The rest of the afternoon was spent… just hanging out. We watched a movie or at least we had one on. We talked through most of it. About normal stuff and then…

“Take your skirt off for me, Amy,” Inga commanded.

“Yes, Miss,” I said, complying shyly. This was still very new, after all, and I wasn’t used to being told what to do and expected to just… do it.

Once I was naked from the waist down, we moved into the den. It was set up like a bar, At least there was a bar, with liquor shelves behind it, and several stools. There was also a stereo system and a big-screen television. In front of the tv was a couch, a coffee table, a couple of comfortable-looking black leather chairs and some tasteful photos of what looked like European city scenes on the walls. Against one wall was a wooden cabinet.

“Sit.” She pointed at one of the stools. I sat, curious as to what she had planned.

“Stay,” she ordered. Like one would a pet dog.  Embarrassingly, I felt myself getting wet, my unprotected cunt resting on the hard wooden stool.

She went over to the cabinet, unlocking it it. I risked a look, curious. I couldn’t see much, but what I could see made me catch my breath. It looked like sex toys. The kind that you’d see in a BDSM video. A crop. Cuffs. Paddles. That kind of thing.

She took her time perusing everything, eventually choosing a coil of rope and a box the size of a shoe box.

“We’re going to push your boundaries again, Amy. You might not like this,” she warned me as she moved behind me and took my arms, positioning them behind my back.  “Grab your elbows for me.”

I did, trembling a little, a combination of nervousness, anticipation, and lust.

“How, Miss?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

“You’ll see,” she teased, kissing the back of my head as she secured my arms behind me. 

Circling me, she traced my jawline with her fingers.

“Open. No, your mouth, not your legs.”

She smiled as I had done just that. Blushing, I opened my mouth and pressed my knees together, giggling a little until she silenced me by inserting her fingers into my mouth.

“Suck.”

I sucked, running my tongue over the tips, wetting them with my saliva, watching her face as I heeded her command.

“Good girl,” she commented before slipping them out from between my lips and wiping them off on my cheek.

“Got a present for you.”

My gaze moved to the box she’d set on the stool next to me, curious to see what was under the lid. I didn’t have to wait long. It was a realistic-looking dildo mounted on a good-sized round ball. Beneath the ball was a suction cup. The dildo was as big as the one she’d used on me in the basement. I licked my lips, my cheeks suddenly warm with embarrassment and…

“It might hurt a little at first, baby girl.”

I nodded, not sure of what to say as Inga made a show of attaching it to the other stool seat, leaving no doubt as to what she intended next. My cunt knew what was going to happen. Wanted it. Hungered for it, making a mess all over the stool I was seated on.

“Need some help?”

“Yes please, Miss,” I murmured.

She helped me off the stool carefully, my arms secured behind me and then onto the other. It wasn’t easy and took some time. Not that either of us seemed in any hurry. In a sense I think we were both savoring the moment. Eventually, I was in a position where I could settle while she guided me down on it, gravity doing its thing. I felt it keenly. The plastic veins pressing against my walls as it filled me, forcing me open to accommodate the ball at its base, my pussy closing around it as it seated itself in me, stretching me. It hurt but in a good way. It was like having a baseball inside of me. At least I was good and wet for it.

Eventually, I felt my ass resting on the unforgiving wood. It was in and I wasn’t going anywhere, not without being able to use my hands and arms to help. I felt helpless, especially when she bound my ankles to the crossbars connecting the legs. Helpless and trapped. I let out a soft moan. More than one.

“You look amazing, baby girl,” she whispered into my ear, her warm breath against my flesh making me squirm.  “So fucking sexy.”

Pausing she teased my nipples through my shirt until they were painfully stiff.

“Dirty.”

This time her hand wandered down between my thighs, caressing the insides with her fingertips until I let out a soft moan. I even drooled a little.

“Depraved.”

She began stroking my clit slowly until I was trembling from head to toe. It was cruel. I think that was the point. 

“Please, Miss. I need to come,” I managed, breathlessly.

“I know,” was all she said, laughing softly and stepping back, looking down at me with a wicked smile.

“First we’re going to make a little film.  Then, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come. Can you be a good girl for me, Amy?”

“I’ll try,” I promised, wondering what she had planned, a mixture of lust and fear swirling inside of me.

Turning her back on me she turned on the TV. A moment later a video started to play, one I recognized instantly. A video of me. It was taken downstairs when I’d been tied to the ceiling.

“Oh god,” I whimpered softly, watching myself, undeniably turned on by the knowledge of what she’d done.

“I’m filming you, baby girl. Is that okay?”

