bottom was exposed and felt the stares. Her perfect apple-shaped bottom had ever been her asset! The elastic fabric that cut deep between her buttocks now, wrapping her round Ass cheeks like a second skin, left nothing for imagination.

Despite that, she continued her walk with as much grace as she could muster, ignoring the material cutting deeper and deeper into her wet cunt, and her big natural tits bounced with each step. A few weeks ago, she would have died of shame just thinking about exhibiting herself so shamelessly. Now she was walking without panties underneath, conscious that everyone who cared to look would notice it.

And there was also the top. The blonde recognized that the white t-shirt she had chosen was a little too tight. Sure, her nipples had been noticeable underneath as she admired herself in the mirror, but she put a jeans jacket over it, right? Yet, the small chain connected to the pins on her nipples swayed, tugging on them again and yet again. The tiny impulses made her nipples perk up and poke through the white elastic cotton. And the jeans jacket turned out too tight to hide anything of her wobbling breasts. Walking down the pavement, swaying her cute Ass from side to side, made her feel like a hooker. What was worse, it aroused her!

Before Amber reached the door of her Mini Cooper, two women jogged towards her. One of them was Amber’s age, the other in her thirties. Both wore sports outfits and seemed exhausted and sweating. They chatted and laughed unless they noticed her on their way.

The women measured her from top to bottom with their eyes lingering on her breasts and her outlined outer labia. With a mix of disbelief and amusement in their gazes, they ran ahead. Amber heard them giggling behind her back. The blonde’s face turned crimson, but the humiliating moment made her clit throb with a new unknown thrill.

Finally, Amber felt relieved as she got into her car and took place behind the wheel. Her body didn’t feel relaxed, though. She let her hand slide down between her legs and stroked her clit slightly over the fabric. It felt so good. She could make herself instantly cum! But she couldn’t allow herself to be caught in the neighborhood. And somehow, she knew Amy wanted to have her aroused when they met. Instead, Amber took a deep breath and started the engine.

Loud music blared out of her car’s speakers while Amber parked her Mini at the curb twenty minutes later. Trying to choose the best moment to sneak into the shop, she looked around. But the streets were still pretty busy.

Gaining as much self-confidence as she could gather, she got out of the car, locked the doors, and crossed the street. A car horn sounded, and she heard a few catcalls. Ignoring them, she headed to the shop.

As she reached the sidewalk on the other side, two guys crossed her way. Both had tanktops on, showing off their gym muscles. One of them was black, the other white. Both were in their twenties. Amber didn’t like men looking too bulky, but those guys were quite Hot. Even the black one. Her own feelings were surprising her at that point. She had never had anything with a black guy. Black guys just weren’t her type, she had always thought. Since meeting Amy, that too seemed to have changed, though. Or was her Pussy thinking for her already? She felt confused.

“Looking really Hot, baby!” called the black guy.

“Yeah! And I Love your Ass, sweetheart!” said the other.

Amber ignored their comments and went in the opposite direction. Still, she couldn’t avoid her inner slut, picturing what a threesome would be like. She knew it only from Porn movies, but the idea was very exciting to her. Sex with two or even three men, filling her holes… A thrill ran down her spine. Lost in her thoughts, she nearly ran over an elderly woman.

“Watch your step, floosie!” shrieked the old female.

Trying to overlook the turning heads, Amber continued her walk, unwittingly making her hips sway while tottering on her heels. Her tits wobbled shamelessly in front of her and attracted even more leering looks from men and disapproving stares from women.

Finally, she reached the shop and stopped at its door. She had her first walk of shame behind her, she thought and guessed, it wasn’t the last one. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, Love, excitement, and, not at least, fear as she put her hand on the doorknob.

After entering the airconditioned room and closing the door behind her, she headed directly for the checkout counter. However, she noticed Amy stocking items on a shelf in the next room. Amy wore a black t-shirt as often and a black, flared leather mini skirt. Her dark hair was bound into a sporty ponytail, and her face was only slightly painted. Amy didn’t need much makeup. Her dark bronze skin was just too flawless. Only her eyes and lashes had been done, making her green cat eyes look bigger.

