If anything was ever going to become of their friendship, or if they decided to get into a relationship, there were certain things she had to come clean about. Amie hoped he truly had an open mind because what she had to tell him would more than likely give the average person a heart attack. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and held his hand for emotional support.
“During the first two years of school, I had been focused on my studies; making sure I went to class on time, following what the instructors told me to do and such. It was pretty wild that first year, but eventually I got into the swing of things and came out on top. During my third year in school however, I began to go out and have fun with some of my classmates including my roommate Lana. We would go to clubs and just let it all hang out. It was a lot of fun. One night we went to this club one of the guys had heard about from a friend. Come to find out, it was club for those who were interested in bondage and submission. Most of them instantly left because they were scared or disgusted, but I was intrigued. So I sat and watched. Later I came to find I was being watched by someone―Beauregard.”
“After that first time, I continued going to the club for about two weeks. I would just sit and watch; intrigued about how they operated. I never participated in anything because I was too fucking scared. Then one night, there was this guy I had seen a couple of times there. He came over to where I was sitting and asked, ‘Is this seat taken, mademoiselle?’
“I shook my head and he sat down next to me, he looked so incredibly handsome. Black hair, steel grey eyes, strong cheekbones, and a killer smile with perfect straight teeth, and of course, he was French. ‘I’ve seen you here a couple of times, why haven’t you joined someone?’
“I smiled and said, Um no, I am just here to observe for now.
“‘Ah, you’re an American I see.’
“I nodded taking a sip of water.
“‘Where are you from?’
“Kansas.
“He looked really puzzled so I had to explain to him where Kansas was so I went with the obvious. Do you remember the movie The Wizard of Oz?
“He broke in a large grin and said, ‘Ahh yes, Judy Garland, we are not in Kansas anymore, amazing.’ We laughed. ‘What brings you to France then?’
“I’m here to go to school at Le Cordon Bleu.
“‘Wow that’s great; you must be very talented. So why are you here?’
“Like I said, I’m just looking.
“‘Why don’t you join in?’
“I could feel myself blush. He was being so direct it took me back a bit. When I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was wondering what was going on in my head. I don’t think I could do something like that.
“‘You’re lying you know that? I hate liars. You are here because it’s drawing you in, you want to be possessed by someone.’
“His words shocked me and struck me to the core. I told him, Excuse me I’m leaving. I got up and started to walk out the door. I could hear footsteps behind me as I made my way outside. It was raining that night. When I rounded the corner, I felt a hand on my arm holding me tightly…it was him. He was smiling that perfect smile and pulled out an umbrella. With a click of the button, it popped up and ballooned out above both of us.
“‘Venez avec moi peu un,’ he whispered, his lips right near my ear, his arm was draped around my shoulders as we walked.”
“What does that mean?” Roy asked.
Amie smiled. “It means ‘Come with me, little one’.
“We walked on down the street; I was too scared to say anything, but he started talking.
“‘Let me introduce myself since I didn’t get the chance to do so, Beauregard Channing. And your name is?’
“Amie Brown.
“‘Ahh, Amie, lovely name for a lovely girl.’
“I smiled. We continued to walk until we came to an old brick building with a red wooden door worn beyond compare. Handing me the umbrella, he reached into his coat and pulled out his keys. I must have been crazy; here I was an American woman without a clue going into a bondage club, meeting up with some tall handsome French stranger then following him into an old building. When he opened the door, I could smell the wonderful aroma of some type of incense. He helped me inside. The interior was really nice in contrast to the exterior. It was fairly modern and up-to-date. ‘Make yourself at home and I’ll get some tea to warm you up.’
“He took my coat and put it on the coat rack with his own. He was wearing a black suit with a red shirt and black tie. I walked over to the brown leather couch and sat down. He grabbed a remote control, pointed it to the fireplace and soon flames were leaping.
“After a couple of minutes, he served tea for two with an impressive selection of cookies and pastries. I thanked him then he popped off, ‘As I said before you left, I think you are lying. I’ve seen you come into the club for the past two weeks, sitting in the same spot every time, looking and eyeing the clients while they perform. You want to join in, darling, don’t deny it.’
“He read me like a book. I was curious about the entire Dom/sub thing and what it was all about. ‘I can teach you all that you want to know, la petite, anything you’d want to know. All you have to do is ask.’
“Why do you want to do all this?
“‘Because there is a story in those eyes, a story of pain and heartbreak as well as love, my dear, I know that you’ve been through a lot of pain. Tell me about yourself, Amie, we have all evening to talk and I want to get to know you before you accept my offer.’
“I was trying to hold back the tears, but of course they fell down my cheeks. He was gracious enough to hand me a tissue. So for the rest of that evening, I told this man, this man that I just met, my story, about the bullying, my parents, my friends, everything that I could get off my chest. Well, after spilling my life story to this stranger, I felt so much better. It was like it was easier to breathe.
“He looked at me with a smile and his eyes kind of danced a bit. He took my cup then my hand. ‘Come with me.’
