## Archive-name: amys_shame1

From: Ginny <virgphil@erols.com>

Subject: STORY: Amy's Shame (F/F, bon, hum, piercing) (1/4)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

**************************** This story was requested by Amy, who wants to do something but lacks the courage to it until coerced. IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF FEMALE NUDITY, BONDAGE, LESBIANISM, DOMINATION AND HUMILIATION THAT WILL OFFEND MANY READERS AND IS FOR ADULTS OVER THE AGE OF 21 ONLY! **************************** AMY'S SHAME (1/4) - A Story by Ginny and Amy "That's it! Now I've got that bitch!" Jamie slammed shut the folder she was holding and reached for the phone on her desk. She dialed her boss's three digit intercom number and when a man answered, she asked for an appointment. "Three o'clock?" he asked. Jamie smiled that superior smile that made everyone hate her as she answered, "Thanks. I'll see you then."

For more than a year, Jamie had been seething about the way Amy, or "Miss Goody Two-Shoes" as Jamie disdainfully referred to her behind her back, had made a success of her career while ingratiating herself with their boss, Tom Phillips. Now, Jamie's persistence in stalking Amy had paid off. The folder on her desk contained all the evidence she needed to get Amy tossed out of the Exchange on her "bony ass." The evidence had come from a friend of Jamie's at the SEC who had found the missing piece of evidence that Amy had given "inside information" to her father to use playing the market.

Now that she had the proof, Jamie was going to her boss and permanently remove Amy's annoying presence from her life forever. She met her mother Barbara for lunch and told her how she planned to use the file to destroy Amy's budding career. Barbara was silent throughout the meal, but when they kissed as they parted, Barbara whispered, "If you get rid of her, how do you know her replacement won't be worse? Why not use what you have to ensure she doesn't just stop annoying you, but gives you pleasure and even a little entertainment as well. The information you have is enough to keep her in her place so to speak."

On her way back to the office, Jamie thought about her mother's advice. Barbara had proved her wisdom as a mentor in many varied ways and Jamie trusted her advice. By the time she got back to her desk, she'd made up her mind! Since it was a Friday, she called her boss and rescheduled their meeting for Monday morning. Then she called Amy's secretary and made an appointment to see her rival as close to quitting time as possible. All afternoon, Jamie prepared herself for their meeting. She wanted it to sound just right when she delivered her ultimatum.

At four o'clock, Jamie appeared at Amy's door. The tall, slender Amy rose from her desk to meet Jamie halfway into her office. "My secretary said you wanted to see me. What's it about, Jamie? I'm pretty busy right now. I've got several deadlines coming due." Jamie grinned her "bitchy" smile and gently closed the door behind her, leaning against it and locking it silently without Amy's knowledge. Once she was sure they wouldn't be disturbed, she sat on the corner of Amy's desk and crossed her long, shapely legs. In the office she usually wore her skirts just above the knee, but at night when she was clubbing with her friends, she wore skirts as short as possible to show off what she considered her best asset, her long legs.

Jamie knew all the girls were jealous of her legs, that's why she had crossed them so dramatically, to annoy Amy. "How're your fathers investments doing," she asked insincerely. Amy sniffed. "I don't think that's any of your business," she snapped. "If that's what you came to talk about, you can leave now." Jamie held up the folder and waved it under Amy's nose. "I don't think so, Amy-girl." Amy hated it when Jamie called her that. The first time she'd done it in public Amy bristled and told her in no uncertain terms to knock it off. Jamie had never done it in public again, but whenever the two of them were alone (which Amy made sure wasn't often) that's what Jamie called her.

She only did it because she loved the way Amy's face flushed and her nostrils flared with anger, but Amy was too dumb to ever figure that out. Once, about six months ago, Amy had gotten so mad she'd tried to slap the shorter Jamie when she called her "Amy-girl." Jamie had anticipated her reaction, however, and had easily caught her by the wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. Jamie had marched Amy to the wall and pinned her there until she began to whimper and beg her to release her. Ever since that day, Amy had been intimidated by her co-worker.

