Mistress Eliza's Web

by SabrinaNineteen (ao3)

Chapter 1

The hallway outside Sammy's apartment buzzed with the sound of cardboard boxes being shuffled and the occasional clinking of glass. It was a cacophony of life being relocated, a symphony of new beginnings. Sammy's curiosity peeked as she saved her work and pushed her chair back from her computer.

She padded softly to the door, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and caution. She peered through the peephole, seeing a flurry of activity and a figure that she hadn't seen before. The mover's van outside had brought a new neighbor to the building, and from the sounds of it, they were moving into the apartment next door.

Sammy opens the door to her apartment, the smell of fresh paint and cardboard wafting in from the hallway. She leans against the doorframe, her jet black hair cascading over one shoulder, revealing the intricate tattoos that danced down her arm. She watches as a short mousy blonde with large blue eyes directs the movers with a surprisingly firm voice.

The blonde's sweet exterior is momentarily marred by the sweat glistening on her brow, a stark contrast to her soft, delicate features. Sammy's heart skips a beat, a peculiar mix of attraction and intimidation swirling within her.*

"Oh, hello there!" Eliza's voice is a melodic purr, a stark contrast to the commanding tones she'd been using with the movers.

She turns to face Sammy, a bright smile lighting up her face and making her blue eyes sparkle.

"I'm Eliza, your new neighbor. I hope we're going to be good friends!" She wipes her brow with the back of her hand, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. The movers continue their work behind her, moving boxes into the now open door of the adjacent apartment. Despite the chaos, Eliza's gaze remains fixed on Sammy, her eyes appraising and curious.

Sammy swallows hard, trying to compose herself. She can't believe the beauty standing before her is her new neighbor. She steps out of her apartment, her hand extending in greeting.

"Hi, I'm Sammy. Welcome to the building." Her voice is soft, a hint of nerves tingling in her tone. She notices Eliza's strong grip, firm yet gentle, and feels a shiver run down her spine.* "It's not every day we get someone so... organized moving in."

"Thank you, Sammy!" Eliza says warmly, her grip on Sammy's hand lingering for a second longer than necessary. She releases it with a playful smile, her eyes never leaving Sammy's. "I like to think of myself as a planner. After all, life is so much easier when you know what to expect."

Sammy feels her cheeks warm under Eliza's gaze. She tries to ignore the fluttering in her stomach and focus on the conversation.

"Well, I'm more of a... go with the flow type of person," she admits with a shrug. "But I can see how planning can be a good thing." She nods towards the apartment. "So, what brings you to our little slice of the city?"

"A change of scenery, mostly," Eliza says, her voice as sweet as honey. She tilts her head to the side, causing her blonde hair to cascade over one shoulder. "And a new job opportunity. I'm a lawyer, you see. It's quite the adventure, really." She steps closer to Sammy, her large breasts brushing against Sammy's arm, and whispers, "But enough about me. What about you, Sammy? What do you do that keeps you busy in your cozy little apartment?"

Sammy's eyes widen slightly as Eliza moves closer. She can feel the heat from Eliza's body and the faint scent of vanilla perfume. She clears her throat, trying to ignore the racing of her heart.

"I work in cyber security," she says, her voice a little more confident now. "I help keep people's information safe from... prying eyes." She can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the lie by omission, but she's not going to volunteer any specifics to a complete stranger, no matter how pretty that stranger may be.

Eliza's smile widens, her eyes gleaming with interest. She steps back and nods thoughtfully. "How fascinating! In this day and age, that's like being a digital superhero, isn't it?" Her voice is playful, yet there's an underlying sharpness that wasn't there before.

She glances back at the movers, who are now carrying a large, ornate mirror into her apartment. "I'm sure we'll have plenty to talk about, then. But for now, let me get these guys settled. I'd love to have you over for dinner after I get the new place all set up!"

Sammy's heart skips a beat at the invitation. She tries to play it cool, her eyes darting to the mirror and then back to Eliza. "That would be... nice," she says hesitantly.

