Christina's Adventures Part 8 (Date with Amin)
After lying there for about 30 minutes, my body calmed down. Getting up from the bed, I felt threads of lubrication stretching from my hole; there was a large wet spot on the bed, resembling a lake.
I took off the sheet, put it in the washing machine, and got into the shower. The warm water gently soothed me. Bringing my hand to my hole, I felt its swollen ring, into which two fingers easily slipped.
Wrapped in a towel, I stepped out of the shower and got lost in my phone. I opened an app where you could see how other people save contacts in their phones. I got curious and decided to look at Victoria's contacts: Vika trainer, Victoria gym, Victoria mommy,
Victoria club, Victoria strap-on, Victoria mistress.I became even more curious about what Victoria does in her free time. After sending a screenshot to Lisa, I continued browsing the contacts but found nothing new or interesting there.
Lisa sent me a link to some anonymous meetup club. Entering the site, I recognized Victoria's figure in the very first picture—with her legs spread apart, a guy in a latex suit sitting between them.
Goosebumps ran down my body, and my heart suddenly raced. I started exploring the site; it had a lot of information about themed parties in different styles: BDSM, gang bang, lesbian, bi, gay, strap-on night.
Reading the party descriptions, I got aroused and blushed. I decided to tease Lisa and wrote to her.
Me: — Wanna go to a party?
Lisa: — Which one?
Me: — Well, choose, there are lots.
Lisa: — The nearest BDSM one is in a week, I'd go!
Me: — Is there anything you'd refuse?
Lisa: — Well, probably not))
I spent the rest of the day on my phone and watching series.
The next morning, Amin wrote.
Amin: — Hey beautiful, I'm back tomorrow!
Me: — Hi, yay, I missed you so much!)
Amin: — I want to see you tonight and steal you for the whole night!
Me: — I'll be waiting for you!)
My mood was sky-high, and I felt like jumping for joy. Finally, we'd spend time together, and not in a car.
I texted Victoria and asked to reschedule the training for today. She agreed, and three hours later I was at the gym.
Putting on my new bodysuit, I approached the mirror.
The bodysuit hugged my body like a second skin—every graceful curve of my waist, accentuated by the corset insert, looked flawless. I ran my hands over my hips, feeling the fabric stretch over the curves, highlighting every tempting contour.
Entering the gym, I saw Victoria. She was training a girl who was all red and sweaty. Victoria was encouraging her with her commanding voice.
Moving closer and sitting on a bench, I began to study Victoria.
She looked like a living illustration from a fitness magazine—every detail of her image screamed strength and discipline. Scarlet bike shorts made of thick compression material hugged her powerful quadriceps, emphasizing every defined curve. With each movement, the backs of her thighs tensed, showcasing perfectly sculpted hamstrings, as if carved from marble.
A tight red top restrained her firm breasts but couldn't hide their lift with each deep breath. Her broad back, resembling spread wings, gave an impression of incredible power—every muscle was visible through the thin fabric, especially when she leaned over to tighten the laces on her massive sneakers.
White socks, pulled taut to mid-calf, contrasted with her tanned skin. And when she squatted, her entire silhouette turned into an anatomy textbook—her glutes tensed, becoming round like ripe melons, and her thighs trembled with exertion, demonstrating strength.
Her jet-black hair, gathered in a high ponytail, shone under the light like a silk cord. Every time she turned her head, the ponytail swung through the air, revealing her powerful neck and sloping shoulders—a true Amazon of the modern world.
I watched her, biting my lip. A real mistress, I thought.
Slapping the girl on the butt and saying "We're done," she turned her head and, seeing me, beckoned me with her index finger. Her dark eyes with a predatory gaze caught mine and held it; I walked towards her, looking into her eyes as if in a trance. Approaching her, she took a step and stood right in front of me. My face was level with her chest, which moved slowly with each breath.
Victoria: — Hey little one! (she said in a bassy voice)
Me: — Hello! (I said, feeling a bit shy)
Victoria: — I love it when people use formal 'you' with me! You're great, I like you. Let's see if you can handle me and my workouts!
Me: — I think I can manage, I'm used to working hard!
