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Authors note: This is currently a stand-alone story with heavy themes of cuckoldry, BDSM, lesbian domination (and, to a degree, female-on-male domination)

A second note: I have had this story in mind for a long time but never knew how to write it. This is also my first attempt to write a story from the dominant point of view. I hope I captured it properly.

*Lastly, thank you to Jordan Church and Katie_cat for helping me. I appreciate you both for giving me your time and talent.

The seduction of Kara

Autumn is now truly here.

As I looked over the balcony railing, I could see the leaves starting to change colour. The brisk, cool morning air was refreshing and helped me wake up. Sadly, I would have to start bundling up more now that the temperature is dropping. This might be the last day I could walk around in a long T-shirt and underwear.

This will be my first fall living in this apartment with my new roommate, Kara. I lucked out when I answered her ad for a roommate in the spring. I certainly didn’t deserve a view like this, nor many of the wonderful luxurious things now in my life, not after the things I’ve done.

Kara was inside our apartment, sitting sideways on the couch, her nose in her book. Or at least, that’s what she wanted me to think. Over the summer, I caught her sneaking peeks at me multiple times. Rather than being confrontational, I chose to lean into it. I started dressing more salaciously around the apartment, especially when I knew that Kara was home.

Just one more reason to be bummed out over the change of season. I will only be able to dress with a bit of indecency in the colder weather, and that will make it harder to tease my roommate.

Though it is still early, my afternoon is going to be busy. I have a job interview at a new up-and-coming restaurant downtown, and I must take a few buses to arrive on time.

To be clear, I wasn’t fired from my last waitressing gig. That said, I won’t return, not after what I did. It would be far too embarrassing and awkward.

Knowing that Kara was watching, I gave her one more show. I stretched big, my arms moving in a big arch, my hands meeting far above my head. The feeling was glorious as I stretched so big, rising to my tiptoes. The best part was that my long t-shirt rose with my arms to give Kara a slim peek at my booty.

As I relaxed from my stretch, I quickly turned on the balls of my feet to come back inside. Just like I had predicted, Kara had been staring. I watched her jump slightly, surprised at my rapid turn, and quickly she buried her face back into her book.

“It is certainly getting colder,” I said with a smirk. I could feel my nipples stiff from the cold outside air. You could even make out my barbell piercings. Kara looked up and immediately turned beat red, quickly looking back down.

“It’s a shame about the cold, but I’ve always loved fall. I love the changing of the leaves, the cosiness, and especially Halloween.” I said, taking a seat on the other side of the couch. I watched Kara pull her knees closer to her chin to give me more space.

“Halloween is always so fun. I love dressing up,” Kara said, visibly relaxing. Then, as if a light clicked on in her head, she said, “Oh! Ami, we should throw a Halloween party here. We could decorate the place and invite some friends and coworkers,”

Seeing Kara coming alive like this was infectious. I could not stop the smile that formed on my face, even if I wanted to.

“Maybe I’ll dress up like a sexy witch, and you can be my kinky black cat,” I flirted with her, resting my hand on her shin. I swear, I saw her tremble at the idea.

“I don’t think I could pull off a kinky cat,” Kara said, raising her book to hide her face better.

“Then, I’ll be the Kinky witch, and you can instead be my sexy black cat.” I bit my lip and gave Kara my best purring sound while digging my nails playfully into her shin.

“Oh! You know who’s kinky?” I blurted out, the memory springing to mind, “That fucking bitchy manager at that restaurant I used to work at.”

“The lady you were always complaining about?” Kara asked, her interest peaked.

“Yeah, hold on, I’ll get my phone. I have it all on video.” I said, then got up from the couch and went to grab my phone from the kitchen counter.

Our apartment was simple in design. The front door opened into the centre of a large rectangle, with the balcony and living room on the right side and the kitchen on the left–simple and spacious. Our bedrooms were down the hallway across from the front door, on the right, and the large bathroom and storage closet were on the left.

I returned to the couch and climbed over the armrest Kara had used as a backrest. I gave her a gentle push forward and settled in behind her. My back rested against the armrest, and my bare left leg was pinched between Kara and the sofa back.

I then grabbed Kara’s narrow waist and pulled her back slightly so she could rest comfortably into me. Her shoulder-length auburn hair tickled my nose slightly. Just like me, Kara was still wearing her pyjamas. Though hers were somewhat more modest, opting for a T-shirt and plaid pyjama shorts.