Now, when Jamie refused to leave her office, Amy was unsure of what to do. Finally she sighed, "Well," she said, her tone revealing her uncertainty of what to do, "then I'm going to leave because I don't intend to discuss my family's financial affairs with you." Amy brushed past Jamie's long legs and reached for the doorknob. Since Jamie had locked it, Amy had to fumble with the lock which gave Jamie time to grab her from behind by the scruff of the neck and turn her around.

Jamie leaned close and Amy shrank back against the wall to avoid the press of Jamie's full breasts against her own smaller ones. Amy looked down into Jamie's eyes and then, suddenly, Jamie saw her expression change. Amy steeled herself and glared at the shorter woman. Amy was 5-7, several inches taller than Jamie although the short woman outweighed her by a good ten pounds because of her toned and well-developed figure. "Don't do anything stupid, Amy-girl," Jamie chided as she held the tall girl by the neck, her fingers slowly squeezing and relaxing in a hypnotic rhythm, "I've got everything in this file I need to ruin you and your precious father as well."

Amy looked dumbly at the manila folder Jamie held clutched in her fist. "Wha . . . what's in it?" she asked. It was all Jamie could do not to laugh at the brunette's dazed expression. "It's a complete file detailing all of the information you gave your father about the deals you've been doing for the firm the past few years. I can prove the two of you have been using "inside information" to make money in the market." Amy's body went limp and she pulled away from Jamie's grasp and dropped into a chair. Her hands trembled as she gripped the arms tightly. "What . . . what are you going to do about it?" she croaked.

Jamie was enjoying watching Amy's distress and she hated to tell her and end her suspense, but time was getting short if her plan was going to come off on schedule. "I was going to take it to Mr. Phillips," she said. At the sound of her boss's name, Amy turned pale and gave a sudden gasp. Jamie watched the rapid rise and fall of Amy's petite breasts inside her designer silk blouse and it was all she could do to keep from laughing as she thought about what she was going to do to the haughty brunette in the weeks ahead.

Jamie saw Amy's eyes tearing as she thought of her and her father spending the next twenty years in jail. The disgrace of having her husband and daughter in jail might even kill her mother. She only dimly heard Jamie's voice as she continued to speak, "But I thought that's not really fair. After all, you're young and you're entitled to make a mistake.' Isn't that right, Amy-girl?" Jamie lifted Amy's limp wrist, taking her hand in her own and brushing a tear from the young woman's cheek. Amy eagerly bobbed her head. "Oh yes, Jamie, yes. That's right, it was a mistake. I swear I'll never do it again. I won't forget you for this. I'd do anything to repay you for not reporting me." Jamie chuckled out loud. Poor naïve Amy was making it so easy she was taking all the fun out of her triumph.

"You will," Jamie said in a monotone. Amy looked up in surprise, "Huh? I don't understand." Jamie laughed her "bitch-laugh" again. Everyone loathed her for it because she only did it when she had the upper hand over someone. "I was going to report you and have you fired, in fact, I still may, but I thought we might work it out between the two of us instead." Seeing that poor Amy was still confused, Jamie explained in detail what she had planned. When she heard it, Amy gasped and refused to participate in Jamie's "sick game." But Jamie took her time and calmly explained how much more difficult Amy would find her life in prison compared to the course that Jamie had plotted for her.

Amy wouldn't have agreed if it were merely her own life, but the thought of her father spending the next twenty years in jail as well was too much. She heaved a resigned sigh and reluctantly nodded her head. "Alright Jamie," she gasped, "I'll do anything to keep Daddy out of jail. When do you want to start?" "Here's the address," Jamie said, tossing a folded slip of paper on Amy's cluttered desk. "Be there at eight sharp tonight." Seeing hesitation in Amy's face, Jamie added ominously, "If you're not there on time, I'm going to Phillips with the folder. If you're lucky, they'll let you clean out your desk before they haul you off to jail."

