The Submission of Sara Williams (Mistress MessedupRP & Samanthab)

[Samanthab]

Sara had turned eighteen the week before school let out, she was now an adult...sort of an adult. Not the kind of adult who could not buy alcohol or drink it without parental consent still. And no smokes, not that she would do that, she didn't even like those vape things that everyone seemed to be into. But she was an adult...again, sort of. And how did she celebrate her newfound sort of adulthood...by house-sitting for Margaret Dunmyer.

Margaret was an old friend of her parents, though Sara was unsure of how far back they went. But they were apparently close enough that when Margaret had to leave to go out of town on business they had recommended Sara watch the house for her. All in all it wasn't a bad gig, it got her out of her parents house for a week, she was free to eat whatever was in the kitchen, plus Margaret had left plenty of money for her to eat out and do some other activities, she had said it wasn't her intention to keep Sara locked up and bored the whole week. And on top of all that she would be getting two hundred dollars at the end of the week, which was just the amount left that Sara needed to fix up her 1970 Charger.

But it would figure, that today, the day when Margaret was suposed to come home, later that night supposedly, Sara would run out of things to do. No good movies were playing, none of her friends were available so the water park was out and worst of all Jake was out of town so she couldnt go to the local gay bar with him so they could hook up with any prospective interests while his parents and hers thought they were going out together.

Sara was a closet lesbian, she had tried the whole bi-curious thing and...well it was a no go, good for those who were into both men and women, it just wasnt her thing. She was also still a virgin. She had gone through all of high school without losing it, she didnt know whether to be proud or not. It was almost like a right of passage for a high schooler, but she had been determined she wasnt going to give it up to just anybody.

Then there was that whole closet part, not that her parents wouldnt support her if she came out, but they...well they had pretty much planned out her entire life and being gay wasnt part of their plan. She didnt know how to tell them that the girl they thought she was...well it wasnt her.

So here she was sitting in Margaret Dunmyer's living room with nothing to do. Well at least she got to wear what she liked over here. Usually at hiome she had to make due with jeans and nice t-shirts at her grungiest and dresses, blouses and other frou frou stuff that her mother liked. Here it was all dark colors and mostly leather. She just loved the feel of leather against her skin. It was such a turn on that she wouldnt wear panties or a bra when she would get away with it.

"Bored!" She said out loud as she stood and looked through the blu-ray rack for what must have been the thousandth time. Thats when she noticed it though. A small jewel case neatly tucked away, it was easy to see why Sara had missed it so often. Her curiosity getting the better of her she opened the case and saw a blank disk and a key. Taking both out she pocketed the key and popped the disk into the blu-ray player.

The sight that met her made her gasp but her eyes never left the screen. Margaret Dunmyer, her parents friend was naked onscreen and fucking the shit out of a girl, probably only a couple years older than Sara. And this girl was tied up. But there was no look of horror on the other girls face. She...she wasnt being raped, at least she looked to be having too much fun. Without her really noticing Sara's right hand slipped down under her leather pants a began t rub her pussy vigorously, while her other hand brushed her long red hair out of her face.

She stared transfixed at the older blonde haired woman, her larger bust bouncing up and down as she thrust hard into the young woman. Sara let out a soft moan as she watched her hand going faster. The wetness between her legs growing as she dipped a finger into her pussy, not deep but enough that it drew out a gasp.

Desperately she pulled at the button to her leather pants, wanting to get them off when the key fell out of her pocket. She paused looking at it. The key looked like it belonged to a room in the house. thats when it hit her, the only door in the house that had been locked. She had wondered what was down there. Forgetting about the blu-ray and leaving it running she stood, picking up the key as she went. Going to the locked door she slipped the key in and opened it.

A long flight of stairs leading down met her gaze and with a deep breath she descended. It only took a few seconds to reach the bottom where she was met by a heavy wooden door. Heaving it open she paused at the threshold. IT was the room from the blu-ray, an entire playroom...but it looked like some sort of medieval dungeon.