What made Amber’s Pussy twitch was indeed the sight of her perfect legs. And even with simple slippers on her feet, Amy’s slender, long model legs looked to die for.

Excited as she felt, Amber could barely speak. And as she did, her voice sounded unusually high.

“Hello, Miss,” she said.

“Hello, pet!” answered Amy, turning and facing Amber, piercing her with her hypnotizing eyes.

Several people were in the Sex shop, as far as Amber could see and hear. She noticed some muffled conversations. Being addressed as ‘pet’ by Amy sent a shiver down her spine because someone could have heard it.

The expectation in Amy’s gaze was evident. Amber needed a second but then got the clue. She stepped up and placed a soft kiss on Amy’s cheek. To smell the scent of black beauty’s perfume again made her dizzy. The girl’s presence alone made her mind swirl. She wished she could tell her how much she loved and desired her. But she was delighted just to have Amy’s attention.

“I Love you, Miss,” she whispered, suppressing her emotions.

“You smell lovely, pet. And your lips are so soft,” Amy purred. “But I want to savor the moment a little more in the future. Please do it again, but this time I want you to make it as it follows,” she explained to Amber what she supposed her to do. Standing with straight knees, Amber would lean forward as much as possible, ensuring her breasts were put out and her shoulders pulled back. While doing it, she would keep her arms down at the sides of her body. Although she would hold the forearms bent in the elbows and hold them above her waist. Then, she would close her eyes, tilt her head back, and pucker up her bright pink lips.

She flushed with embarrassment picturing herself at that moment, but she did it, as expected, and kissed her Mistress the way she wished.

“I Love you, Miss,” Amber whispered again.

“Good girl!” Amy praised her as she was an obedient puppy, and this association made Amber blush. Nonetheless, she felt proud to have met her Mistress’ expectations. And it made her clit tingle. “I call it a little princess kiss,” she explained. “Now spin a little for me. I want to see you from all sides,” demanded Amy.

Feeling like a puppet, Amber turned slowly around in a circle.

“Wow!” said Amy, apparently delighted. “You look like a perfect little slut. I Love it! And imagining you parading yourself like this on the street… I’m proud of you, pet! But, how’d it make you feel?” Asked the exotic beauty.

“Embarrassing,” answered Amber. “I mean, it was embarrassing, Miss,” she corrected herself.

“But it made something more with you, didn’t it? I saw it in your eyes as you came in. And I can still see it, pet,” said Amy with an alluring voice and meant Amber’s dilated pupils. “Did it make your slutty cunt wet?”

Amber nodded. “Yes, Miss,” she whispered.

“Tell me,” demanded Amy softly, “I want you to tell me your feelings. It will help me understand your needs better,” she added, looking into her prey’s eyes.

Amber noticed how her heart began to flutter. But once more, she loved the way her Mistress looked at her.

The blonde responded with a trembling voice with shame and arousal, almost whispering. “I felt like a total slut, Miss. My… my Vagina…”

“Your cunt, pet. Sluts have cunts,” Amy corrected her.

“My… cunt Miss… was on display, and my brea… my tits… Everything.”

Recalling the moments and talking about them made the blonde breath faster.

“I Love when you feel embarrassed because I know how wet you get on it. Well, it’s something we both want,” Amy stated, looking inter Amber’s eyes and tenderly stroking her cheek. Her face was close to Amber’s. “And I Love the humiliation in your eyes, you know that?” But the magic moment went over, and Amy pulled her hand back. “Now, come with me. You have to tell me everything about the beauty shop!” Saing this, Amy grasped her hand and led her into a room behind the counter.

Actually, it was a small office. One could expect an office in such a shop to be obscene, but it wasn’t. It was nicely furnished and clean. There was a computer desktop with a monitor on it, an office chair, two additional chairs, and a closet. The upper half of the door was glazed so that one could watch the hustle and bustle in the shop.