Amy began to perspire heavily. She knew that Jamie was the kind of a cruel bitch who'd get off on seeing her dragged out of the office in handcuffs. With a heavy sigh, Amy nodded her head, "All right, I'll be there." As Jamie turned to go, Amy added with a tremor in her voice, "I hope you don't expect too much though, I've never made love to a woman before." Now it was Jamie who was surprised. That was when she realized that Amy still had no clue to the terrible things she had planned for her. It increased her excitement.

"Don't worry, Amy-girl," Jamie said gently, "I'm sure you know how to do everything I'll require of you. Who knows, you might even enjoy it." With that, she unlocked the door and strode confidently back to her own office where she picked up the phone and punched in a speed dial number. "Hi Mom," she said conspiratorially, "It's all set. She's supposed to be there at eight tonight, but I doubt she has the guts to go through with it. She'll probably run home, pack her shit and head for the airport with her old man."

Barbara listened quietly until her daughter was finished and then disagreed with her, "I don't think so, Jamie. There's something about Amy that makes me believe she'll show up right on time. After all, she and her father will need a few days to liquidate their holdings, if nothing more. She'll have to play along with you to buy time, that's the key! Once we get our hands on her, we can beat down her resistance in no time. Who knows if she likes it, you'll have your own personal plaything?"

Jamie was becoming aroused by the thought of having "Miss Goody-Two-Shoes" at her mercy and she began to look forward to eight o'clock and hoped Amy wouldn't disappoint her. "After all," Jamie thought, "It'd be a lot more fun to make that cunt my slave than to have her escape my wrath altogether." The more she thought about it, the more delicious the prospect seemed.

Amy got home that evening with a heavy heart. She had a lot to think about as she walked the street to her apartment. As she climbed the stairs to her one bedroom apartment, she thought about her father who had been ill lately. The shock of prison and losing the family fortune might be too great for him. Even worse, her mother still thought she was the greatest kid in the world and the disappointment of seeing her in jail would destroy the bond of trust that had built up over the past 28 years. "I know that bitch," Amy thought, "She wants something from me, maybe inside information she can use herself. I'll go to her house and see what's up. Even if she forces me to have sex with her, how bad can it be?" Amy had never been with a woman before, but like many women, she'd often fantasized about what it would be like. "Now, I guess I'll have a chance to find out," she mused.

That evening, promptly at eight, Amy rang the doorbell at a large, brownstone townhouse. The door was opened by a tall woman in a maid's outfit who, on hearing Amy's name, showed her to a small drawing room and gestured to a chair. "Wait there, Madam will be with you shortly." She silently disappeared, leaving Amy alone in the dim light. She looked around at the walls covered with leather-bound volumes. "Jamie must certainly be doing well in the market," she thought to herself.

After several minutes two women appeared in the doorway. One was Jamie and the other, surprisingly, was her mother Barbara whom Amy had met at the office. Barbara was dressed all in black and upon seeing Amy's quizzical expression, Jamie waved her hand toward the older woman and announced, "This is my mother Barbara. You've met before, I believe?. From now on, if you're permitted to speak to her at all, you'll refer to her simply as Barbara, or Mistress Barbara. Is that clear?" Amy swallowed hard and nodded silently. This wasn't what she'd expected.

Barbara approached Amy and motioned her to rise. As did, her knees shook
with fright. Up close, she realized that Barbara was older than she'd appeared at first. She must have been in her early fifties although she could pass for a woman much younger. She was obviously vain about her appearance and, judging from her firm thighs and muscular calves, she'd spent time in the gym. It wasn't often Amy met a woman who could intimidate her with just a look, but Barbara was such a woman. Looking past Barbara, Amy spoke directly to Jamie who had a broad grin on her lips, "OK, I'm here. What do you want me to do?" Jamie walked slowly to Amy and put her right hand lightly on her shoulder. "I expect you to do exactly as you're told, Amy-girl. Otherwise, you and your precious father will spend tonight in jail." She pushed and Amy toppled onto her ass on the sofa behind her.

Jamie sat down facing Amy and eyed her closely. "I think you're overdressed for this evening's entertainment," she said, "Take off your clothes." Amy had expected it and wasn't surprised by the order. She was certain that Jamie intended to force her to perform oral sex on her, and perhaps Barbara as well, in exchange for her silence about the inside trading. She'd been thinking about it all afternoon and had not only resigned herself to it, but had surprisingly found the prospect excited her. She rose and slowly removed her dress and half-slip, leaving her in her bra, pantyhose and panties.