Kara crossed her legs and rested in my snuggle, still holding the book slightly open on whatever page she was on. My right hand held the phone up for both of us to watch, and my left hand reached around her left to press the play button.

Immediately, the dark video began playing, and the muffled sounds of a busy party sounded in the background. Bare feet were visible on a beige carpet. The video panned gradually up to display the edge of a bed. There were various adult toys lined up along the edge: dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps and paddles.

I felt Kara tense up at the sight of all the toys, but I continued to let the video play.

On the screen, a bare leg was bound to the corner of the bed. You could tell that the person filming the video was climbing onto the bed, knees shuffling forward briefly on screen.

“Oh, I just love your big collection of toys.” My voice purred through the cell phone speakers, “Does your husband enjoy tying you to bed?”

“I even can’t remember the last time he ever fucked me long enough for me to cum,” The woman tied to the bed said. The camera lifted higher, and a big, fully naked woman filled the screen. She was full-bodied; her large breasts hung slightly to her sides. The woman’s arms and legs were pulled to the respective corners of the bed. Her head was blindfolded and tilted towards the camera, resting on a pillow.

*WAP*

A hand came down, violently smacking the naked woman’s right breast. The blindfolded woman gasped out a scream and fruitlessly pulled against her restraints. I felt Kara jump and gasp as if in surprise as well.

“It’s Miss Ami from now on, slut.” My voice said harshly, “I do not give a fuck if it’s here or at work, whore. I’m not your fucking husband, and you will talk to me with respect. Am I understood?”

I felt a shiver run through Kara, her body buzzing with tension. The woman tied to the bed whimpered and writhed as my hand in the video roughly mauled her large tit before finally acquiescing. She whispered, “Yes… Miss Ami.”

I could feel Kara breathing harder, squirming between my legs as she watched intently. I also took the opportunity to readjust myself, resting my left elbow on my left raised knee between Kara and the couch’s backrest. I ‘let’ my arm bend at the elbow and hang loosely against Kara’s chest. The back of my left thumb ‘idly’ grazed against her rapidly hardening nipple.

“Mmm, good girl,” My voice purred through the speaker, then with a giggle, “I’ve always thought you were so uptight and needed a good fuck to fucking relax. I think maybe I was right,” The camera turned slowly, looking at all the toys beside the woman’s leg. The hand on the video reached out and picked up a large, purple dual vibrator.

With the press of a button, the large vibrator began loudly buzzing. The woman squirmed against her binds, trying to angle her vision to see what was going on, but the blindfold would not allow her. With another button press, the buzzing stopped, and my chuckling was heard.

“Open that big fucking mouth of yours. I know you probably have a lot to say, but I’m in charge now, and I don’t want to hear a fucking word aside from Yes, Miss Ami. Now… say ahh.” My words spoke through the phone. The video showed my hand plunging the vibrator into the blonde’s opened mouth.

I took the opportunity to continue idly running the back of my thumb against my distracted roommate’s breast. I strummed Kara’s stiff nipple up and down as she watched the video with deep interest.

“Her name is Lisa, my old manager. Her husband is the owner, and they hosted all the staff to celebrate the restaurant’s tenth anniversary. While Tim was downstairs getting drunk with the cooks, I was upstairs fucking his wife.” I spoke quietly into Kara’s ear.

I felt Kara wriggling slightly. Her breathing became somewhat laboured as the video showed me debasing my former manager on her marriage bed. The sound of Lisa’s gags rang through my phone’s speakers. I scraped the back of my nail, flicking it slightly off her swollen bud over her T-shirt. Kara let out the slightest moan, and the sound shivered through me.

“You are one talented cocksucker. Does Tim even know how good you are? I bet he doesn’t. You’ve probably not sucked his cock in years,” My voice goaded poor Lisa. The video showed my hand lifting and plunging the dildo repeatedly into Lisa’s mouth and, at one point, pushing it deep and holding it for long seconds.

My hand pulled the sizeable purple dildo from the bound woman’s mouth and lay it on her sternum, right between her plump breasts. Lisa gasped deeply for air. Saliva shimmered on her chin. My hand then came up and lightly slapped her before smearing her saliva everywhere.