Amy offered Amber a glass of water and poured one for herself too.

Sitting against Amy, Amber told her what had happened in the beauty shop. She described everything blushing furiously every now and then while trying to be as detailed as possible in her description. Of course, her Mistress had asked her not to leave out a single detail, making it especially shameful for the blonde. Unfortunately, a customer appeared occasionally at the checkout, and Amber had to wait until Amy’s return.

Nevertheless, Amy was a good listener and excellent observer, and Amber’s unconscious tugging on her bra didn’t escape her notice. She was curious how the blonde’s big tits looked in the meantime.

“Well, I’m confident that you would make a good pornstar,” laughed Amy at the blonde as she ended her story. “Blonde hair, beautiful face with pouty lips just made for cock sucking. And these big titties, and bubble Ass. Perfect qualifications, I think.”

Amber knew Amy wanted to mock and embarrass her. Of course, she would never be a pornstar. Nonetheless, she couldn’t resist Amy’s voice and her playing, piercing eyes.

“I think it’s a stereotype,” Amber responded, ashamed. “Not only blondes are sluts or pornstars,” she added. Although, even in her ears, the argument appeared weakly.

“Of course not!” laughed Amy at her, “but you are a perfect cliche of a blonde slutty bimbo,” she continued, provoking her prey a little.

Amy’s remarks deeply insulted and humiliated her. Amber searched for the right words to return in her head but didn’t find any. And the shop girl didn’t let her a chance to do it anymore.

While Amber pouted a little, Amy pulled the slipper off her naked feet, stretched out her right, slim leg, and pushed her feet slowly between Amber’s slightly parted thighs, pressing it between her cunt and the leather of the seat.

Sitting with her back to the glazed door, Amber felt quite safe behind the large backrest of the office chair. Amy’s spontaneous activity, however, made her panic at first. But then, the pressure of her Mistress’ foot arch on her clit let her mental discomfort fade out quickly.

The mocks and insults disappeared immediately, and heat spread through Amber’s body, making her moan quietly with pleasure. Seeing Amy’s white panties peeking between her legs increased Amber’s desire.

Amy watched the blonde slut’s facial expression and read it like an opened book.

“I’m showing you my panties. Show me your tits, slut!” the exotic beauty demanded, seeing how behind Amber’s semi-closed eyes lurked a pure lust.

Filled with wild craving, the petite blonde straightened up on the seat and arched her back, slightly tilting forward. Then she pulled the t-shirt over her tits. She kept her pelvis moving back and forth without even realizing it, grinding her cunt on Amy’s foot, parting her thighs as far as the armrests allowed.

Amber’s bound, tortured tits had become blue in the meantime and appeared obscenely swollen and large to Amy. And Amy loved the sight. The constant rocking on the seat made Amber’s big boobs bounce, and the chain between them sway. But not only did the Sex-shop girl get aroused by what she saw. The sight of the bouncing, blue globes obviously turned also Amber herself, which didn’t escape Amy’s attention.

“You Love to show off your big tits, don’t you, you big-titted slut?” Amy mocked Amber again.

Amber looked down at her tortured boobs. The bouncing and the clamps on her nipples made this spectacle not only humiliating but also painful. But together with the derogatory words coming out of Amy’s mouth, the moment became very humiliating. Exact what Amber needed to cum. Her climax approached now fast!

“Look at me, slut!” ordered Amy, intently watching Amber humping her leg.

With a half-conscious stare and flushed face, Amber watched back. Amy had noticed that Amber kept her mouth constantly wide open whenever aroused. And what she especially liked was when the blonde lolled her tongue out, every now and then flicking over her lips.

In the meantime, Amber was humping her foot, losing apparently control, consumed by her urge.

“Stop it!” barked Amy a little louder now and tried to pull her leg back, but Amber succumbed to her needs, grabbed Amy’s calf with her hands, and kept the girl’s foot in place while humping the foot arch. Amber’s facial expression became vapid, and Amy’s orders had no effect on her.

Seeing the blonde being about to cum, Amy yanked her leg back, leaned quickly forward, and slapped Amber’s face!

