Thread: The Submission of Sara Williams (Mistress MessedupRP & 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.