"Wonderful!" Eliza claps her hands together, her smile brightening. "Give me a couple of days to get organized, and I'll drop by with an invitation. I promise, I make a killer lasagna," she says with a wink.

As the movers pass by with the mirror, she nods towards it. "It's a bit of a heavy conversation piece, isn't it?" She laughs lightly, her eyes dancing with mischief. "It's from my grandmother's estate. She had quite the flair for the dramatic."

Sammy nods, trying to keep her thoughts from wandering. The idea of Eliza cooking for her sends a thrill through her, and she can't help but wonder what the dinner will be like. She forces herself to focus on the conversation.* "It's definitely... eye-catching," she says, glancing at the mirror again. "I'm sure it'll look great in your place."

"Oh, it's going to be the centerpiece of my living room," Eliza says, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "It's got quite the history behind it, you know. But I'll save that story for dinner. I don't want to bore you with details now." She chuckles, the sound like a soft bell. "Anyway, I should get back to the unpacking. I'll pop by in a few days with that invitation, Sammy. I'm looking forward to it."

She winks again before turning back to the movers, her voice rising to give instructions. Sammy, feeling both intrigued and slightly overwhelmed, nods and smiles before retreating to her apartment.

She leans against the closed door, her heart racing. She can't believe she's just met someone so... fascinating.

Sammy takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She's not used to feeling this way about someone she's just met, especially someone who seems so put together and out of her league. She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

"Focus, Sammy," she murmurs to herself, pushing off the door and walking back to her computer. She sits down, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but her mind keeps drifting back to Eliza's soft touch and the way she smelled.

With a sigh, Sammy opens her computer and attempts to dive back into her work. She's in the middle of a particularly complex coding sequence, but her thoughts keep drifting to Eliza's smile and the way her eyes sparkled.

She adjusts her position in the chair, trying to ignore the growing discomfort in her pants. "Come on, Sammy," she whispers, "You can't let a pretty face distract you like this."

Several hours pass as the commotion in the hall eventually fades away. Sammy goes to bed that night and dreams of the small blonde across the hall.

Chapter 2

Several days later, the sound of a soft knock echoes through the hallway, followed by the sweet sound of Eliza's voice. "Sammy? It's Eliza, your neighbor," she calls out.

Sammy's heart jumps into her throat as she quickly saves her work and stands up, smoothing out her shirt. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before walking to the door. She opens it to find Eliza standing there, her blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She's dressed in a simple, yet elegant, white sundress that accentuates her curves, and she holds a small, neatly folded envelope in her hand.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you," she says, her eyes flicking over Sammy's outfit, a hint of a knowing smile playing on her lips. "But I wanted to personally deliver your invitation to dinner. It's tomorrow night at seven."

Sammy's eyes widen as she takes the envelope, her hands trembling slightly. She feels a blush spread across her cheeks as she reads the elegant script that says "Dinner Invitation" in gold ink.

She looks up at Eliza, trying to maintain her cool demeanor.* "Thanks, Eliza. I'm... looking forward to it," she says, her voice a little shakier than she'd like. She clears her throat and attempts to regain her composure. "What should I bring?"

Eliza's smile deepens, and she waves her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about a thing, Sammy. Just bring your lovely self," she says, her eyes lingering on Sammy's figure.

"I've got everything covered. Red wine pairs beautifully with lasagna, so I'll have that ready. But if you're keen on contributing, maybe a dessert? Something decadent and delicious to cap off the evening?"

Sammy nods, her mind racing. She's not much of a cook, but she doesn't want to disappoint Eliza. "I'll see what I can whip up," she says, trying to sound more confident than she feels.

She's already planning to hit the nearest bakery for something impressive. "Is there anything you don't like?"

Whisking the dust from the day away, Eliza's smile stretches wider, revealing a hint of mischief. "Surprise me," she says, her eyes gleaming. She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I must admit, I do have a weakness for anything with chocolate. Just a little something to keep in mind." She straightens up and brushes an invisible piece of lint from her dress.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, Sammy. Don't be late, I hate waiting." With that, she turns on her heel and sashays back to her apartment, leaving Sammy to stare after her, the envelope feeling both heavy and electrifying in her hand.

