All Change for Amy - Chapter 19 | Fet Library

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All Change for Amy

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BDSM
Erotic Rubber
Rubber Hood

Chapter 19 of 26

Chapter 19

As they drove home in Jack's sensible saloon, the Medway towns a blur of lights outside the windows, Jack was very pleased with how the evening had gone. "I think that went really well," he said, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "She seems very taken with you, Amy. Said you had a certain... presence."

Amy just nodded, her throat too tight to speak. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out with trembling fingers. There was a text from Geraldine. Well done, slut. My place tomorrow, 10:30. A wave of relief and dread washed over her. The test was over. She had passed. And the reward, or punishment, was waiting.

When they got back home, Jack, still buzzing from his business success, settled onto the sofa with his iPad. "Christ," she heard him say a moment later, his voice filled with a kind of morbid curiosity. "Look at this, Amy. You won't believe what people get up to."

She walked over to the sofa, her heart starting to pound for a new, terrifying reason. She looked down at the screen. It was Geraldine's website; she had supplied Jack with some privalige, a premium login ID. He was watching a clip from one of the latest streams. The title, in a garish, bold font, read 'Fun with my new toy'. And in the middle of the thumbnail picture was a person, securely bound, dressed in a tight, bright red rubber dress, their body convulsing in what was unmistakably an orgasm.

The world tilted on its axis. The walls of the room seemed to press in on her. The face was obscured by a red hood, the body distorted by the tight rubber and the bonds, but she knew. She knew with a certainty that felt like a physical blow. It was her. It was Geradine’s house. It was the wand, the straps, the humiliation. It was her broadcast to the world, to her husband. She put her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream building up inside her, a scream of pure, unadulterated horror. Jack was scrolling, his finger moving idly, about to tap on the video to watch his wife's degradation unfold in high definition.


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