Jamie studied her and then nodded, "I'm surprised, frankly," she admitted. "After watching you in the office for a year, I hadn't expected you'd even look this good." Amy wasn't sure if Jamie was complimenting of her body or criticizing of her office attire. Jamie waved her hand impatiently and told Amy to continue. She took a deep breath, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As it slid down her arms, she inhaled to expand her chest and make her small breasts appear as full as possible. It was, of course, a futile and unnecessary attempt, for as soon as she exhaled Jamie would see her little breasts in their natural state. But she did it anyway.

Amy hated the breasts God had given her and she wished she'd gotten implants many years ago as she'd wanted to. But she'd lacked the courage and even recent revelations about the silicone implants hadn't made her feel any better about the decision. She bent from the waist and rolled her pantyhose down her long, slender legs. "At least, while I'm bending over it makes my breasts seem larger," she thought as she looked down beneath her chest. She rose, tossed her pantyhose to Jamie and posed for her provocatively in her bikinis.

Jamie didn't seem to be impressed and told her to get on with it. She took off her panties and dropped them on top of her dress. "Now what?" she asked with a note of fear. Amy was surprised the way her voice cracked with emotion and quivered as she spoke. Jamie heard it and had to suppress a smile. "Turn around," she ordered her. Amy pirouetted to give Jamie a brief look at her tight behind which considered her best body part after her hair. Jamie nodded as if Amy had passed some sort of test and rose, "Come with me."

With more than a little trepidation, Amy silently followed Jamie up a long, curving flight of stairs to the second floor. At the top of the stairs, Jamie opened a door, "Go in and lie down, I'll join you shortly." Amy entered and paused at the side of a large, canopied bed. She heard the door lock behind her and heaved a sigh. She knelt on the sheets and slowly spread herself across the large bed. Unsure of whether Jamie wanted her on her belly or back, she laid on her side with her back to the door. Whatever was about to happen, she didn't want to see it coming!

She didn't know how long she lay there, it seemed forever. All the while, thoughts of making love to Jamie ran through her brain. She wasn't looking forward to it, that was certain! Not that Jamie wasn't an attractive woman, for she certainly was. With her full, firm breasts, flat stomach and long, taut legs, she was anything a man, or woman for that matter, could ask for in a lover. Except for her personality! Outwardly, Jamie seemed nice enough, but her character had a hard edge. She could be domineering, inflexible and demanding for no apparent reason. In short, she could be a bitch and that turned Amy off to her!

Finally, Amy heard the door open. Despite her desire to look, she resisted and continued to lay with her back to the door. For a long minute, nothing happened but then someone spanked her ass sharply. Amy flinched and leaped off the bed to face her tormentor. Jamie grinned at her, "Taking a little nap, were we, Amy-girl?"

Amy shook her head silently. "Follow me, bitch," Jamie snapped as she spun on her heel and walked toward the door. Amy took a deep breath and hurried after her, anxious she not give the woman any reason to hit her again, even on the ass. Jamie took her to the end of the hall to the bathroom. "Sit there," she said indicating the toilet. Amy wasn't sure if she was supposed to raise the lid or not, but when she hesitated, Jamie spanked her ass again, "I said sit down." Amy squatted on the cold lid with her thighs pressed tightly together and her arms wrapped around her slender chest.

Her eyes widened in fear when she saw Jamie take out a straight razor and begin to sharpen it on a leather strop. "Lay back and open your skinny legs, Bitch!" Jamie snapped. As Amy hesitated, Jamie pointed the razor at her, "If you don't open your legs, Bitch, I'm going down the hall and call the police. They'll have your family in custody before you can get your clothes on and get home!" Amy believed Jamie would do it and she slowly leaned back and spread her legs. Jamie knelt between them and began to soap her pussy using a handful of lather from a bowl she'd prepared.