Victoria: — What a smart girl! Give me the hair tie, I'll put your hair up, and let's go torture you!
I turned my back, and Victoria took my hair, pulling it back tightly. I instinctively pushed my butt back, pressing against her legs. Her strong hands held my hair; the slight pain was arousing, and I wanted to obey her every word.
Victoria: — Such pleasant, soft hair. Hair says a lot about people, you know.
Me: — Yeah, mine definitely don't lie about me.
Victoria: — All done, let's go!
The workout was very dynamic. Victoria commanded me, and every time I did an exercise incorrectly, she spanked me, making my butt burn.
Victoria: — Hop! We're done. Rest for five minutes, then we go for barbell squats.
I wiped sweat from my neck and face. I was terribly hot and unzipped my bodysuit; my chest was exposed and glistening with sweat. Victoria fixed her gaze on the cleavage.
Victoria: — Beautiful! (she said admiringly)
Me: — Thank you! (I smiled politely, feeling a bit embarrassed)
After demonstrating the technique, Victoria added weight to the barbell and commanded me to start. I positioned myself under the bar; Victoria stood behind me, watching my movements.
Victoria: — That's it, yes, good girl, slooowly, smoooothly, let that butt work, stretch it.
Her voice sounded as if we weren't working out but having sex. On the last set, I had no strength left; my muscles were burning and aching. Victoria said she'd spot me. Standing behind, she wrapped her arms around me and spread her legs wide.
Victoria: — Slowly down and slowly up, don't rush, I'm right here, little one! (she whispered gently and tenderly in my ear)
We began the movement. Her hands slid lower on my stomach and pulled back slightly; my butt stuck out more and pressed against her pubic area. Her breath from behind was arousing and gave me strength.
Victoria: — Thaaat's it, don't rush, up, down, breathe, inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth. (she whispered in a chesty voice)
My exhales sounded like quiet moans. Victoria squeezed me tighter and didn't let me stop. Hearing "three more reps" made it easier.
Victoria: — Done! Wow, hot stuff, I thought you'd start whining! Good job, little one. (she said with a wide, pleased smile)
Me: — I told you I don't give up easily!
Victoria: — Well done, I'll keep training you.
Me: — Thank you!
We said goodbye, and I went to shower and get ready to go home. Before leaving, I decided to stop by the bar to see Alinka.
Me: — Hi!
Alinka: — Hey, the usual for you?
Me: — Yeah, and a cookie too, the workout was tough!
Alinka: — Ooh, so how was the first training with Victoria?
Me: — It was something else! She's such a dominant woman!
Alina: — Yeah, that's for sure. She's very strict and demanding, but if you obey her, she rewards you well! (Her cheeks started to blush)
Me: — Do you train with her?
Alina: — Well, you could say that...
Her answer seemed suspicious. I'd never seen Alina go beyond the treadmill. And she looked simply neat and cute: shoulder-length blonde hair, thin lips, slender shoulders and arms, a small butt, a narrow tummy, short legs, but her breasts were bigger than mine. At 165 cm, she looked good.
Me: — Let's exchange numbers, in case there are any sports nutrition promotions or other interesting stuff!
Alina: — Sure, write it down.
Back home, I went into the contact-sharing app and found Alina. There weren't many entries, mostly related to the gym and university, but there was one interesting one: Alina submissive hole.
My interest and imagination were piqued; a kind of excitement arose. I found Victoria and Alina on social media. Scrolling through, I found no hints that they spent time together. Alina had typical photos with girlfriends, and Victoria had gym and competition photos. Going into her friends list, I found her second page: Victoria Dominatrix. Her profile picture was a photo of her wearing a leather mask with shiny studs covering her eyes and forehead. The rest of the page was private, and besides the profile picture, there was nothing else. The BDSM theme aroused me, but with men, not women—though Victoria fit the description of a mistress, and that turned me on.
I decided to distract myself and do some chores. After dealing with tasks and having dinner with my mom, I went to bed, anticipating the evening with Amin. A lingerie set waited on the shelf for its debut.