I doubted that she needed my consent, but I nodded anyway. I was beyond caring, mesmerized by the image on the screen of me, my arms raised above my head while Inga made me share my name, where I lived, all sorts of personal details and then… she fucked me, using her strap-on, fucked me until I as begging her to make me come. I sounded like a slut… I watched as she finally gave me permission, recalling the intensity of my orgasm. Seeing myself in a new light.  It was so filthy and wrong. And yet, I wanted more. God help me I was dripping wet.  The dildo wasn’t helping. I was leaking all over it, my juices pooling on the seat of the stool as she watched silently, the only sounds in the room coming from the tv. My moans and then my cries as I orgasmed. Not once, but twice after giving up my name to her on camera.

I watched as she helped me down and guided me over to the bench. Watched as she tied me down.  Watched as she used me again.  It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. So much hotter than any of the porn I’d seen. humiliating and sexy at the same time. I watched as I came. And I watched as I came again, knowing I was being filmed and not caring. I felt my cunt clenching around the cock I was sitting on. I felt depraved. I didn’t care.

One more, I thought. One more, this time with Inga’s cunt pushed against my face, my tongue parting her pussy lips like a good girl. A good little pet. Her nasty little fuck.  I glanced at her, focusing on her face. Her knowing smile. Her cold cruel eyes and knew I was lost. 

She played with the camera and the image on the screen went away, replaced by what she was currently filming. Me on the stool.

“What are you Amy?” she asked. I hesitated, but only for a few moments.

“A… slut, Miss? Your slut.”

She smiled. It wasn’t cruel. It was beautiful. Loving, or at least I thought it was. Full of pride and approval at least. She picked up one of the remotes and I suddenly felt a soft vibration inside of me. The dildo. Not enough to make me come. Not yet, at least. It didn’t matter. It felt so good and she’d promised.  As long as I was a good girl.

As I sat there in slowly mounting bliss, she circled me, standing behind me and pulling my top up to expose my tits, pinching my swollen nipples until I let out a series of pained gasps.

“I have a call to make, Amy. Won’t be gone long. A few minutes. Oh, and I did promise…”

She paused to kiss me. Hard. Her tongue pushing into my mouth aggressively, teeth tugging on my lip.

“Enjoy,” she said when she finally broke away, back in a few.”

She left the room without another word, leaving me wondering what she had planned as the vibrating toy slowly drove me crazy, my thoughts all over the place as I fought the desire to come without her permission. Who she was going to call. The house’s owner Liz? Liz’s pet, Sarah? Who?

Unable to do anything else, I just sat there, the dildo filling my cunt, the vibrations driving me to the edge, but not over. Frustrated with the need to come, shaking with unfulfilled lust…                                                                                                                                        

“Enjoy yourself?” She’d returned.

I looked up, still dazed, nodding with what I guessed was probably a glazed smile on my face.

“Yes, Miss. Who’d you call?”

“None of your business.”

“Anyone I know?”

This time she didn’t answer right away. Just shrugged and grinned. It was more of a smirk, really.  “An old friend. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I took a shower. A long hot one, unable to keep my thoughts from intruding. Who had she called? Did it have anything to do with what was happening here? With me? Would she  fuck me again? Who was she filming me for? What was going to happen tonight? Tomorrow? My mind in a whirl, I finally got out and dried myself off. Inga had left one of her tees and a pair of my panties. No pants. Not that I needed pants. I put them on and went in search of her. It was almost dinner time and I was hungry. A little sleepy too, but that could wait.

I found her in the kitchen preparing dinner. My tummy growled a little and she chuckled.

“You look cute, baby girl.”

Blushing, I thanked her. “Can I help?”

“Keep me company. Almost done.”

Dinner was tasty. Salmon. Steamed rice. Vegetables. And ice cream for dessert. We ate in near silence, A comfortable silence, though. Not at all awkward. It had been a long day and I think we both needed a little time to recharge.

“How are you feeling?” she asked when we were done and doing dishes in the kitchen.

“Good,” I said, smiling shyly. “Happy.”

“Not too much?”

I shrugged and bit my lower lip. Yes and no. Finally, I shook my head. “No. Not too much.”

“Feel like taking a walk?”

“Should I put on pants?” I asked, my heart suddenly racing a little.

“Probably. You can always take them off again.”

I put on pants and a pair of sneakers. A warm coat as well. Inga did the same and grabbed the leash as we left the house.  

 “Remember your commands,” she told me, grinning when my face turned red.

“Yes, Miss,” I mumbled at her as we went off down the street, following the route we’d taken last time. Down the lane, and through the park.  Eventually, we wandered off, away from the park. Away from civilization.

“There’s a little pond this way. Kind of nice to just sit and listen to it,” Inga said, leading me down a slope. Eventually, we came to it. A small pond being fed by a spring, a few flowers scattered around its banks. It was peaceful. There was a small boulder next to it that made a good bench, so we made use of it and simply enjoyed each other’s company.  My mind began to wander. Mostly unsavory thoughts involving Inga. Some involved my sister as well... that’s why it took me a minute to respond when she finally broke the silence.

“What?” I answered, blinking, having completely missed what she said. She laughed a little and shook her head at me before trying again.

