Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 10

Stacy follows Miss Cara out of Becca's room and across the hall. The house is kept at a pretty warm temperature luckily, otherwise Stacy would feel quite cold. She's only wearing her skirt and of course, the chastity belt underneath it. Cara gestures through the entrance to her own room. Stacy follows direction and crosses the threshold. Her soft, little feet enjoy the feeling of the warm carpet in Miss Cara's room. Seeing the clothes bin in the corner, immediately reminds her of her naughty behaviour earlier in the day. She notices how nervous she's getting. What is Miss Cara going to have me do? As worried as Stacy is, her body finds the mystery very exciting and her confined pussy is already humid and craving. Being locked in the belt is a very odd feeling, made worse by the sensation of her growing wetness. Stacy can't help but feel lonely for some reason. She's only been without Becca for a minute or two, but it feels like it's been days. "Wait here, please," Cara instructs, pointing to the side of the bed. She disappears into her walk-in closet. Stacy does her best to stand in the exact spot on the floor Miss Cara had referred to. She tries to get comfortable, but the anxious waves in her stomach will not settle. Her fingers find themselves pushing at the base of the belt, trying to alleviate some of the pressure on her damp slit. The belt barely has any give to it at all. Every little movement only teases her nagging body, making it want more. She hears Cara leaving the closet and deftly returns her hands to her sides. Wow? Miss Cara wears a red, silk robe over her body. It hangs down just over her bum and is tied loosely enough for Stacy to glimpse what's underneath. Black nylons run up from the woman's feet to her mid-thighs, making her legs look even more stunning than usual. She doesn't wear a bra, but completes the outfit with a pair of black, lace panties. She looks so different like this. So, warm and sensual or something. Miss Cara walks by Stacy without saying anything and opens a drawer in her dresser. Stacy can't help but catch a whiff of the woman's scent as she moves by. This doesn't help Stacy relax. Her inner walls are thick and hot. They feel uneasy against the smooth, egg-shaped toy inside her. Stacy tries to rub her thighs together, hoping to grind her clit into her labia or the belt, but she can't glean any satisfaction from it. Miss Cara pulls out a few things from the drawer and closes it. Her long, slightly-teased hair hangs gorgeously over her shoulders. It seems to shine like a dark fire. She steps in front of Stacy and holds up what looks to be a collar and some wrist restraints. What are these for? What's she planning? Miss Cara remains silent for a moment. She lets the anxiety build inside Stacy's little belly. "I'm going to put these on you tonight, dear. Alright?" Why? Is she going to tie me up? I don't know if I can do that. Does Karaköy escort bayan she tie Becca up? No one said anything about this. "Why?" Stacy mumbles, her voice shaking slightly from being so wound up. "Why? For many reasons, dear," she explains in a soothing tone. She places the two wrist restraints on the bed. "Let's start with this collar." She holds up the elegant, white, leather accessory. "Becca's collar is pink, but I think you'll look good in cream. It will match your lovely complexion." I'm not that pale? Miss Cara lets Stacy hold it. She smiles subtly as she watches her young pet investigate the device. Wow, it is soft. I still don't know how I feel about it though. Stacy runs her fingers over the material. The thick strap has a few holes in it for adjusting the tightness and a strong metal buckle to hold it in place. "This collar isn't for anything other than to stand as a symbol. If you're going to live as Becca does, I want you to wear this as well. It shows your respect for me and your willingness to be obedient and affectionate." Stacy listens to Cara talk as she wiggles the large metal ring at the front of the collar. "But I'm not going to make you wear it, dear. That would defeat the purpose now wouldn't it? You need to want to wear it. Understand?" Stacy looks up to Cara and nods. She hands the collar back to the tall, gorgeous woman. "Do you want to wear this collar, Stacy? Do you want to be obedient and respect me? Will you pledge to care more about my wants and desires than your own?" Stacy's mouth flutters for a moment as she stares into Miss Cara's affectionate eyes. She has an intense urge to kiss her deeply. Do I accept? Do I put it on? I've come this far, I don't really have a choice. Just play along. It's just sexual games, like Becca said. She just wants to push me and test my trust and character. Becca knows this as well. You've enjoyed yourself a little so far too. "I will wear it, Miss Cara," she declares, suddenly feeling more comfortable in her skin again. "Why?" Cara prompts, running her fingers gently along her cleavage. "Because, I want you to know I'm committed to this. To showing you that you can trust me. That I can put another's needs before my own. That I am under your? supervision and discipline for the next few days." Stacy relaxes a little as the words leave her mouth. She seems freer in some way after admitting so clearly what she's doing here. Her insides burn with excitement as she stares at the sexy woman in front of her. Just give yourself to her. Trust her. Mmm, I wonder what she's going to have me do? Stacy's little toes begin to wiggle underneath her as her imagination takes over. Unfortunately, she's quickly reminded of her swollen bead. It begs her for some tender, or even rough attention. "Alright. I accept," Cara says, holding the collar up to Stacy's neck. "Lean forward, Escort Kayaşehir dear." Stacy gathers her hair up into a quick ponytail and makes her neck