A few minutes later, Sam was sat on the end of the bed in the spare room, the restraints all removed. She had danced with the idea of trying to overpower Tiffany and force her to delete all the videos, but she had no way of knowing what the girl had saved where, and she wasn't even sure she had the physical presence to force Tiffany to do anything. So now, she sat contemplating the prospect of playing out her part in Tiffany's 'game'.
She was horrified at the prospect of Tiffany watching as she seduced Sean into... bondage sex. She could barely believe she was going to have to go through with this, but she had no options she could think of. What is worse, she knew that this would be yet another piece of evidence the girl had on her, where was this heading? She had a sick feeling that she was going to be under Tiffany's thumb for a very long time. The younger girl had set up a wireless webcam downstairs, and another on the bedside table obscured by a pile of books. She was now in her room setting everything up. Sam had known the girl was good with IT, but this was a surprise.
Sam grimaced. This was terrible. But she had to admit, there was a small, daredevil part of her, the part of her that snooped in the O'Brian's bedroom in the first place, the part of her that had violently orgasmed while trussed up... that part of her was actually a little excited by the idea. She could not understand this feeling at all, but she knew that she would enjoy some aspects of Tiffany's game. It confused and dismayed the woman. How could she feel this way? But she could not deny that she was aroused.
Tiffany reappeared with a pile of gear from her parent's play box. There were several belts of varying lengths, and the collar was there, as well as the ball gag and a blindfold. The girl held up the straps.
"These go around your legs, ankles, below and above knees, your wrist, and your elbows. First you are going to give him a really long, slow, blowjob. You will let him cum in your mouth and you will swallow. Then, after has had a few minutes, you are going to get him to get you nice and aroused, then you will persuade him to strap you tightly, legs tight together, wrists too, then you are going to get him to blindfold you, gag you and then fuck you bent over the bed from behind. Once he is done, get rid of him. I will want to talk to you. All the way through you will wear my collar. As she said this, she gave the collar to Sam.
Sam reached up to her neck and tightened the collar around it. She could not think how to get out of this mess, and besides, what Tiffany wanted... that sounded pretty hot and she did like it when Sean was behind her. She wanted to scream a denial and tell this annoying brat to go to Hell, but the thought of those videos and what she could do... terrified her. Shame faced, she nodded.
Tiffany smiled. "Good girl. Now stand up."
Sam stood, trembling slightly, her legs still a little unsteady from the fantastic orgasm she had experienced. Tiffany looked her up and down, and then snapped a padlock onto the back of the collar locking it on her.
"There. You do look pretty hot, he won't stand a chance. Now, you do everything I say, and maybe this will all go away."
"Maybe?"
The corners of Tiffany's mouth twitched upwards. "Maybe. Now go downstairs and get ready, he'll be here any time. And remember, I'll be watching everything."
Sam did as she was told, sitting back down on the couch. The downstairs webcam was set on a bookcase pointing at the couch. Sam sighed, knowing the girl was probably watching right now.
It was a few agonising minutes before she heard a car draw up outside. She rose and went to the door, opening it a crack. Sean was there walking softly up the driveway. He smiled as he saw her face in the crack of light. He ran a hand through his mop of fair hair and stepped up to the doorway.
"Permission to sneak inside, ma'am?"
Sam smiled. "Get in you idiot."
Sean slipped inside, his smile widening as he took in Sam's dress and stockinged legs. "How's the studying?"
Sam shrugged. "I have been pretty distracted."
Sean tilted his head. "Oh yeah?"
Sam decided to get this over with. She smiled warmly and pulled him to the couch. He sat down next to her and she glanced over to the webcam, Tiffany would be able to see everything. She flushed at the thought and bit her lower lip. Sean watched her face and he grinned.
"Are you horny, babe?" He could read her so well.
She nodded. "I.." She struggled to find something that would not sound false. "I felt bad about this morning, I know you wanted a sexy night so..."
Hey boyfriend looked a little surprised, but he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He leaned over and they kissed slowly, passionately for a few delectable minutes.
"What's this?" he asked, fingering the leather collar.
Sam tensed. "you'll see, later."
He was about to speak again but she silenced him with a passionate kiss. Their hands started to wander, but as Sean's hands sought the warmth between her legs, she pushed his hand away, remembering the Monster's instructions. Sean pulled back looking confused and was about to speak, but she placed a finger on his lips and pushed him back on the couch. He looked at her and his eyes went wide as she undid his belt and popped the buttons on his trousers. His erection was evident and Sam felt some genuine pleasure at the effect she had on her man. She debated just going for it, but a perverse part of her decide that, if she had to put on a show, she might as well make it a good one. She stood and grabbed his ankles, swivelling him round so his feet rested on the floor, she tugged off his sneakers and pulled his jeans down. Sean just gaped, she was rarely this bold and again he started to speak, but she silenced him with a smouldering look.
Once his jeans were off, she tossed them aside and stood in front of Sean, smiling sexily. From here, Tiffany would be able to see everything. She slowly drew up her dress revealing her stockings. Sean looked at her legs hungrily, he adored her in stockings, and she loved the effect they had on him. She reached down and tugged his engorged penis free. It bobbed up, pulsing slightly. Sam paused for a second.
Oh my God, she thought, I am actually looking forward to this. She did not pretend to be a virgin to blowjobs, but it was something she had to be in the mood for, even though she knew how much Sean enjoyed it. But now, for some reason, she was desperate to... show off. That was it, she wanted to put on a good show.
Sean looked up at her quizzically as the rapid thoughts spun round her head. She smiled again and she knelt to one side on her knees, keeping her skirt drawn up over her hips so Sean could relish the sight of her bottom and the suspender belt. She was effectively facing the webcam, part of her knew she should have turned away, made it hard to see her face, but she knew Tiffany would not like that. She looked up at the dumbstruck face of Sean, he had hardly had the chance to say a word since coming onto the house, and now he was about to get an early Christmas present.
Sam gently folded her hand around Sean's length. He was a lovely size, not too big, not too small, she looked at his face with big wide eyes and licked her lips. He swallowed hard...
