Mistress Samantha

Sara doesn't live with me or work with me, we don't even live in the same city, but we will always be connected by love. When she's away, she lives and works like any other woman. She is permitted to make and be responsible for her own decisions.

When we are together, I am Mistress Samantha and Sara is my slave.

• Sara must surrender to Mistress and obey her at all times.

• Sara must always wear her collar and nipple rings even when Mistress is not present.

• Sara will always be naked and fetch the leash when Mistress is present.

• Sara may not have sex or orgasms unless Mistress is present. Ever. It is not permitted.

Sara's innermost desire is to surrender herself to one who can understand her needs and fulfill them. She would submit to me and we would explore her needs together. Relinquishing all control of herself frees her mind to focus on her inner needs and brings her peace. Sara trusts me with her body and soul. I honor her trust by testing the limits of her pleasure with respect and dignity.

My inner sadist and her inner masochist would always be perfectly in sync.

The first time Sara asked me to hurt her nipples, we were at her place. It was 'Girls Day In' when we stay in and do nothing all day. We might paint our toenails or try on outfits or work out; it didn't really matter what we did as long as we were together. It was nice to stay home and relax from time to time, just chatting and catching up. This time we were trying on clothes. We both got deals online over the last few weeks and ordered tons of cute pieces and random items online. We tried on dozens of things, mixing & matching to create some cute fits. We're both the same size, so we could try on everything. There were clothes all over the place. It was fun dressing up and showing off to each other. We decided to take a little break for tea.

Sara had the radio on and we were standing in the kitchen listening to the music and drinking iced sweet tea. She was sweet too and I couldn't take my eyes off her. We finished our tea and I took her in my arms and kissed her. Honestly, she is simply stunning. I love kissing her beautiful face. We were just wearing shorts and we stood together topless, kissing and making out. We loved edging and making out like this was getting us both hot. Her hands were on my boobs and she started tracing little circles around my nipples. She knows that drives me crazy. I was pulling and sucking on hers and making her crazy too.

She moaned and said, "Samantha, I want you to pinch my nipples hard. Really hard."

At first, I hesitated because I didn't want to hurt her. I was already pinching them really hard! She said not to worry, it might hurt a little but it was a good kind of pain. I pinched them harder and harder and she really seemed to like it so I pinched them hard, pulled them out and twisted them.

She moaned out loud, "Yes, Sam, That's it! Just like that!" I started nibbling and biting them next and left love bites all over them. It drove her wild.

She was moaning, "Oh, Sam, yes, that's it! That's it! "

She did the same to me, nibbling and biting my nipples and if she kept it up, I was going to cum.

I said, "Sara" and we stopped.

We wanted to savor the edge. I was intrigued by Sara's nipple fetish so I made plans to explore it.

We gave each other a little fashion show of our favorite fits, mixing in a few silly ones, too. We were oohing and ahhing the good outfits and giggling at the silly ones. Our little strip tease finale to each other ended with us sharing orgasms in a passionate sixty-nine.

Next time 'Girls Day In' was at my place. I had the house open since it was a nice cool day. Bouquets of spring flowers were in every room and I had done all the linen with a hint of lavender. Sara loves the scent of lavender. The radio playing in the background.

I heard the screen door open, "Sam, it's me".

Sara walked in; the screen door slamming shut behind her.

I met her in the dining room and said, "Hello, Sara."

I gave her a kiss and hug and we sat down to chat. I planned to check out some accessories. I had a collection of hair stuff, ribbons and bows, hair clips, belts, neckties and chokers to try on. I put mirrors on the table and had a couple full length ones standing nearby. We had fun doing up our hair in different styles. We loved the good ones and giggled at the ones that were not so good. We tried a bunch of belts and most of them would go with our fits.

Our brunch was in the freezer. It was just a single scoop of mint vanilla ice cream. I had chocolate fudge sauce ready so I pulled the bowls out of the freezer and drizzled each scoop with the warm sauce and served it. Sara and I adore ice cream and it really hit the spot.