The feel of Jamie's strong fingers massaging her pussy sent a shudder through Amy. Jamie felt it and fought to hide a grin. So far, everything was going better than she'd hoped. To prolong Amy's humiliation, and her own satisfaction, Jamie continued to fondle Amy until she shifted her weight and moaned deep in her throat. The crimson blush on Amy's face told Jamie that her new slave was ready for the next step. She raised the razor and scraped it over the sparse growth of fine hairs below Amy's navel on her heaving stomach. "I wouldn't make any sudden moves if I were you, Amy-girl," Jamie warned her as she slowly drew the razor down to the forest of thick dark hair immediately above the slit between Amy's trembling legs.

Amy closed her eyes and tried to ignore the unusual sensations Jamie was creating as she slowly drew the razor across the most sensitive portion of her anatomy. In spite of her resolve, however, Jamie could feel Amy's excitement as she slowly shaved her until her pussy was as clean as a new-born baby's. When she finished the shaving, Jamie ran her fingers lightly over Amy's "mound of Venus" and held it there for a moment. Tears ran down Amy's cheeks as she realized how easily Jamie had gotten her aroused her with a mere shaving.

"Wash off the soap and go back to your room," Jamie told her firmly. Amy stood up at the sink and washed away the residue of Jamie's soaping, taking particular care to wash away the soap that had worked its way inside of her during Jamie's fondling. When she finished, she dried herself and padded down the hallway to the first room she'd been in. It was deserted and she got back on the bed to await her next trial. She didn't have to wait long before Jamie reappeared carrying a small box.

Amy rolled onto her back and folded her hands behind her head, causing her breasts to rise to their full(?) prominence. Jamie eyed Amy's lanky 5'7" figure spread-eagled on the bed and shook her head sadly. Amy looked up dewy-eyed and whispered, "Is this how you want me? Just tell me, I'll do anything, really I will." Jamie nodded, "I'm glad you've decided to be reasonable. Now get up and put this on." She tossed the box on the bed.

Amy opened it with trembling fingers and found a small black knit dress made of stretchy material. "I don't understand," Amy said, "I thought you wanted to, . . . I mean, . . . you and me would . . ." She stopped as she realized Jamie was laughing at her. "You dumb bitch," Jamie sneered, "Did you really think I'd want to make love to you? You? I can't even stand to look at you. The thought of letting you taste my sweet puss makes me ill. I wouldn't give you the pleasure!"

"Now, put the dress on and be quick about it," Jamie snapped. Amy scrambled off the bed, relieved that she was going to finally be allowed to cover her nudity. As she pulled the dress up her legs, however, she realized that it wasn't long enough to cover the length of her body between her perky breasts and her newly-shaved pussy. She had to bend her knees to keep her cunt from showing below the hem of the dress. When she walked, it quickly worked up and over her tight ass until she had to tug at it in an attempt to maintain some semblance of dignity. Jamie watched her struggles with amusement.

"Put your shoes on," she ordered abruptly. Amy meekly did as she was told and then Jamie led her by the hand back downstairs where Barbara was waiting. Barbara drove them downtown to the sleazy part where the topless bars, tattoo parlors, run-down hotels and strip joints seemed to congregate. On the way, Jamie ran her hands over Amy's slender thighs, which made the young girl squirm with nervous excitement. Unfortunately, whenever she moved, either one of her breasts or her pussy came out of her dress. She spent the entire journey pulling and tugging futilely at her clothing, but having no luck.

Barbara finally parked and they led Amy down an alley to an unmarked door. Barbara knocked and a wizened old crone opened the door. "Hi Babs," she croaked, then she kissed Barbara on the mouth. Barbara introduced Jamie and pointed to Amy with a wave of her hand, introducing her as "Jamie's new sub." Amy had no idea what the term meant at the time, but she didn't like the sound of it.

"You want the usual, then?" the crone cackled as she eyed Amy's youthfully firm figure hungrily. "Of course," Jamie said as she pushed Amy's trembling body forward. "Give her the works, top and bottom." The crone opened a cabinet on the wall and Amy's eyes widened in shock and fear when she recognized what it contained. (End of Part I)

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