Sammy's eyes follow Eliza until she disappears into her apartment. She can't shake the feeling that Eliza knows more than she's letting on, but she brushes it aside, focusing on the invitation. The paper is thick and creamy, the gold ink glinting in the soft light of the hallway. She opens it carefully, feeling a strange mix of excitement and trepidation.

The scent of Eliza's vanilla perfume lingers on the cardstock, sending a shiver down her spine. The invitation is beautifully crafted, the script elegant and flowing. "Dinner at Eliza's, 7 PM sharp," it reads. In the corner, there's a small, hand-drawn heart that makes Sammy's pulse quicken. She looks at the date – tomorrow.

She's got less than 24 hours to figure out what to wear, how to behave, and what dessert to bring. She steps back into her apartment, closing the door softly behind her. The room feels suddenly quieter, as if the energy of Eliza's presence has left an echo. She walks over to her desk, setting the invitation down gently.

With the invitation weighing heavily on her mind, Sammy quickly shuts down her computer and grabs her purse. She needs to get out of the apartment, to clear her head and focus on the task at hand. She rushes down the stairs, the sound of her heels echoing through the hallway. The cool evening air hits her as she steps outside, and she takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. The bakery isn't far, but the anticipation of the dinner and what it might bring is making her stomach churn. She's never felt this way about a first dinner with someone she barely knows, but there's something about Eliza that draws her in, like a moth to a flame.

Sammy walks into the bakery, the scent of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries enveloping her. The bell above the door jingles cheerfully, and she's greeted by a chorus of "Welcome!" from the staff. She scans the display cases, her eyes widening at the array of treats.

A triple-layer chocolate cake with raspberry filling catches her eye, and she knows it's the one. It's not just decadent; it's practically indecent, the kind of dessert that would make anyone's mouth water. She points to it, her voice steady despite her nerves.

"I'll take that one, please." The baker nods and carefully boxes it up for her. As she pays, she can't help but wonder if Eliza's smile will be as sweet as the cake she's about to bring.

Back in her apartment, Sammy sets the cake box on the kitchen counter and retreats to her bedroom. She opens her closet, her eyes scanning the racks of clothes. She pulls out a few dresses, holding them up to the light and imagining how they'll look under Eliza's gaze.

Her heart races as she considers each one, praying that the right outfit could be the difference between a friendly dinner and something more. She selects a black dress that hugs her figure in all the right places, the fabric shimmering with the faintest hint of silver threads. It's elegant yet sexy, and she feels a thrill of excitement as she slips it on.

As she looks in the mirror, the fabric clinging to her curves, Sammy's thoughts drift back to Eliza's touch and the way she smelled. Her breath catches in her throat, and she feels a familiar warmth building in her core. She bites her lip, her hand hovering over her zipper.

She's torn between the desire to prepare for the dinner and the need to relieve the tension that's been steadily building since their first meeting.* "No," she murmurs to herself, shaking her head. "You can't do this. You need to be on your A-game tomorrow." With a sigh, she turns away from the mirror and heads back to the living room, trying to ignore the throb between her legs.

With a final glance at the cake box, Sammy decides to tackle the last of her work before calling it a night. She sits down at her computer, her thoughts a whirlwind of Eliza and the dinner to come.

Despite her best efforts, she finds it difficult to focus. Her eyes drift to the clock on the wall, the minutes ticking by like hours. Finally, with a sigh of defeat, she shuts down her laptop and stands up, stretching her legs. She takes a quick shower, letting the warm water soothe her taut muscles. As she slips into a silk nightgown, she can't help but imagine what Eliza might wear tomorrow night.