Sara loved the neckwear and we tried it all on. I tried on the black velvet choker with a green emerald and Sara loved it. I showed her the collars and we tried those next. The first one was a wide BDSM slave collar, with D-rings where a leash clips on. We put them on and looked in the mirror. I thought they would be too big but they were the perfect size and quite comfortable. They were way sexier than I had imagined. Not only were they sexy to look at but sexy to wear. We were starting to get excited.

Next we tried on a couple different leather dress collars. Mine was black and Sara's was brown, they would go with almost any outfit. We had two more, one in white and one in pink, so I put the pink one on Sara.

We were standing next to each other looking in the mirrors. At first, we were admiring our collars, but soon we were admiring each other too. We turned to face each other. The collars were gorgeous! The scent of the leather was an aphrodisiac for us. I could feel the heat growing deep inside me.

I couldn't keep my hands off Sara. I held her face and gave her a soft, lingering kiss. We peeled off our tops and started feeling each other up. I ran my fingertips up her body from her waist, up her belly to her boobs and brushed across her hard tips.

She watched my fingers drift down to her waist to unbutton her shorts. They dropped to the floor and she kicked them off. I kicked off my shoes and she removed my shorts too. She crouched down before me and pulled them off my feet, kissing my pussy with a little tongue kiss. I took her hands and pulled her up to me. I kissed her again and admired her perfect body, eating her up with my eyes. She was clearly aroused, her swollen vulva glistening with her dew. I stepped up to her, tickling her clit with my fingers.

I whispered to her, "Sara, I have some things to show you. Do you want to see?" and planted a wet kiss on her ear.

She said, "Yes, Samantha. "

"Do you trust me, Sara?" An involuntary moan escaped her lips.

She said, "Oh, Sam, I do."

Her eyes opened wide when I clipped the leash onto her collar. She looked at me with those big blue eyes and I almost melted. She was my girl, my pet. I turned and led her into my bedroom with the leash to a spot near my bed, her scent was driving me crazy. I would tease her, bringing her to the edge before pushing her over it.

I stood facing her and took the end of the leash and trailed it very lightly over her skin. The scent of the leather added an element of animal excitement to our arousal. I slowly went from her waist, up her belly and across her stiff nipple. Her eyes were on me while I watched the leather strap catch on her left nipple. I tugged on it for a few seconds, watching the nipple stiffen. I looked into her pretty eyes when I tugged it gently past and she let out a little moan,

"Oh, Sam!" I trailed the leash over her shoulder and slowly down her back, just barely touching her skin.

She was trembling and hot, I could feel her heat. She was holding onto me to steady herself. The strap made its way down to her lovely ass and trailed circles around both cheeks. I took the strap and gave her a hard "Slap!" across the ass.

Sara pulled me close and sunk her teeth into my neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, just a love bite, but it was unexpected and very sexy. I trailed the strap slowly up her back and over her other shoulder to her right nipple. I took the strap and gave each tit a good slap just like the one on her ass. Her eyes went wide and she made that adorable O with her mouth and I had to kiss her again. I grabbed the leash at the clip on her collar and pulled her face to mine. Now the leather strap was trailing down her belly and all around her pussy to her erect clit, tracing circles around it but never touching. Sara was right on the edge.

Sara looked at me and moaned, "Oh Sam! Oh my God!"

I smiled at her as I took the strap in my hand again and landed it on her clit with a hard "Slap!" Her eyes flew open and she looked at me, her mouth open in an "O". She closed her eyes, tilted her head back and moaned. I stood, pushed two fingers in her mouth with two more rubbing her off to a massive orgasm, completely engulfing her body and soul. I hugged her and rocked her and we sat on the bed and enjoyed her afterglow together.

Sara still had her leash on. We were lying on our sides on the bed facing each other and listening to the radio. She was staring at me and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

When she finally spoke, she said, "Sam, I will always be your girl. Always. When you clip this leash on me, Samantha, my surrender is complete and with my total submission, I become your slave. Only you can remove the leash." Oh my God she was adorable! "Do you understand, Samantha?"

I said, "I do. Sara, you will wear a ring for my leash at all times. When you are leashed, you may address me as Miss Samantha or Mistress."

I held the leash where it clipped onto her collar and pulled her closer so we were face-to-face and whispered, "Do you understand Sara?"

Her blue eyes were beautiful when she whispered, "I do".

We sealed our vows with a long kiss.