“Stop it, you big-titted idiot!” she hissed, but Amber couldn’t help it anymore.

The humiliation, derogatory words, and the slap on her face fulfilled the rest. With an expression twisted with pleasure and half-closed eyes, the blonde started to spasm, with her mouth open. She was moaning while her body jerked multiple times. Then the wet patch between her legs became instantly bigger, spreading over the inner sides of her leggings-clad thighs as she came, having an insane Orgasm.

A gay couple drew Amy’s attention at that moment. The guys waited already in front of the checkout and grinned. They had most likely heard Amber’s moaning, she thought.

Sliding her foot into the sleeper, Amy noticed how disgusting slippery her foot had become and rushed to the counter. Amy felt her face burning and guessed the couple in front of her must have seen it. However, none of the two kindly said anything.

While she packed and collected the toys into a plastic bag, she wondered if she didn’t overreact with Amber. On the other hand, her freshly awakened, sadistic urge to dominate the blonde slut, wanted to be discovered. And Amy tried to push Amber’s boundaries while curious how far she would get. Still recovering the just past moments in her head, she wa√≥ndered how wet she had become.

As the customers left, she went through the store, looked into every room, and discovered satisfied she was alone with Amber. She decided to cover up her insecurities and show her self-confidence.

Amber had barely collected herself from the literally mind-blowing climax. Her thighs were still trembling with just undergone emotions. Touching her left cheek, she still felt Amy’s fingers on it. Alone recalling the degrading slap on her face made her cunt clench with arousal.

Her mother used to slap her occasionally, too, and Amber remembered which depraved feelings such punishments evoked. Did she always crave humiliation? She asked herself.

Yet, she felt filthy, watching at her blue breasts and the drenched leggings. She had behaved so lewdly! She thought.

Suddenly, Amy appeared, interrupting her thoughts, and sat back in the seat against her. Slowly raising her gaze, Amber looked into the exotic beauty’s green eyes.

“There is something that became clear to me today, Amber, and I think we need to talk about,” Amy began confidently, with a stern look and pretending to be angry.

“I’m sorry, Miss, I–” she began to apologize, but Amy cut her off.

“Don’t interrupt me. And first of all, take off your bra first. Your tits need some rest,” demanded Amy.

Ashamed, with her breasts still on display, Amber followed the command. She removed the clamps from her nipples, and a sharp pain made her gasp. Then, with some effort, she also took the bra off. The skin on her breasts began to tingle as she pulled her white t-shirt back down to cover her swollen boobs.

“Okay, now,” began Amy again. “After you degraded yourself just to achieve an Orgasm, what wasn’t a very posh girl like, I decided to set up some new rules.” She looked into Amber’s shame flushed face and continued. “You were raised to be a respectable girl. At least, that’s what I think your mother intended to. Am I right?” Amy deliberately called the blonde a girl and not a woman. Her intention was to make Amber feel like she wasn’t mature yet. It suited her long-term plan.

“Yes, Miss,” answered Amber feeling even more disgusted.

“And to be honest,” Amy gave Amber a slight smile. “I really like your arrogant attitude. At times, you may appear like a stuck-up little bitch, but I like it. At least at college,” she added. “So, I want you to be all Amber when on campus. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss,” answered Amber, smiling back. She knew she was petulant or just bitchy at times, but obviously, some people liked it, she thought and smiled.

“And there is the other side of you. Your inner slut, which craves humiliation,” Amy paused and looked into Amber’s eyes. “But as you see, being a lewd slut contradicts the image of a posh, respectable girl. Am I right?” Amber nodded slightly, excited watching Amy’s lips. She was feeling small butterflies begin to flutter. “I see myself kind of responsible for you now because I encourage the slutty side of yours. So… what does it mean?” Amy went on with talking. “That means on one side that I will watch your behavior as well as your academic achievements. When I find out that you didn’t behave like a good girl should, you will get a severe and – or humiliating punishment from me. Do you understand, young lady?”

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