Stepping in Sara walked over to a cabinet and opened it. Toys she hadnt even known existed met her and she took one out. She thought she had seen something like it before. that had been called a ball gag, but this had not only the strap that went around the head but one that went ove it as well and connected to the others.

Curiosity overrode common sense and Sara slipped the ball into her mouth and after several minutes of fumbling did it up in the back. There was a small padlock and thinking the key was in the cabinet she locked it without another thought. The next thing that caught her eye were a pair of leather boots with extreme arches, they looked slightly scary, but once more curiosity won out and Sara kicked off her own boots and struggled to put the new ones on. This took even longer than the gag and by the time they were both on and locked Sara was a sweaty mess.

Drool was coing out the side of her mouth and she began to think now was a good time to take the gag off when she saw a pair of leather cuff that looked to be attached to a leather belt. There was a length of chain running from the cuffs to the belt. Enough that she could reach the keys that should be in the cabinet but she would have to undo the wrist restraints before anything else.

She couldnt help it. Her mother always sad curiosity would be the death of her. She locked on those restraints too. Hobbling over to a mirror she laughed at how she looked and walked in a few circles, laughing through the gag all the while. The heels hurt, but it wasnt too unbearable and overall it seemed kind of...well fun.

 

[CatScrezatio]

Margaret Dunmyer wasn't having a good day. She was supposed to be lounging on a beach in Hawaii as her plans had suggested. But of course one of the interns on the firm's vacation had an allergic reaction to some shrimp. The intern was fine now, but Margaret was driving home several days early. To make matters worse, she couldn't get hold of the young woman watching her home. Margaret bit her lip at the thought of that lovely little woman sitting in her home. Margaret was open about her lesbianism, open and very proud of it, but there was another thing she was less open about, but no less proud of. Margaret idly pulled into her garage, opening the door into her home while her garage closed. The lawyer stepped inside and immediately called out, "Sarah! Sorry to be barging in, I came home early. I was trying to get your attention but you wouldn't pick up."

She walked into her living room and her face fell. The tape was playing. Margaret immediately turned off her blu-ray player and tossed her suitcases down. She ran to the door to the basement, cursing softly as she gazed down the stairs. Margaret quickly descended and sighed at the sight she was greeted by. But her disappointment and unease quickly turned to a sly grin. She stepped in slower, she was dressed in jeans and a red sweater, her brown hair framing her pale face. Margaret's presence commanded power. "Well well well... I hire you to look after my house and what do you do? You go through my things, watch my private tapes and get yourself caught up in my toys?" Margaret grabbed Sarah by the belt and pulled her close. One hand squeezed Sarah's ass while the other stroked her cheek. "Don't be scared... I won't tell anyone if you won't. No, in fact, we're going to make a little deal." She let go of Sarah and walked towards the cabinet, seemingly to get the keys. Instead, she took a chain that was attached to a large ring in the wall and locked it to the belt, keeping Sarah leashed to the wall.

Margaret did however release Sarah's hands from the belt, keeping the belt and cuffs on her body but unclipping them from each other. "All these type are locked on your body. But... Your clothes can come off quite easily. I'm going to put my things away and get a glass of water. When I come back, I expect you to be naked and kneeling on the floor like a good girl or I'll be telling your parents all about your little escapades in my home." Margaret gave Sarah a kiss on the cheek and left the basement, locking the door behind her. The lawyer took her time, drinking a tall glass of water, undressing to her bra and a pair of boy shorts and bringing her luggage up to her bedroom.

Margaret was an experienced domme. She had spent two years as a submissive before she realized she liked control so much more. Sarah was not the first woman to find herself trapped in Margaret's dominant web but she was already Margaret's favorite. She looked adorable in bondage and the look in Sarah's eyes said she was a true submissive girl. The kind of girl that Margaret would gladly take for herself.

The mistress grabbed a riding crop and a camera then went back downstairs. She smiled at Sarah as she walked in and looked her over. "Bondage agrees with you Sarah. You just look adorable in leather, and chains go so well with your complexion." She set the camera in a tripod and turned it toward Sarah. "Now... Pose for the camera." She took three photographs of the naked young woman, each one eliciting more of a grin then the last, once she was finished, Margaret set the camera aside. "Those are set to go directly to my cloud. All mine now... Now, let's discuss your situation." She locked Sarah'a hands back down and stood in front of her, cupping her chin with one hand while her other hand dragged the end of the riding crop over Sarah's pussy.