She climbs into bed, her mind racing with anticipation and nerves. She tries to read a book, but the words swim on the page. Finally, she gives in to her exhaustion, the image of Eliza's smile the last thing she sees before she drifts off to sleep

Chapter 3

The next evening, the air in the apartment is thick with anticipation. Sammy has spent the entire day cleaning, choosing the perfect outfit, and preparing herself for the dinner. She's even picked out a bottle of wine to bring, hoping it pairs well with Eliza's lasagna.

She takes a deep breath, checks herself in the mirror one last time, and grabs the cake box and wine. She knocks on Eliza's door, her heart hammering in her chest. The sound of footsteps approaches, and the door swings open.

"Sammy, you look absolutely ravishing!" Eliza's eyes sweep over Sammy's figure, her smile a blend of delight and something more knowing. Eliza is dressed in a crimson dress that clings to her body like a second skin, making her look like a siren from a bygone era. She takes the wine and cake box with a graceful nod. "Please, come

Sammy's heart skips a beat at the compliment, feeling a blush creep up her neck. She steps into Eliza's apartment, her eyes widening at the transformation from the chaos of moving day to the elegance that now greets her. The heavy scent of garlic and tomato sauce fills the air, making her stomach rumble.

She follows Eliza into the dining room, where a beautifully set table with fine china and crystal glasses awaits. The mirror she'd seen earlier is now propped against the wall, casting an eerie reflection across the room. "Your place looks amazing," she says, her voice a little too high. She sets the wine and cake box down, trying not to fidget.

"Thank you, darling," Eliza says, placing a hand on Sammy's shoulder, her touch light and warm. "Make yourself at home. Dinner will be ready shortly." She sashays into the kitchen, her hips swaying with each step. Sammy can't help but watch her go, her eyes lingering on the way the fabric clings to her curves.

She takes a seat at the table, her hands playing with the napkin in her lap. She can't shake the feeling that Eliza's compliment was more than just friendly

The dining room is dimly lit, with candles flickering on the table, casting shadows that dance across the walls. The mirror reflects the soft glow, giving the room an almost ethereal feel. The furniture is a mix of modern and antique, the mirror's grandeur a stark contrast to the sleek, black dining set. The room seems to pulse with an energy that makes Sammy's skin tingle.

Eliza emerges from the kitchen, a steaming dish of lasagna in her hands. She places it gently on the table, the aroma wafting through the air. She glances at Sammy, her eyes glinting with something that could be excitement or challenge. "I hope you're hungry," she says, her voice low and seductive. She takes her seat opposite Sammy, her eyes never leaving hers.

Sammy's stomach responds to the tantalizing smell with a loud growl, making her cheeks redden. She tries to play it off with a laugh. "That smells amazing," she says, her voice genuinely filled with appreciation. She watches as Eliza serves them both, the way her hands move with such confidence and grace making Sammy feel both intimidated and fascinated.
The candlelight casts a warm glow across Eliza's face, highlighting her delicate features. Sammy can't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the whole situation, but she's determined to keep up the facade of coolness she's been trying to maintain.

"Thank you," Eliza says, her smile widening slightly as she notices Sammy's reaction to the food. She pours the wine, filling their glasses to the brim. "To new beginnings," she toasts, her eyes holding Sammy's. They clink glasses, and Sammy takes a tentative sip, the rich flavor rolling over her tongue. She feels the warmth of the alcohol spread through her body, and she relaxes slightly into her chair. The lasagna is indeed delicious, each bite a symphony of flavor that she savors.

Sammy tries to keep up with Eliza's steady pace, but the wine is going to her head faster than she anticipated. After just one glass, she feels a pleasant buzz, the kind that makes everything seem a little softer around the edges. She giggles at something Eliza says, the sound echoing a bit too loudly in the quiet apartment. She tries to keep her thoughts in check, but they're swimming in a warm, fuzzy sea.

The conversation flows easily between them, a mix of laughter and casual banter. Eliza seems to be in a particularly good mood, her eyes gleaming with an inner light that Sammy finds utterly captivating. As they move on to dessert, Eliza's demeanor shifts ever so slightly, her voice dropping to a more serious tone. "Sammy," she says, her eyes holding Sammy's gaze, "I've been meaning to ask you something. Tell me, do you enjoy... uncovering secrets?" Her question hangs in the air like a delicate thread, waiting to be snapped.

