Mastering Amanda by Susan Scott and Shannon West
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
He looked at her for what seemed like an eternity and then he spoke, in a husky
voice barely above a whisper. It was very intimate and very sexy.
“For the next month, you will address me only as Master or Sir.
That’s Sir with a capital S, by the way, and I want to hear that in your
tone. You will do my bidding
without question or any smart remarks. Is that
understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, strip.”
“I-uh-I’m new to this, you understand.”
He had started to turn away, but he stopped dead still and turned to look back at
her. “Did I do or say something
that gave you the impression that I cared how new you are, or that you
could speak to me without permission, little sub?”
“No.”
“No
Sir.”
He walked closer to her and put the tip of the riding crop under her
chin, tilting it up. “That’s one, by the way.”
“O-One? Sir?”
“One infraction. You’ll be disciplined
for them later.” He stepped up
closer to her and whispered in her ear.
She shivered as his hot breath hit her neck.
“Severely disciplined. Once you reach ten.”
“O-Oh. Okay.”
He huffed out an exasperated breath.
“I-I mean Sir...Master? …I mean…oh shoot!”
“That’s two, Pussy cat. Actually three, but I’m feeling generous.”
“Yes, Master.” Amanda felt a little stunned and off balance.
She was sure she was supposed to be doing something besides just standing
here, but she couldn’t remember what it was.
“Uh, Sir? Can I ask you something?” She realized she was wringing her hands and put
them behind her back.
“You just did. But go ahead. Get it all out.”
“Can you tell me what I’m supposed to be doing? I know you told me to do something,
but I’m so nervous. I’m
so sorry, Sir, really I am. But I-I forgot.”
She could have sworn she saw his lips twitch the tiniest bit, but if they did, it
was gone so fast, she must have hallucinated the whole thing.
He rocked back on his heels for a moment, then spoke so softly she had to
strain to hear his raspy whisper.
“I told you to strip.”
“Oh. Oh yes, Sir, but you mean everything?”
He tilted his head and simply stared at her.
She could see his eyes through the mask, and his lips, but nothing else
really. It was unnerving. “I guess you do mean everything, don’t
you? But…I’ve never done this before, you know.”
“Yes, I believe we’ve covered that. Several times.”
Well I just thought I could maybe leave my bra and panties on--since it’s my first
time and all…”
“If you’re serious about becoming a sub,
then strip. If not, use your safe
word and leave. Don’t waste my time.”
“Yes, Sir. I am serious, Sir.” Quickly, Amanda untied her dress and
slipped it off her shoulders, leaving her standing in front of him wearing only
her underwear and stockings. She
glanced up at him to see him watching her impassively.
He gestured at her bra and panties with his riding crop.
“Problem?"
“No Sir.” She took a deep breath and
pulled off her bra. Without looking up, she slipped off her stockings one leg at
a time and then with one last deep breath, she slipped her panties off and
stepped out of them. She looked up
to see him sternly watching her, seeming almost bored.
She bent to scoop up her clothing and held it in front of her, looking up
at him in confusion.
He cast his eyes to the ceiling and sighed.
“Over on the chair,” he said tersely.
She almost ran over to the chair, deposited her clothes and scooted back over to
stand in front of him. Not sure
where to put her hands, she fluttered them in front of her for a moment before
thrusting them behind her back.
“Hands above your head.”
Amanda put her hands over her head, looking up at the ceiling—she thought she
remembered seeing cuffs hanging from a bar above her head when she entered the
room. Sure enough, they were right
above her—black leather cuffs.
“Slip your wrists into the cuffs and hold on.
Don’t take your hands out of them without
permission.”
She quickly did as he asked and jumped as she heard his voice right behind her
head. “Feet apart. Wider.”
She pushed her feet apart and stood with her hands suspended above her head, ready
for his inspection. He walked
slowly around her, reaching out with the crop now and then to lift a breast or
trail the crop slowly down her spine to the cleft between her ass cheeks. Her
face burned with embarrassment, but he left her no place to hide.
She felt him pry open the cheeks of her ass, and run a finger slowly down
past her tightly puckered hole. Shuddering, she whispered, “Please,” and felt
the sting of the riding crop across the small of her back. She flinched at the
sting and fought the tears that threatened to spring to her eyes.
He walked around in front of her and put the crop between her legs, pulling it
slowly back and forth in a sawing motion.
If the cuffs hadn’t been holding her up, she might have sagged to the
floor. She could feel the hot
juices of her pussy begin to seep down between her legs.
Oh God, the crop would be wet when he pulled it away. He would know how
turned on she was and use it against her.
He did pull the crop away and looked down at it with satisfaction. He
brought it up slowly to his lips and licked it. Amanda felt the moan leave her lips,
but she couldn’t stop it. He looked up in her eyes and brought the
riding crop down sharply on her mound, making her cry out in pain and
shock.
“What are your safe words, girl?”
“Red to stop and pink to slow down, Sir.”