"You've been a bad girl. Very bad, and you saw some things you shouldn't have seen. So here's my deal. You are going to endure my domination this once, act as my slave for the rest of the night until I release you in the morning. You will do everything I tell you and obey each command. I will fuck you however I please, wherever I please as I am your owner. After that, you will go home and tell your parents that I came home early and paid you in full. We will never speak of this day again. In exchange, those pictures disappear and you will be given double our initial agreed upon price. 400 dollars instead of 200, these are your terms. Accept them, or I will be telling your parents all about your little excursion down here."

 

[Samanthab]

Sara was having too much fun to notice the sound of the garage door opening, but she couldnt help but hear Ms. Dunmeyer calling for her. In a panic Sara stumbled over to the closet and tried to reach up to seach for the keys, but her fingertips only barely touched the bottom most shelf. With a grunt of effort she tried moving closer until the boots on her feet were bumping up against the cupboard. Biting down hard on the ball in her mouth she grunted and strained, puling at the chain, stretching out her fingers as she tried to sweep her hand over the shelf, but she couldnt see or feel any keys.

She let out a small squeak and jumped, almost tipping over onto her ass when she heard the older woman's voice behind her. Quickly she tried to shuffle away but she couldn't hide the state she was in. She knew she was a sweaty mess in her clothes and she could feel the drool running out her mouth and down her chin as she looked toward the brunette. She flinched and tried to shuffle away as Margaret strode toward her and grabbed her by the belt restraining her hands. Sara gasped when she felt the older woman grope her ass, her pussy throbbed at the touch and she let out a low moan. Sara relaxed when Margaret told her she had no intention of telling her parents, Sara would never have been able to explain this to them but she let out a grunt of surprise and looked up questioningly as the belt around her was locked to a chain on the wall.

As soon as her arms were unlocked Sara reached up to try to undo the gag, whimpering and grunting as she fumbled with the straps. Her fingers brushed against the small padlock however and she remembered that she had locked it on as well. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought miserably to herself. As Margaret began to speak again Sara listened to what she was saying, a pit forming in her stomach as she was commanded to strip. Her head shot up when the older woman delivered her ultimatum. "Pheaph, ooo!" Sara tried to wail through the gag. "On ell y phareph!" She begged Margarent not to tell on her. But the older woman was already leaving and Sara knew she had no choice.

As soon as the door was closed Sara began to strip, her corset and shirt were easy and she had no underwear on today but her pants, that took some effort, First she had to pull them free of the boots then slide them off her body. She was grunting and hissing out breath as she finally threw them in a pile with everything else and then knelt on the floor waiting for Ms. Dunmeyer to come back.

When the older woman finally came back and began setting up the camera Sara blushed and looked away, trying to cover her body as she did, she shuddered when she heard the click of the shutter n the camera, not wanting to look up. But she was forced to when Margaret cupped her chin, forcing the young woman to look into her eyes. Sara let out a whimper and her whole body shuddered as she felt the crop rub along her pussy. She could feel her juices starting to leak out and was surprised at how aroused she was suddenly becoming. Sara felt the cuffs lock back on her wrists and she pulled against them even as she kept her eyes on Ms Dunmeyer.

The young woman shuddered as her parents friend told her that she was going to fuck her, but it was a shudder of well...excitement. She had known Ms. Dunmeyer a bit due to her friendship with Sara's parents but had never really thought of her in any sort of romantic or sexual way, but now, now seeing her like this, she let out another moan, one of pleasure.

 

[CatScrezatio]

Margaret smiled as she heard Sarah moan. "Good girl. Moan for me like a cheap slut." She slapped Sarah across the breasts, grabbing her neck in one hand. Her grip was loose but commanding. "You're my bitch now. My slave. It will be your duty to obey your mistress. I expect your best behavior while you are in my home." She unlocked the gag with a key hanging from her neck, tossing the gag aside. "There. I have plans for that mouth. I need it ready for now."