“We climbed stone steps to the second level of the apartment. There were two very large double wooden doors. When I first peered in I was so shocked I probably gulped a couple of times. There in the bedroom was a beautiful white girl with strawberry blonde hair and a matching fair complexion with a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks and shoulders. Her wrists and ankles were tied with black leather straps to each corner of the bed.
“‘Wake up!’ Beauregard demanded.
“The woman’s eyes quickly fluttered open, she looked up at us, and said in French, ‘Master, yes, Master, I am awake.’
“He said to me, ‘This is Michelle; she has been my sub for about five years now. Let me ask you a question, Amie, have you ever been with a woman before?’
“My mouth was wide open, and I straight up told him, Hell no!
“‘I find it very funny that some women I’ve talked with over the years have said they were never interested in getting with a woman, yet when they did, they rather enjoyed way too much.’
“Well that was them and not me! I am strictly dicky, my friend.
“He laughed and walked me over to the bed. The girl stared at us. She wasn’t scared or anything, which surprised me because if I had been tied up like that, I would have been scared to death. We both sat down beside her. I tried my best not to look at her, but Beauregard turned my face to meet with this girl. Then taking my hand in his, he placed it on this woman’s breast. Now I had always felt my own breasts before, you know while taking a shower or in the midst of making love, but to actually feel another woman’s breast was something that shook my nerves bad. ‘Tell me how does she feel, Amie, I want you to tell me exactly how her breasts feel?’
“I was so humiliated by him asking this because I felt like such an idiot for even going this far, yet at the same time the whole thing started to excite me. This was something different I was doing, something not normal by other people’s standards. Very soft and nice, I told him, which was th
e truth.
“‘Go lower.’
“I looked at him but he didn’t blink much less did he smile, it was my first demand from a Dom. This was my first lesson in the life of being a submissive. My fingers went lower, along her flat stomach then followed the curves of her hips, past her belly button, but I got scared to go all the way down and ended up stopping, even though Michelle was anticipating me to go down to her pussy. Beau walked over to the other side of the woman, surveying me. ‘I want you to go lower, Amie, go lower with your hand. Michelle is waiting for you to touch her.’
“Taking a deep breath, I gently laid my fingers along her mound and rested them there. She had a small patch of strawberry blonde hair. I glanced back at him even though I did what he wanted, his face held no expression whatsoever.
“‘I want you to open up her pussy and take a look inside.’
“Of course, if I was going to dive into something this deep, I needed to learn to obey even though it was humiliating to me. So with both of my hands, I went down and gently opened up her pussy. I took in the pinkness of it, the soft lips, and small nub that was her clit.
“‘Wet the finger you use when you are playing with yourself. I want you to use it on her clit.’ I sucked on my index finger and softly ran it along her clit. She sighed softly. I had to think about myself while I did this, pretending this woman’s clit was my own. I imagined me doing it to myself. It didn’t take her very long to get into it and when Beau knew she was just about to cum, he shouted, ‘Stop!’ Scaring me, but I stopped. Michelle’s hips kept gyrating then stopped.
“‘Now I want you to play with Michelle some more. She’s been tied up here for a couple of hours and needs some relief, don’t you my pet?’
“‘Yes, Master, I do.’
“He slowly started to take off his jacket, then his tie and shirt. His chest was finely chiseled. I found out later he worked out every day, and it showed. He was tan and didn’t have any hair on his entire body as I saw when he took off his pants. His hard on was massive; I had never seen anything as big as his cock, not just in girth but length.”
“How big was it?” Roy interrupted.
“He was at least ten inches long.”
Roy whistled and she started to laugh. “Shall I continue now?”
He nodded.
“He wanted me to continue playing with her clit while he fucked her. I obliged. He was so forceful with her, slamming that cock into her deep while I continued to rub and play with that pretty little clit of hers. The sight would have made anybody else blush, but as I got into it I started to enjoy it. She was moaning in French the entire time—asking for more, wanting it faster, harder and he gave it to her. She came hard. Her whole body tensed up and came up off the bed with each spasm. The whole experience exhausted me completely, yet made me horny too. Once he was done with her, he undid her straps, went into the bathroom, and started filling the tub. He carefully picked her up off the bed and carried her to the bathroom. When he came back, he sat down next to me. ‘So, did you enjoy what you saw, my petite?’
“It was rather interesting and now you’ve peaked my curiosity even more than it already was before, I said.
“He smiled brilliantly at me and kissed my lips. He had the softest lips I had ever felt. I found myself in bed with him that evening. He told me even though he was a Dom, he didn’t want to scare me off. He said I was the most exotic woman he had ever seen, and he had to have me right away. Well, he did have me, several times that night. Each time more intense than the last.”
“What about the girl who was in the bathroom? What happened to her?” Roy asked.
“When she returned to the bedroom, he told her to leave. She thanked me, put her clothes on, and left the house while Beau and I made love.”
“How long after you guys first got together did he start teaching you all of what you know now?”