“Want to use them?”
“N-No Sir.”
“Good girl.”
voice barely above a whisper. It was very intimate and very sexy.
“For the next month, you will address me only as Master or Sir.
That’s Sir with a capital S, by the way, and I want to hear that in your
tone. You will do my bidding
without question or any smart remarks. Is that
understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, strip.”
“I-uh-I’m new to this, you understand.”
He had started to turn away, but he stopped dead still and turned to look back at
her. “Did I do or say something
that gave you the impression that I cared how new you are, or that you
could speak to me without permission, little sub?”
“No.”
“No
Sir.”
He walked closer to her and put the tip of the riding crop under her
chin, tilting it up. “That’s one, by the way.”
“O-One? Sir?”
“One infraction. You’ll be disciplined
for them later.” He stepped up
closer to her and whispered in her ear.
She shivered as his hot breath hit her neck.
“Severely disciplined. Once you reach ten.”
“O-Oh. Okay.”
He huffed out an exasperated breath.
“I-I mean Sir...Master? …I mean…oh shoot!”
“That’s two, Pussy cat. Actually three, but I’m feeling generous.”
“Yes, Master.” Amanda felt a little stunned and off balance.
She was sure she was supposed to be doing something besides just standing
here, but she couldn’t remember what it was.
“Uh, Sir? Can I ask you something?” She realized she was wringing her hands and put
them behind her back.
“You just did. But go ahead. Get it all out.”
“Can you tell me what I’m supposed to be doing? I know you told me to do something,
but I’m so nervous. I’m
so sorry, Sir, really I am. But I-I forgot.”
She could have sworn she saw his lips twitch the tiniest bit, but if they did, it
was gone so fast, she must have hallucinated the whole thing.
He rocked back on his heels for a moment, then spoke so softly she had to
strain to hear his raspy whisper.
“I told you to strip.”
“Oh. Oh yes, Sir, but you mean everything?”
He tilted his head and simply stared at her.
She could see his eyes through the mask, and his lips, but nothing else
really. It was unnerving. “I guess you do mean everything, don’t
you? But…I’ve never done this before, you know.”
“Yes, I believe we’ve covered that. Several times.”
Well I just thought I could maybe leave my bra and panties on--since it’s my first
time and all…”
“If you’re serious about becoming a sub,
then strip. If not, use your safe
word and leave. Don’t waste my time.”
“Yes, Sir. I am serious, Sir.” Quickly, Amanda untied her dress and
slipped it off her shoulders, leaving her standing in front of him wearing only
her underwear and stockings. She
glanced up at him to see him watching her impassively.
He gestured at her bra and panties with his riding crop.
“Problem?"
“No Sir.” She took a deep breath and
pulled off her bra. Without looking up, she slipped off her stockings one leg at
a time and then with one last deep breath, she slipped her panties off and
stepped out of them. She looked up
to see him sternly watching her, seeming almost bored.
She bent to scoop up her clothing and held it in front of her, looking up
at him in confusion.
He cast his eyes to the ceiling and sighed.
“Over on the chair,” he said tersely.
She almost ran over to the chair, deposited her clothes and scooted back over to
stand in front of him. Not sure
where to put her hands, she fluttered them in front of her for a moment before
thrusting them behind her back.
“Hands above your head.”
Amanda put her hands over her head, looking up at the ceiling—she thought she
remembered seeing cuffs hanging from a bar above her head when she entered the
room. Sure enough, they were right
above her—black leather cuffs.
“Slip your wrists into the cuffs and hold on.
Don’t take your hands out of them without
permission.”
She quickly did as he asked and jumped as she heard his voice right behind her
head. “Feet apart. Wider.”
She pushed her feet apart and stood with her hands suspended above her head, ready
for his inspection. He walked
slowly around her, reaching out with the crop now and then to lift a breast or
trail the crop slowly down her spine to the cleft between her ass cheeks. Her
face burned with embarrassment, but he left her no place to hide.
She felt him pry open the cheeks of her ass, and run a finger slowly down
past her tightly puckered hole. Shuddering, she whispered, “Please,” and felt
the sting of the riding crop across the small of her back. She flinched at the
sting and fought the tears that threatened to spring to her eyes.
He walked around in front of her and put the crop between her legs, pulling it
slowly back and forth in a sawing motion.
If the cuffs hadn’t been holding her up, she might have sagged to the
floor. She could feel the hot
juices of her pussy begin to seep down between her legs.
Oh God, the crop would be wet when he pulled it away. He would know how
turned on she was and use it against her.
He did pull the crop away and looked down at it with satisfaction. He
brought it up slowly to his lips and licked it. Amanda felt the moan leave her lips,
but she couldn’t stop it. He looked up in her eyes and brought the
riding crop down sharply on her mound, making her cry out in pain and
shock.
“What are your safe words, girl?”
“Red to stop and pink to slow down, Sir.”
“Want to use them?”
“N-No Sir.”
“Good girl.”