Margaret quickly released Sarah, from her bonds, keeling the cuffs, collar and belt in place but letting them free from the wall. She then led Sarah to the center od the room and stood her there. She first shackled one of Sara's ankles to the ground, then secured a spreader bar between her ankles, securing the other one next. She pulled Sarah's arms behind her and locked them in place too. Then bent her over. Margaret took a pair of clothes clamps and secured each one on one of Sarah's nipples, a thin chain ran between them. She toolw the opportunity to tug the chain playfully and laugh.

Margaret efficiently lockdd the chain connrcting the clamps to the floor, keeping Sarah bent over. If she pulled back, the clamps and her nipples would be pulled. Margaret finished by securing her wrist cuffs to the ceiling to keep her from leaning forward too far and pushing a metal ring gag into Sarah's mouth. Once she was satisfied, the dominatrix grabbed a bottle of oil and slowly began oiling Sarah's body. "I want you nice and slick, shiny as can be. Your first day here will be hard but I need to punish that pussy for being so bad. I think we'll start with clamps and weights, then work my speculum into your asshole. Ill give you a nice enema washing and after a few hours of edging and worshipping my body, Ill tie you to my bed and fuck you to orgasm."

 

[Samanthab]

Sara let out a squeal as her breasts were slapped and drool ran from the corners of her mouth dripping down onto them, her breathing was coming in excited pants now and she nodded at Margaret letting her know she understood. when Margaret unlocked the gag and removed it from her mouth Sara stretched her jaw before looking up at the other woman. Unsure of herself she said. "I...I understand Margaret."

As her arms were once more unlocked from the belt and the chain released from the wall Sara didnt put up a fight or any sort of resistance. Her own pussy was a dripping mess and she was both incredibly excited and nervous for what lay in store for her. She looked down as her Feet were locked into the spreader bar and she wobbled a little trying to keep her balance. Once more she never resisted as she was bent over. That is until the clamps were attached to her nipples. She screamed as the first one was attached and jerked up trying to get away but the spreader bar kept her from doing more than a shuffle and Margaret's strong hand kept her bent over.

She was helpless as both of her overtly sensitive nipples were clamped and chained to the floor. She shuddered as she tried to straiten and the pull on her nipples made her quickly stop. She felt cuffs go around her wrists next and then something was attached. "Whats that?" She asked nervously and squealed again as her arms were hauled up bending her over a little more and completely exposing her ass and pussy.

When the ring gag was pressed against her lips she opened her mouth with a nervous whimper and felt it lock tightly around her head. It forced her tongue out slightly and she grunted as she tried to shift and move in her new position. She heard Margaret speak behind her then felt her rubbing something warm and soothing over her body. Slowly she began to relax and let out soft mewling noises at the other womans touch. It wasnt until Margaret began to describe what she was about to do that Sara let out a questioning gurgle and tried to look back at her.

 

[CatScrezatio]

Margaret gave Sarah's ass a gentle squeeze. She smiled softly and ran a finger over the bound girl's asshole. "Don't be nervous. It will feel strange, but you'll like the pain. It's nice. Now I'm probably going to divert off that little plan, but we need to start with your punishment I'm afraid. But... This is your first time... Well use clothespins instead."

Margaret grabbed a handful and knelt down behind Sarah. She ran one over her clit before closing the clothespin on Sarah's pussy lips. She put five on each lip, slowly adding them one by one, then she finally added one right on Sarah's clit. The dominatrix strung fishing line through all the clothespins so that she could pull them all off at once and then gave Sarah's buttock a kiss. "Mm, you're taking this well. Well add one more thing and then be done with this for now."

The woman walked away and returned with a set of clover camps attached by a chain. She held them in front of Sarah, "do you know what these are? Do you know where they go? They to right here." She clipped the first one onto Sarah's right nipple, "and here." She put the other on her left. Margaret gave the chain a tug then held up little weights. She attached them slowly, weight by weight. When she was satisfied, Margaret sat down on a stool nesrby and admired her handiwork. "Good girl. Those weights hurt don't they? Well, how about we solve that problem. If you do a good job licking my pussy, I'll take off those pesky weights while you lick."