Sammy's spoon hovers over her dessert plate, her eyes flicking up to meet Eliza's. She feels a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of dread. Is Eliza onto her? She tries to play it cool, her voice casual. "I suppose everyone has a bit of a detective in them," she says, taking a bite of the rich chocolate cake. "Why do you ask?" She tries to keep her voice steady, her mind racing. What does Eliza know?

"Oh, just a curiosity," Eliza says with a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving Sammy's. She cuts into her own slice of cake with a delicate knife, the silver glinting in the candlelight. "In my line of work, I deal with secrets all the time. It's like peeling back the layers of an onion, isn't it? Sometimes you find something surprising, sometimes you just find more layers."

She takes a bite, closing her eyes briefly in pleasure. "But enough about me," she says, opening them again to lock onto Sammy's. "I want to know more about you. What's the most interesting secret you've ever discovered?"

Sammy's heart skips a beat, her thoughts racing. She takes a deep breath and decides to play it safe. "Well, I've found some pretty... unexpected things while working in cyber security," she says, trying to keep her voice light. "But nothing too scandalous, I promise." She takes a bite of cake, hoping the change in subject will be enough to throw Eliza off the scent.

Eliza's smile doesn't waver, but her eyes seem to bore into Sammy, searching for something deeper. "Ah, the thrill of the chase," she murmurs, her voice a soft purr. "But I'm sure you've found more than just 'unexpected' things. Tell me, Sammy, have you ever used your skills for... personal gain?"

Sammy's hand trembles slightly as she sets her spoon down, her eyes darting to Eliza's. She feels a bead of sweat form on her brow, despite the coolness of the room. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice a tad too high. She takes a sip of wine, trying to calm her racing heart.

"Oh, you know," Eliza says, her voice a silky purr. "A little bit of extra information here, a little... acquisition there. It's not unheard of in your line of work." She takes a leisurely bite of cake, her gaze never leaving Sammy's. "Don't worry, I'm not judging. In fact, I find it quite... intriguing."

Eliza's eyes seem to dance with amusement as she watches Sammy's reaction. She knows she's poking at a sensitive spot, but she's enjoying the game. The candlelight flickers across her face, casting shadows that make her look almost predatory.

Her voice is like honey, sweet and thick, as she speaks. "Let's just say I know a thing or two about using one's talents to... influence others. And I can't help but wonder if you've ever indulged in such pleasures." She takes another sip of wine, her eyes never leaving Sammy's, as if she can read her thoughts. Her own secrets lie just beneath the surface, waiting to be unearthed.

Sammy's mind is racing, trying to gauge Eliza's intentions. Does she know about her side hobby? Is this a test? She decides to play it coy, hoping to throw Eliza off balance. She giggles nervously. "You make it sound so... thrilling," she says, taking another bite of cake to buy time. "But really, it's just a job. Nothing too... exciting." She takes a sip of wine, feeling the warmth spread through her chest. She's not going to give Eliza the satisfaction of knowing she's rattled.

Eliza's eyes narrow, her smile still in place but the warmth draining from it. She sets her wine glass down with a gentle click. "Sammy, I think it's time we had a little chat," she says, her voice no longer playful. She stands up, the fabric of her dress whispering against the chair.

"You see, I've been made aware of certain... extracurricular activities of yours. And it just so happens that I've been hired to handle situations like this." She walks over to the mirror, her reflection taunting Sammy from its depths. "If you don't cooperate, I'm afraid I'll have to turn you over to the authorities."

Sammy's heart drops to her stomach as she watches Eliza approach the mirror, her eyes wide with shock. "What are you talking about?" she stammers, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. She's never been caught before, and the thought of her secret life being exposed sends a cold wave of fear through her.