I was eager to see her reaction when she saw what I bought her. I put everything in a Cedar Chest I found at the antique shop. You could call it our kinky Treasure Chest. The treasures fit inside with room to spare and it sat unobtrusively on a stand at the foot of the bed. The sturdy stand had a shelf below the chest for pillows and had wheels so it could easily be moved around. Sara hadn't noticed it when we came in. She also did not notice the straps tucked underneath the bed.

"Very well, Sara. Come look." I picked up her leash and led her to look at her new things.

I led her around to the foot of the bed and said, "Go ahead, Sara. Open it."

She looked at me and I could see she was really vibing. Her nipples were hard as nails and erect as ever. Her blue eyes were flashing. She was shiny!

She opened the chest and saw an assortment of nipple play devices and bondage gear. Her eyes moved over the items with a little frown, not exactly sure what she was looking at. The frown became a bright smile when she realized it was all her favorite toys. She loved it!

She looked at me and said, "Oh Sam! You thought of everything! Can we try them all?"

She quickly put her hands over her mouth and looked at me wide-eyed. She knew what she said. It was not permitted.

I said, "Sara? How do you address me?"

She quickly said, "Mistress Samantha!"

She looked surprised when I grabbed her leash and jerked her around, bending her over the toy chest, her big tits crushed against the chest and her ass exposed. I selected a black leather riding crop from the chest and looked at her perfect ass.

She shouted this time "Mistress Samantha!" My arm went back and the riding crop came down, landing on her ass with a sharp, "Crack!".

She yelled, "Mistress Samantha!" and my arm went back and the riding crop landed on her ass a second time with a sharp, "Crack!".

She yelled, "Mistress Samantha!" with tears in her eyes. I grasped her long hair from the back and pulled her up off the chest.

She gasped and said, "Oh, Mistress Samantha!".

I stood her up and held her throat, holding our faces close together. She was gorgeous up close. I kissed her eyes and whispered, "Sara?"

She shuddered and said, "Mistress Samantha. Thank you, Mistress."

There were nipple clips and clamps, nipple suckers, a nipple stretcher, two pinwheels, lube galore, handcuffs, a longer thicker leash and a couple different types and sizes of chokers and collars. There were blindfolds, two ball-gags, a riding crop and a leather strap, some various vibrators and a vibrating butt-plug/taillight. Several candles and a lighter were in there too.

I told her to lift the top of the chest out and see what was underneath. She was beaming when she saw the black leather cuffs and restraints. We both loved the scent of leather and after this experience it never fails to get us excited.

I showed her the various chokers and collars, all with loops to clip on a leash or restraint. The rings on the leather ones were stainless steel, the ones on the chokers were gold. I got her a wide assortment so she had one to go with every outfit, even the ones she wore to work. We tried them all on and even clipped the leashes on them to see how they looked and felt.

There was one little box she hadn't seen. "Sara, I have a special gift for you." I said and handed her the small box.

It was a little wooden jewelry box finished to match the cedar chest, the inside was lined with velvet and had slots to hold rings. There were four nipple rings one inch in diameter with chains linking them together in pairs and four smaller ones with no chains. There were also four studs. The rings were gold and the studs were stainless steel. I put a dab of gel on my fingertips and rubbed it into her long nipples.

"Ooo!" she said.

She watched as I took two of the rings and clamped one to each nipple. There was a screw clamp at each end of the chain and a ring in between. I turned the screws to tighten them, just a little at first, then tighter. The lube helped ease the action of the clamp on her skin. The gold chain added weight to the clamps.

She looked up at me and said, "They are tight, Mistress."

I took the smaller leash and clipped it to the ring. It would add weight to the nipple clamps so we could see if they were tight enough. I held it so there was no weight on her nipples and then let it slip through my fingers, slowly adding weight to the clamps. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide and she stood perfectly still as I held the end of the leash. It hung down the front of her body from the ring on her collar. She looked at me. I could see the leash was pulling the chain and clamps down and stretching her erect nipples. I dropped the rest of the leash and it abruptly jerked the chain. She jumped and let out a little squeal.

She moaned, "Mistress may I touch them?"

I said, "Yes, Sara, you may touch them. Please tighten the screws."