accessible. Miss Cara puts the leather around Stacy's throat and buckles it securely. She seems to know just how it should feel on Stacy, not too loose, or too tight. She leans back and examines her work with a pleased grin. Stacy lets her hair back down and tucks it behind her ears. She carefully inspects the thick leather strap around her neck with curious fascination. "Anytime you are in this house, that will be around your neck, understood?" Cara tells Stacy, somewhat firmly. Stacy nods and mumbles a squeak in the affirmative. She keeps thumbing the material fastened below her chin. I'm hers now. I feel like a servant, a pet. Why doesn't this bother me? The tight grip of the collar fills her with purpose. Or is it pride? Stacy doesn't know, but wearing it makes her heart beat faster. "Good girl. Now, take off your skirt." Cara's words make Stacy's vagina quiver with excitement. Stacy promptly follows instructions and unbuttons the waist of the skirt. She pulls it down and steps out of it. "Thank you, dear," Cara says, taking the thin piece of clothing and dropping it into the laundry bin. "How are you feeling in that belt of yours?" "I'm fine," Stacy deflects, not wanting to think about it. Miss Cara leans forward and puts her finger through the ring in Stacy's new collar. She pulls the girl close as she speaks. "Stacy, when I ask you a question, I want full, honest responses. You know that, dear." Stacy's legs wobble from the slight scolding. She feels completely vulnerable to any criticism from Cara's lips. Immediately, she focuses on her body and emotions. She tries to explain the sensations inside her, desperate to impress Miss Cara. "I feel raw from being constantly aroused. My vagina, my insides, they can't seem to ever quite relax. They're always buzzing or trembling with a sort of wanting. A sort of urge that makes me feel like screaming sometimes, frustrated that I can't relieve it." "Good girl. Thank you for your honesty," Cara praises, removing her finger from Stacy's ring. She rubs her cheek softly across Stacy's. "Does that make you regret your decision to wear it?" "No, Miss Cara. I made my decision knowing it wouldn't be easy. But I wanted to make Becca happy," Stacy declares, proudly. "And make her happy you did. I could hear her yelping in ecstasy as you made her cum," Cara whispers, gently teasing her pet's ear with her tongue. Stacy feels herself blush, a little embarrassed. How could I not have even thought about that? She was probably just in the other room. Was she listening to us? "How do you think that made me feel, hmm? Hearing you two girls playing with each other like that? Hearing you fuck my precious, little, Becca?" Cara's tone is mostly playful, Küçükçekmece escort but underneath, Stacy detects just a hint of jealousy. "I'm sorry. I don't know, Miss," Stacy offers, unsure how to behave. Miss Cara clears her throat and stands up straight. She runs her fingers through her hair and seems to enjoy the feel of it. Her nylons look pristine, like they've never been worn before. They make her beautiful feet seem almost ethereal. Stacy watches Miss Cara turn away to face the bed. She gets a glimpse of the exquisite skin between Cara's bum and the top of her nylons. It peeks out from under the bottom of her robe as she leans over to pick up the leather restraints. "Do you like me, dear?" Cara asks, turning to face Stacy again. Is this some sort of trick question? Ugh, there's too much to think about. I'm not going to play her mind games. "Yes, Miss Cara, I do. I think you are sexy and Becca really appreciates you. Which means, I do too." Allowing herself to speak openly and honestly, regardless of the consequences makes Stacy feel lighter. She's not sure if it's the collar, the belt or just her own attitude, but she feels relaxed as she lets down her defences. Miss Cara takes a step closer and slowly unties the front of her robe. "Do you like my breasts, Stacy?" she asks, almost timidly. "You've never really touched them before, have you?" Miss Cara parts her robe slightly, bringing both of her firm but plump breasts into view. "No, Miss? I haven't," Stacy mumbles, almost hypnotized by the gorgeous sight of Cara's exposed chest. Her clit hardens under her belt and sings for stimulation. "Would you like to touch them, dear?" Cara offers, sounding almost angelic. Stacy doesn't have to think about this for long. She can feel her mouth watering as she stares at Cara's tits. "Yes, please, Miss," Stacy answers, lifting her hands to the woman's warm chest. Miss Cara backs away slightly. She displays the leather cuffs in her hands. "Why don't we put these soft cuffs on you first, hmm?" Cara suggest, her body glowing in the dim light. "They're very comfortable, I promise. And I think you'll look quite cute in them. Becca always does." Becca. Stacy suddenly feels a little lonely and becomes eager to have contact and intimacy with Cara, since Becca isn't here. She holds out her arms, surrendering. Miss Cara fastens the thick, leather straps around both of Stacy's wrists and closes the buckles. They seem to be made in the same style as the collar and have a similar feel. Each cuff is adorned with a heavy metal ring. "Very good. You look perfect, dear. I want you to touch me now," Cara moans. Her tone and demeanour melt Stacy's will and seduce her affection. Miss Cara, mmm? Stacy cautiously extends her arms and takes Cara's breasts into her hands. Oh god. They are... she is beautiful. The warmth and supple feel of the bosom against her delicate hands sends an erotic charge between Stacy's legs. Worried she might do something wrong, she just slowly moves her hands over the perfect breasts. "Be firm with me. Squeeze them," Cara instructs, breathing a little shallower than usual. Stacy contracts her fingers around the bulk of the luscious tissue and causes Cara to moan a little.