She scooted the stool closer and cast her panties aside. Margaret spread her legs and smiled, grabbing Sarah's head and pushing her mouth into Margaret's pussy. "That gsg lets you lick me, so if you don't, I'll add more weights."

 

[Samanthab]

Sara moaned again as Margaret gave her ass a squeeze, she... she really liked the other woman touching her ass. She loved it in fact, she wanted more. But when she heard Margaret mention punishment she froze and let out a whimper behind her gag. She looked worridly at the woman as she explained a change in plans. Her whole body shuddered when she saw the older woman produce the clothespins and tried to shuffle away, but she was bound up in just such a way that she really couldnt move.

The first clothespin brushed against her clit and she let out a shaking gasp, her whole body jerking. Slowly the clothespins were added to her cunt lips and each one brought a small squeal of pain from Sara and she began to shake her head, almost pleading to have them taken off. When the last one was added to her clit she screamed and her legs almost gave out, causing her arms to be pulled up harder. Sara managed to straighten herself with some effort but her whole body was trembling. she didnt even feel the string get laced through them and had no idea what would happen there when her Mistress decided to remove them.

When Margaret brought out the evil looking clover clamps Sara looked up at her pleadingly, but it was no use and those clamps grought louder, shriller screams to her lips. Sara had always considered herself a tough timboy but this, she would do anything to get them off, she tried to blubber out something from behind the gag but it made no sense and when the weights were added and she could do was scream and shake her head. Had she been paying closer attention to her bodies reaction she would have noticed her pussy practically gushing at the treatment.

When Margaret sat down and scooted a stool toward her twlling her the way to get them off was to go down on her Sara stretched out as far as her bonds would allow and stretched out her tongue. Despite the infrequency that she had been able to do anything of the sort Sara considered herself a pretty well versed cunt licker and once Mistress Margaret's was in range she shoved her face into it earnestly and began with a good hard tongue fucking, burying her tongue as deep as it would go.

 

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Margaret chuckled at first, brushing Sara's hair back to look her in the eyes. "Mm, that's good. A bit amateurish, but I expect I'm only one of your firsts. Mm, you're good at tongue fucking, but there's so much more to try. Get the clit, the labia, so much to lick and taste. Explore a bit more." She guided Sara like this for several minutes, moaning occasionally. Slowly, her advice was replaced by moans; loud, encouraging moans.

"Ah yes! Good girl, right there. Ooh fuck, you're doing very well for someone as experienced as you are. Margaret took off the weights one at a time while Sara licked her pussy, she pushed her hips closer to the bound girl's mouth. "Mm, you act like you don't like the clamps, but your pussy is just gushing. Your wetness is dripping all over the floor." She held up a little mirror, angling it so that Sara could see, very clearly, the lustful juices of her pussy making a notable wet spot on the floor below her.

Margaret chuckled and set the mirror down. "I know the feeling. So caught up in the initial pain that you don't notice how much its turning you on. Well, I think there's been enough foreplay. I think its time I started fucking you, because the only way to get rid of a wet pussy like that, is with a good orgasm."

She smiled down at Sara and pulled her hips away. "Well come back to you licking me later baby, when you've earned the right to taste my orgasm. Now, if I take off those clamps and clothespins, and that gag, will you be a good girl and stay silent? And if I untie you, will you be a good girl and kneel on the floor awaiting orders? Either nod for yes, or shake your head for no. If you're honest, there will be no punishment, if you behave, we can go upstsirs and play in my bed instead of my dungeon. If you lie, and you scream or try to run, I'll show you just how little your punishment really was. It can get much much worse, or it can get much much better. What will it be?"

Margaret smiled at her, the devious smile of a lion that cornered and animal, she knew that Sara had no way to go and she was loving it, her hand slowly stroked Sara's cheek, comforting her, offering her happiness and comfort in her submission. The choice was clear.