“She loved it so much. You can’t see it in the video, but she was grinding against my thigh the whole time.” I whispered into Kara’s ear, and she let another light moan escape her lips as I tickled my nose against her ear. I took the opportunity to rearrange myself, lifting my left foot slightly and hugging it around Kara’s hip, resting my heel in the centre of her crossed legs, just above her sex.

The camera then panned back to the arrangement of toys, “I simply love your toy collection, slave. You’ve far more than me, though what should I expect from a slut like you,” my voice said. My hand reached out and grabbed a thin silver chain. Lifting it, you could see a tiny metal clothespin with rubber ends dangling from each chain end.

“I would have never guessed you to be such a pervert, Lisa. You’ve so many kinky toys here.” I said before jingling the chain up and down, letting the sound ring out to the blindfolded woman. Lisa was still panting from the oral she’d just performed on the dildo, but there was a quizzical look on her face as she tried to place the sound.

“Don’t worry, slave. You’ll get your reward. After you’ve earned it.” My hand pinched one of the tiny clothespins open and then closed it on Lisa’s left nipple. The girl gasped in surprise.

Kara was so into the video that I decided to surprise her. I pinched her nipple in time with the video, and she gasped and hissed in time with Lisa. I giggled and relaxed my pinch.

“Have you ever had nipple clamps on?” I said huskily into Kara’s ear. I used my nose to tickle her ear again slightly before biting her earlobe softly with my lips. I felt Kara shiver at the tickle, then moan at the nip. I was enjoying myself far too much with all of this.

“I-I’ve not…” Kara whispered, not daring to be louder than the sounds of the video recording.

“You’ve not, what, Kitten?” I said softly into Kara’s ear as my thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled at Kara’s nipple through her shirt. I kept in time with the video, as Lisa’s right nipple was now pinched with the nipple clamp.

“I-I’ve never had n-nipple clamps on, Miss… er, nnn… Ami,” Kara corrected herself at the last moment with a groan. It gave me great insight into how much I was affecting her.

Kara has been such a sweetheart since I met her when she interviewed me for the apartment. Every day, her words and actions prove that she is a caring and affectionate person. She always thinks of others and does her best to please them.

Though she is several years younger than me, I can’t help but admire her success and ambition. Unlike me, who jumps from so-so job to so-so job, waitressing for gratuity, Kara has worked for several big-time companies, sometimes leading teams of people. She has been big into photography in her off time, especially landscapes and beautiful night skies. Her pictures capture my imagination and never fail to impress.

This probably explains why she picked this apartment. The view from the balcony is amazing.

So, to see and feel Kara here, slumping slightly to bring her sex into better contact with my heel, while I grope and molest her, all while watching a recording of me helping my former manager commit adultery… Well, it was a bit much.

My pulse might be going even faster than Kara’s as we watched.

I could feel Kara lightly grinding herself against my heel, her pelvis sawing in slow, gentle motions as Lisa’s sounds whimpered through the screen. The picture showed the middle of the silver chain pulled to Lisa’s mouth. My hand was pistoning that large purple vibrator in and out of Lisa. Long pulls out and deep thrusts forward, each motion sending waves that can be seen through Lisa’s body.

“Fuck, look at how well you take this cock, slave. You’re lucky I’ve made an impromptu gag of this chain. Otherwise, I’m certain your screams would bring the whole party up here. They would all get to see how slutty their manager really is.” My voice cruelly comes through the video.

“Mmmhmm, Y-ess Misssss Ami,” Lisa attempted to talk. Each movement of her jaw and chin pulled on the silver chain connected to her swollen nipples. Her plump breasts undulated with each push and pull of my arm. My laughter could be heard in the video.

“As much as she pissed me off at work, she really does have some amazing tits,” I purred into Kara’s ears as I continued to roll my thumb and forefinger on her hard nipple, the rest of my hand gently squeezed her left breast.

“Nnn… She really does…” Kara groaned slightly, a tinge of envy in her voice. Like me, Kara wasn’t particularly big-chested. At least… not when compared to Lisa. Those mighty pillows on Lisa’s chest continue to sway and jostle as she moans around the silver chain in her mouth. Kara continued to rub herself against my heel.

*BZZZ, BZZZ, BZZZ*

Kara and I were startled by the sudden noise. My phone’s alarm shook with vibrations before a chiming jingle. “Fuck! That’s my alarm to remind me about my job interview this afternoon.” I said while shifting to un-knot myself from Kara.