She looked at me as her fingertips found the clamps. I unclipped the leash and grabbed the new one. She was turning the screws tighter. The new belt was wider, thicker and longer than the other one and twice the weight. She had her eyes closed, head back and mouth open. Her fingers were on the clamps but she had stopped turning the screws. Instead, she had her eyes closed pinching the tips of her nipples.

I tugged on the chain to get her attention and scolded her, "Sara!"

Her eyes flew open and she said, "Oh, Mistress!"

I said to her, "Tighten the screws!".

She whimpered "Yes, mistress" and her fingers turned the screws.

Her nipples were big and red and hurting and she turned the screws, slowly increasing the pain. I clipped the big leash to the ring on her nipple chain. Sara was still turning the screws.

I said, "Sara stop." Her eyes watered under the weight of the leash.

She looked at me with teary eyes and I slid my left hand up the leash to the clip, taking the weight off of her swollen nipples for a minute. I pulled gently on the leash putting tension on the tight clamps and her throbbing red nipples. I pulled slowly, adding tension until the clamps pulled off. The blood suddenly rushed back into her nipples.

She squealed and shouted, "OH!! Ohh!" and continued to pinch her nipples.

I put down the leash and gave her some ice out of a cup sitting on the dresser behind me. The rush of blood back into her stiff teats made them more sensitive than ever. I kissed her nipples. They were red and hot. She moaned as I rubbed ice cubes on them to ease the pain and gave each one a little suck. I removed the leash from the chain and clipped it onto her collar and kissed the tears from her eyes.

She whispered, "Oh my God, Mistress Samantha. That was intense!" The ice had melted.

I said, "Come, Sara. Give me a hand."

We got all the cuffs out of the chest and placed them on her wrists, ankles and one on each knee. We fluffed up the big pillows and propped her up against them at the head of the bed. I laid her out spread eagle and pulled the straps from under the bed, clipping one to each wrist. I grabbed her ankles and slid her down a little towards to foot of the bed. I put two more cuffs around her knees. Another strap came up on each side of the bed and clipped onto the knee cuffs. They held her legs wide apart. I strapped her ankles with the last two straps and she was secure. I adjusted her pillows and made her comfortable. I was humming to a song on the radio and Sara was watching me in silence.

Sara was totally naked except for her collar. The leash laid on her body and over her bald pussy, laying on the bed lewdly between her open legs. Her pussy was soaked. I noticed earlier that Sara was trying to hump the leash where it hung between her legs lying against her clit. This larger leash would give her more to hump. She was just watching me. I took out a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain and held them up so she could see them. She stopped moving and watched. Her eyes opened a little wider when she saw that they had a clip like the leash at one end and two large alligator clips on the other. I clipped them on her collar beside the leash. I squeezed each clip open and moved toward her nipples. Instead of clipping them on, I teased each nipple so she could feel the teeth on her sensitive skin.

She said, "Oh! Oh Mistress!"

She didn't take her eyes off me. I carefully started to close the jaws of the clips and her breath sucked in and she tensed up. I smiled at her and opened them wide, removing them and laid them between her breasts. The chains were long enough to reach her nipples with extra length to add weight.

Sara's breathing was deep and slow, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her nipples and clit were fully erect and she was ever-so-slowly humping the leash. I got up and walked around to the trunk and looked at her watching me. She looked hot in restraints.

I watched her pussy humping the leash and said, "Sara, are you humping the leash?"

She stopped humping and said, "No Mistress Samantha."

I looked down to get a few things from the chest. There were some different clamps and nipple suckers I wanted to try. I looked up and she was looking into my eyes and slowly humping the leash. She was making me crazy and she knew it.

I walked around to the side of the bed and cinched down the knee straps forcing her legs all the way open. I took up the slack on the foot straps and she was perfectly centered and couldn't move except to squirm. I brought some items from the chest and walked around to Sara.

Oh, God I was on fire! My insides felt like they were melting and all the heat was running straight down to my pussy. She watched me put my left knee up on the side of the bed so she had a clear view to watch me dip my fingers into my steaming hot snatch. I rubbed my clit with my thumb and pulled my fingers out covered in girl juice. She watched me lift them to my nose and she watched my nostrils flare.