“Immediately. It lasted the two years I had left in school. I eventually moved out of the apartment I was living in with my roommate and ended up moving in with him. He wanted me near him so he could teach me. He would drop me off at school and pick me up. He would demonstrate techniques and explain how it’s not all about pain between a Dom and a sub. It’s more about the pleasure experienced between the two. You can take it as extreme as you want. It just depends on who the person is and what their preferences may be. I went from being his sub to a Dom in my own right.”
“Wow, so what happened when you came back to the States?”
“I decided to go to Atlanta because I wanted to open my own restaurant. Beau, who was a millionaire, gave me the money to get my own place and my restaurant. He knew of a friend who was into the lifestyle and there was a whole community of people there. So I felt right at home. Currently, I have five clients…that’s all I can manage time-wise because my restaurant is my dream and it’s where my heart is. So now you know my dirty little secret. The shy girl you remember is now a strong independent Dominatrix.” Amie’s eyes scanned Roy’s face for some kind of emotion or for him to say something to let her know he was okay with what she told him.
Roy smiled and kissed her hand. “Listen, Amie, I can understand how things happened and how everybody in this town treated you. I can’t understand what you had to deal with being the only person of color in this town. But you had me, our parents, Steven, and Sandy. I know that wasn’t enough so you had to spread your wings and explore new things. You found something that if anybody around here was to discover people would go insane and really have something to talk about. But I will never tell anybody what you told me. It’s no one’s business except your own. I’ve never judged you when we were young, Amie; why in the hell would I judge you now?”
It was the confirmation she wanted to hear from him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. He wrapped his arms around her. “I love you, Amie, always have and always will regardless if you are a Dom or not.”
He rubbed her back softly. Roy smiled and asked, “Feel better now that you got that all off your chest?”
Amie nodded. He softly kissed her lips. “I love you so much, Amie, and I wouldn’t change you a bit. But there is something I do have to ask.”
“Sure ask away.”
“Did you ever get with a girl, I mean, did you ever do like a threesome with another girl involved?”
“Yeah, I did. I am bi, if you are asking if I would I do it again. It depends on whom the girl is and if I am attracted to her. But if I am with you, Roy, I would just want it to be how we’ve always wanted it…I don’t want to dominate you while we are making love,” Amie said.
“And why not, girl, if this is something that we are going to do together then I want the whole thing. This is a whole new experience and I want to learn and explore everything with you, Amie, everything. I want to learn what you want to show me about your life as a Dom, hell I want you to experiment on me. If you want to do techniques on me, by all means do it to me, baby.”
Amie laughed as she held him in her arms, running her fingers through his hair. She was relieved he accepted her for who she was. This truly must be love, she thought to herself.
Chapter Seven
After Amie returned from her parents with her clothes, they saddled up the horses for a ride. Even though Amie hadn’t been on a horse in years, it was as if she was made for the saddle.
“Are you ready?” Roy asked.
“Catch me if you can! Come on, Haruko, giddy up, girl!” They were off like a shot. Roy kicked his horse into a full gallop through the open field. Amie knew the game they would play. As kids they called it Keep Away. Whenever he tried to come near her, Amie would gallop the other way laughing right along with him. Roy had a trick up his sleeve though. He stopped and made a loud clicking sound that made Haruko gallop to him.
“What did you do?” Amie laughed as the horse came right next to his. Roy leaned over and kissed her, cupping her face as his tongue parted her lips. Her hands grabbed hold of his shirt pulling him closer
to her. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist. Her hand caressed his cheek slowly as he lifted her up off her saddle and brought her over to his. She sat in his lap, straddling him.
“I have my own little tricks too, darling.” He grabbed hold of Haruko’s reins and tied them to the horn on his saddle. “Are you okay? The horn isn’t hurting your back is it?”
Moving closer to him, she got really comfortable, then realized the horn on the saddle wasn’t the only thing hard. “I see we are at attention again.”
Roy smiled and unknotted the tie at the front of her blouse, pulling it down off her shoulders. She looked up at him. He can’t help himself, especially when he’s thinking about me, he’s always at attention. His hands gripped her arms as he started to nibble along her collarbone and neck. His bites made her gasp. She loved how he was making her feel. “Harder, baby, yes that’s it, right there,” Amie pleaded.
She let out a large sigh as her fingers gripped his wrists. He growled. “Damn you sound so fucking sexy, baby.”
* * * *
He picked up the reins and the horse took off in a gallop. Roy held Amie’s back with one hand and the reins in his other hand. Roy had to have her right now, he couldn’t wait any longer.
They rode straight to the barn. He got off the horse first then helped her off. Amie’s feet barely hit the ground when she ripped open his shirt revealing a hard ripped chest. Roy pulled her into an empty stall he hadn’t had the chance to put a horse in. The hay lining the floor was fresh and clean. He began to pull her blouse up over her head to reveal a black lace bra. She finished tearing off his shirt and threw it.
Admiring her sexy bra, he reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. He bent down and slowly unzipped them with his teeth.
Amie pushed her jeans down to her ankles. Watching them slide off her toned thick honey brown legs, a large dab of pre-cum formed at the head of his cock. He took a step back for a moment to admire her. She was standing there in just her black bra and matching lace boy shorts.
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