“I said, take your pants off, Amy.”

“Here?” I asked without thinking.

“Here.” This time her voice was stern, and it sounded like a command. This time I didn’t reply. Instead, I hurriedly stood, unbuttoned my trousers and stepped out of them.

“Panties too.”

Glancing around nervously I complied, slipping them down my legs and stepping out of them as well, watching her carefully, unsure of what she had planned.  

“Hands and knees on the ground.”

It took me a moment, but eventually, I got down on my hands and knees. There was a patch of soft looking grass next to the boulder, so I moved towards it a little, nervously watching her.  

I closed my eyes in anticipation as she moved behind me and ran her fingers over my ass and then between my legs.  It didn’t take long before I could feel my juices running down the insides of my bare thighs. Fuck, was she going to fuck me out here? Where anyone wandering by could see? Please, please, please don’t I begged silently… and yet, a perverted part of me wanted her to.  The very thought of her fucking me mercilessly while someone happened upon us left me and panting and whimpering softly.

“On your back, Amy.”

She gave me a moment to lay down on the damp grass, my knees slightly bent and my hands resting on my stomach, leaving me in anxious anticipation with no idea of why she wanted me on my back although I found out pretty quickly.

Play with yourself for me, baby girl. Play with your dirty little pussy. No coming. I want you to edge yourself.”

Biting my lip, I simply spread my legs a little wider and reached down and started masturbating for her in the middle of a public park. It was the height of depravity.   My hips lifted as I drove my fingers into my cunt, my thumb working my clit, my lust rising as I got closer and closer, edging myself, making sure I didn’t go over the edge, trying to stifle my moans, worried that someone would hear and come investigate.

And then she snapped her fingers… stop. I wanted to cry. I was so close. Instead, I stopped. Just like that. It wasn’t easy and I was proud of myself for doing it.

“Put your pants back on,” she said, and I complied, aware that my juices were dripping out of me not to mention I was drooling. I could have wiped my face. I didn’t. I just smiled and let a little more drool run down my chin as I put my pants and shoes back on.

The walk home was made in silence. Or at least we didn’t talk. My thoughts were anything but silent. God, I was so depraved. I’d just masturbated where anyone could have seen me. What was worse, I’d enjoyed it. I wanted to do it again. I wanted her to fuck me out here. That wasn’t all… I thought about the video I’d seen of Liz’s ‘pet’. Sarah. I wanted to be fucked like that. By strangers.  I wanted to be tied down and used. Just the thought of it had me hot and bothered. I wondered if Inga would say anything if I pushed my hand into my pants and played with myself as we walked. We were in a part of the park with there were others about. It would be impossible to do it discreetly. I didn’t care. I almost wanted to be seen.

Once back at the house, Inga kissed me softly.  I couldn’t help myself. I asked.

“Are you going to fuck me again, Miss?”

Inga chuckled softly. “Is that what you want baby girl?”

Blushing, I bit my lower lip gently and nodded.

“Yes?”

“You sound unsure.”

“I’m not. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

She sat down, making herself comfortable on the sofa and looked me over, her face unreadable, before finally clapping her hands together. The command to strip.

I stripped. Nothing sexy. I just undressed as quickly as I could. Coat. Shoes. Socks. Pants. Top. Panties. Bra. Down to nothing as she watched, hunger in her eyes, her teeth showing between her lips in a mocking smile.

“Such a horny little girl.”

I smiled as I shrugged. “I can’t help it.”

That earned me a chuckle. “No, I suppose you can’t.”

She patted the cushion next to her.

“Sit.”

I sat. Unsure of what else to do I folded my hands on my lap and crossed my legs at the ankle and focused on her feet until she lifted my chin with her fingers and forced me to gaze at her face.

“How about we relax a little first, baby girl.”

She pulled me closer, and slipped her arms around me. Held me. It felt nice. I let out a sigh and snuggled closer, lifting my feet off the floor and folding my legs under me.

“This is nice,” I murmured as she ran her fingers through my hair. Slow and gentle. Every once in a while she’d kiss the top of my head. Or lift my chin up and place a kiss on my mouth. Nothing salacious. A soft kiss. I relaxed into her more and more and she began to explore a little, running her fingertips over my nakedness. Soft touches. Face. Arms. Shoulders. The curve of my waist. My thighs. Eventually my breasts. I let out a moan as her touches began to awaken desire. Arousal. She teased my nipples until they were stiff and swollen. My pussy dampened. She kissed me. This time not so gently, her tongue probing.  

“Sit up,” she instructed. With a sigh, I sat up, trying not to pout. I’m not sure I was successful.

“Stay,” she teased as she began to undress. Pulling her top off. And then her pants. Her panties followed.

Pointing at her feet, she instructed me to kneel.

 Slipping off the couch, I knelt as she spread her feet, opening her thighs. I really didn’t need another command....