“Oh, my goodness. That video was intense.” Kara said, climbing free of my lap and crawling to the other end of the couch.

“Yeah, and to think, I almost didn’t go to that staff party. You’ve no idea how bitchy she was. All night, she kept beside me, grumbling about shit from work. Talking about how ‘nobody does shit,’ and crap. Fuck me. I was so frustrated with her.” I said to Kara while turning off my phone’s alarm. I had set it for a two-hour reminder to get my ass in gear. I kept another one to go off in another twenty minutes.

I had some time still.

“How the hell did you go from trying to avoid her at a party to tying her down and fucking her on her bed?” Kara asked.

“Honestly, it’s a little hazy for me. I’d been drinking.” I said, then pinched my chin as I tried to remember what led to that situation. “I do remember at one point telling her something like ‘maybe you just need a good fucking.’ And that Tim was probably too much of a pussy to fuck the’… Hmmm, is that what I said?” It was truly hard for me to remember the conversation well.

“I can’t remember exactly what I said. I remember that afterwards, she started making passes at me, pinching my ass and stuff. One thing led to another, and she offered to show me her ‘collection’ of toys. My goodness, you should have seen the cupboards of toys.”

Kara leaned in, more and more interested.

“After that party, I resign. I couldn’t keep working there.” I said with a sigh.

“I can imagine. Working with your manager after something like that… You dominated her so thoroughly…” Kara said. Her eyes looked past me as if she were envisioning something.

“Not so much that… Tim walked in on us; it was a real mood killer.” I said, chuckling at the awkward memory. “I’m probably lucky to have at least gotten my last paycheck. After that party, I just never went back to work. I wonder if they are still married.”

Kara looked dumbstruck about the whole situation. “I had better get ready. I need to look presentable. Wish me luck.” I said before getting up, going to shower, and changing.

**

Sitting on the bus, I stared at Lisa’s email on my phone. It had been sent a few days ago, but I’d never read it. Instead, I put it into the deleted folder. After watching that video again with Kara, I thought about Lisa. What was it that she wanted to say to me?

I pulled the email from the deleted folder and read it.

Dear Ami,

Or, should I say, Miss Ami,

I’ve never experienced such a thrilling night. I want to see you again. I need to see you again.

I know you are wondering about Tim… I’ve had words with him. He is also looking forward to seeing you again. He needs to apologise for those awful things he said.

Please, Miss, I will do anything to make things up to you. We, Tim and I, wish to make things right.

Hopefully, your new slave, Lisa.

Wow…

That seemed a bit much. I mean, the sex was good. I did very much enjoy getting my revenge on Lisa for those years of putting up with her bullshit. Also, Tim came around on things… That seemed hard to believe. I wondered how much of all this was Lisa’s doing? Maybe Tim just wasn’t satisfying her sexually. She did seem to melt as soon as I became rough with her.

A thought came up. One that would help me land this new job. Leaving the restaurant the way I had didn’t exactly leave an opportunity to get a recommendation from my previous employer. If Lisa was indeed head over heels for me, maybe I could get a good recommendation from her for this new restaurant. It was at least worth a try…

After I got off the bus, I called Lisa. There were still twenty-five minutes until I was to be there for my interview, and I could spare some time if it improved my odds.

“Feast Street Kitchen, Gale speaking,” Gale said, answering the phone after two rings.

“Gale! It’s good to hear from you. What are you still doing working at that dump?” I said jokingly, a little louder than I’d meant to. A few people on the sidewalk gave me a funny look. What else could I do but smile and wink?

“Ami? Shit. What happened? I saw you at the company get-together for a few hours; then you were gone. I figured you got into a fistfight with Lisa and left.” Gale said, sounding perplexed.

Did Gale not know?

If Gale didn’t know, then probably nobody at Feast Street knew. Restaurant staff gossip like crazy. There was a big part of me that wanted to brag about fucking the stick out of the manager’s ass, but that wouldn’t do, not if I were going to ask her a favour right away.

“It’s a bit complicated. Is Lisa there?” I asked.

“Yeah, hold on, I’ll let her know it’s you,” Gale told me before putting me on hold. The lame hold music played, and I rolled my eyes.

“Hello, Miss… Er, hello, Ami,” Lisa said a few moments later. I suspected she was standing near the reception desk and not in her office. It would explain her discretion. The tone in her voice was telling. She sounded starved, and I was the oasis she sought. I could use this.

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