It was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon when Amanda shoved a piece of ice, the long half-moonshape, up Sammy's pussy before cupping her hand around the cunt to hold the ice in place. And it was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon when Sammy woke from her trance after having came so many times earlier that day, screaming at the sensation of the ice melting in her pussy and making her body shiver from the waist up. Sammy jerked straight up from the torture chamber's table, running her face straight into Amanda's breasts, where the laughing mistress held the face very closely.
"Nice to have you awake again, cunt. I was worried these lovely pillows would have put you in a sleep too great for you to wake up."
Sammy was still whimpering from the ice, and still shaking from the absolute chill against the normally-hottest part of her whole body. But she managed to compose herself enough to try to pull back to talk, and was pushed straight back into Amanda's breasts, squishing them against her chest. "Talk there. You apparently love this chest so much..."
Sammy smiled and moaned into Amanda's chest, "I'm sorry for sleeping so long, you just made me so comfy-y, and I do love your boobs."
Amanda laughed and pulled her shirt up before pulling out her bra, wrapping the strap around Sammy's head to snap it in place, keeping her slave snug against her breasts before lowering her shirt again. "They're all yours, slave. I hope you learn to enjoy them."
Sammy moaned happily and started kissing Amanda's breasts the best she could while held so tight against them. Amanda moaned as Sammy started licking and kissing, sucking on the skin that found her lips as well as nuzzling her face lovingly against the two soft, squishy tits... until they hardened against her lips, to be sucked on.
Amanda moaned and pushed Sammy's face 'til she was snug between the boobs, held tight by the bra's strap. Amanda grabbed her breasts and pushed in, squishing Sammy's face with them, and started rubbing them up and down, practically tit-fucking Sammy's moaning face.
Sammy was already hard and ready for another good hour of being tortured, and Amanda knew it. But she had other ideas for now, and let Sammy out of her chest to breathe. Just as Sammy's breath was being caught, Amanda pushed Sammy back just enough that the two could kiss, tongues instantly intertwining and both the women were moaning against each others' lips in a kiss so passionate, it had been as if each kiss online were real between the two lovers.
Amanda pulled back with a happy, a truly pleased smile and tugged gently at Sammy's body, wanting her to follow. "Come, come, Sammy, let's go upstairs, it's more comfortable." Sammy smiled and stood up, the half-melted ice instantly dropping out of her pussy against the floor. Sammy happily followed Amanda, still naked and breasts jiggling in pleasure of bouncing after her mistress.
"Where are we going, mistress?" Sammy practically slammed into Amanda as soon as the lady stopped and turned to face Sammy with a face so soft and happy, Sammy could have melted on the spot.
"To the only room you'll ever want to kiss a woman in." Sammy smiled and allowed, and enjoyed, Amanda picking her wrists and pulling her up the stairs near where the two stopped. As soon as they were up, they hit a fork. "To the right is our room, but to the left..."
"Yes, yes?" Sammy was wiggly and wanted to find out, so bad, but Amanda only motioned and Sammy instantly bounded through the door. She almost had to cover her eyes from the sheer amount of pink, purple, and orange she saw... The room was themed so well for her, she could have swore it was made just FOR her. As soon as Amanda stepped in after her and flipped the light switch, lights didn't come on. Instead, a machine just next to the doorway started blowing bubbles in a slow, steady stream, reflecting the room's colors beautifully before Sammy's eyes. "I... this is..."
Amanda hugged Sammy and tucked their bodies snug against each other. "Amazing? Perfect? When we talked, I just knew you'd be mine. So I had this room made. Look around, cupcake..." And Sammy did, taking in the heart-shaped bed, candles all around, skin lotions on the shelves, spare bottles upon bottles of bubble mix for the machine, a computer with Amanda as the screen saver on, and to her surprise, a little oven with cupcake tins on top and shelves open with mix and ingredients showing. "You don't ever want to leave this room, do you?"
"Not even for bathroom breaks and work." Sammy couldn't help but step around, looking in disbelief at how much Amanda spent on her... "How did you... how did you afford all this, for me?"
Amanda smiled and led Sammy to the bed, slowly pulling the two bodies into the middle of the soft, sinking mattress. "I never did tell you my job... How else do you think I got all those toys? I run a sex toy store, specializing in bondage toys. That's how everything downstairs was so easy to attain. Also... I love women because a man tore my heart. He took my happiness, but I took his money, which is all he tried to win me with, so it was easy to get this house. Stocking it for you was surprisingly simple, honey, enjoy it all you want... after this."
Sammy was about to ask after what, but Amanda pulled their faces together and pressed her lips gently against her lovers', kissing so softly it was practically a tease. Sammy squealed with delight through her nose but kissed back just as softly, ready to explode into a thousand little bubbles from all her happiness and struggling to hold back her delight in the kissing.
Amanda sensed it and gave Sammy a much deeper kiss, slowly parting their lips so their tongues could find and massage each others' in another burst of passion. Amanda's hand found Sammy's cheek and rubbed softly, lovingly across the skin, holding her face in place for the kiss that lasted as long as both women's lungs could hold out.
It was Amanda who broke first, leaving Sammy to hug her tight and bury her face into her mistress' neck. "Don't let me wake up, don't wake me up, please..."
Amanda smiled and pushed the bare back of her foot against Sammy's exposed pussy, wiggling her toes against Sammy's cunt. "Not even for this?" Sammy cried out, instinctively pushing her pussy down to mold against Amanda's foot. "That's better. I have just as much of every fetish you have, cupcake, except that I prefer giving the pain. You love feet...? Then get ready, cunt."
Amanda pulled away the foot that was on Sammy's pussy and raised it with such flexibility to put the sole against Sammy's face. "Clean me off."
"Yes, yes yes!" Sammy couldn't even remember to say 'mistress' before licking happily, lapping at the foot for a full two seconds before the foot pushed against her face to force her back on the bed. Amanda kept pushing down, rubbing her foot against Sammy's mouth before wiggling her toes between the lips, then digging her whole foot in, bit by bit.