Waking up and checking the clock, I saw it was 10 AM. Jumping up, I started getting ready for the beauty salon. As luck would have it, taxis weren't accepting orders, and time was tight—I needed to be there by 1 PM. But hooray, there was an available car right outside my house. Getting in, I smelled the driver's cigarettes and sweat—not business class, but okay, the main thing was to make it. It was +15°C outside, and the radio forecasted rain for the evening, but the weather didn't upset me; I eagerly awaited tonight, full of anticipation.
I burst into the salon and collapsed into the chair with a sigh. Master Anna came up behind me and ran her fingers through my hair.
Anna: — So, tell me, what are we preparing for?
Me: — A date tonight!
Anna saw the fire in my eyes and understood everything!
Anna: — Okay, let's create a look that challenges him. How long since you last saw each other?
Me: — 5-6 days ago.
Anna: — Then curls that will flow and bounce with movement, and we'll add shine to your hair with gel!
Anna: — Done, and it didn't even take long!
I shook my head; my hair felt alive, moving in sync with my motions. The curled locks added volume and waves. The shine made my hair glow, reflecting light like glass.
Anna took my hand and dragged me to get my nails done.
While I chose colors, the technician worked on my feet, making the nails neat and the heel skin as soft as a baby's. I chose blood-red for my hands and a deep purple-black with a pearlescent shimmer for my feet.
After finishing at the salon, I headed home, thinking about what makeup to do, admiring my nails, and imagining how I'd dig them into Amin's skin.
Getting home and stripping down to just my panties, I continued getting ready. Twirling in front of the mirror and admiring myself, I felt arousal from the upcoming night, remembered the plug, and went to the shower to prepare for it.
Coming out of the shower, I got a text from Amin: at 7:00 PM, he promised to steal me from home. It was already 5 PM; I sat down to do my makeup. Finishing and putting on new lingerie, I didn't recognize myself.
Lisa: — Oho-ho, who's this escort?)
Me: — Hahaha, is it too slutty?
Lisa: — I'd go down on you!)
Me: — Thanks, girlfriend, but Amin will be doing that tonight!)
Lisa: — Text me when you have time!)
I wonder where we're going tonight?—a playful thought flashed through my mind.
For a second, I even imagined walking out to Amin wrapped only in a coat, with sexy lingerie underneath… But if he planned dinner at some fancy restaurant, that act would definitely fail spectacularly. Deciding not to risk it, I put on a super-tight dress just below the knee with a slit along the leg that went up to the stocking garter.
Amin texted that he'd be at my place in 5 minutes; my legs treacherously started to buckle from excitement. The plug made itself known when I clenched my muscles. Throwing on my coat and grabbing my bag, I slammed the door behind me.
Exiting the building, a huge white Range Rover awaited me, its powerful engine rumbling low, seeming like a living creature—a predator patiently waiting for its prey. Amin came out to meet me in dark gray pants and a black polo shirt; the same gold Rolex was on his wrist. His shiny black hair was slicked back, and his beard was neatly trimmed. His gaze slid over my silhouette with such admiration that blood rushed to my cheeks.
Amin: — You look dazzling… (he whispered, bringing my fingers to his lips)
His kiss on the back of my hand burned my skin, and I barely suppressed a shiver. As I slid into the leather seat, the tight dress rode up, revealing the flowers on my stocking garter. At that moment, the plug unexpectedly went deeper, making my lips twitch nervously and my fingers grip the armrest.
Amin, noticing my reaction, smiled almost imperceptibly, as if reading my thoughts.
Amin: — You look today like you know something I don't…
Amin ran his finger along my exposed knee as the Range Rover purred softly, pulling onto Novy Arbat.
I bit my lip, feeling his touch leave a hot trail.
Me: — Maybe I just have a guess… where we're going.
Amin: — Oh?
He deliberately paused, shifting his gaze from the road to my slit.
Amin: — Then tell me, so I can check your intuition.
Me: — If I guess right… (I slowly ran my hand over my thigh)—what do I get as a reward?
The cabin filled with the scent of expensive perfume and something dangerous. Amin suddenly accelerated, pressing me into the seat; the pleasant purring sound changed to a loud, powerful roar.
Amin: — Something worth wearing that dress for.
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