"Oh, Sammy, don't play coy with me," Eliza says, her voice still sugary but with a hint of steel beneath. She traces a finger along the mirror's gilded frame, her eyes reflecting in the glass like blue flames. "You've been quite the busy bee, haven't you? Stealing company secrets, blackmailing the unsuspecting. It's all rather... naughty."

She turns to face Sammy, her expression a mix of amusement and calculation. "But I'm not here to judge you. I've been hired to make sure your little hobby doesn't interfere with certain interests. And I have a proposition for you."

Sammy's hand clenches around her wine glass, the chill of the glass against her palm the only thing keeping her from shaking. "What... what kind of proposition?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She tries to keep the fear from showing, but she can't help but feel the walls closing in around her.

"Ah, now we're getting to the juicy part," Eliza says, her smile turning predatory. She steps closer to Sammy, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "You see, I have certain... preferences," she says, her voice dropping to a murmur. "And I've noticed something about you, Sammy. That sweet, innocent exterior hides a wild spirit, doesn't it?" She leans in, her breath hot against Sammy's ear. "I think we could help each other out."

Sammy's eyes widen as Eliza's breath tickles her ear, the words sending a shockwave through her body. She's frozen in place, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, there's something about Eliza's proximity, the way she says "we could help each other," that makes her pulse quicken.

She swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure. "What... what kind of preferences?" she asks, her voice a hoarse whisper.

"Well, my dear," Eliza purrs, her hand sliding down Sammy's arm to grasp her wrist, "I find that the most delicious secrets are best shared in private." She tugs Sammy gently towards the mirror, the candlelight casting a seductive glow on their reflections.

"Let's just say I enjoy... unconventional forms of entertainment. And I've noticed the way you look at me. You're curious, aren't you?" Her voice is a siren's call, luring Sammy closer to the edge.

Sammy feels a mix of terror and intrigue as Eliza pulls her closer to the mirror. She's aware of her own shallow breathing, her eyes locked on the reflection of Eliza's intense gaze. She nods, her voice a mere breath. "I... I am," she admits, the words slipping out before she can stop them. As Eliza's hand travels to the zipper of her dress, she feels the coolness of the metal against her spine.

The dress slides down her body, pooling at her ankles like a dark waterfall. She's suddenly very aware of her own nakedness, the room spinning around her as Eliza's eyes trace every inch of her exposed skin. Her heart is racing, but she can't look away from their entwined reflections.

"Mmm," Eliza hums, her eyes raking over Sammy's body with a hunger that sends a shiver down Sammy's spine. "You are absolutely exquisite, Sammy." She steps back, giving Sammy a once-over that feels both appraising and admiring. "And your secret," she says, her eyes dropping to the growing bulge in Sammy's panties, "it's quite... impressive."

Sammy's breath catches in her throat as Eliza's eyes linger on her body, the warmth of Eliza's gaze leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She feels a strange mix of embarrassment and pride as Eliza's voice washes over her, praising her figure with a connoisseur's appreciation. Her cock, already semi-hard from the excitement of the evening, starts to swell with every word Eliza speaks. She can't help but watch her own reflection in the mirror, seeing herself through Eliza's eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath she takes. She feels a warmth spread through her as Eliza's eyes finally settle on her growing arousal, a smirk playing on the blonde's lips.

"You're so beautiful," Eliza whispers, the sound of her voice like a caress. "And I can see you're quite excited about our little arrangement."

E"You see, Sammy," Eliza says, her eyes never leaving the reflection of Sammy's exposed body, "I believe in... mutually beneficial relationships. And I think you could be quite valuable to me." She steps closer again, her hand coming to rest on Sammy's shoulder. "But I need to be sure you're willing to play along." Her hand slides down Sammy's arm, her fingers dancing over the soft skin until they reach Sammy's hand. She lifts it, her own hand guiding Sammy's to the apex of her own thighs. "Why don't you show me how much you want this?"

Sammy's eyes widen as Eliza's hand covers hers, guiding it towards her own body. She feels the heat of Eliza's touch, the pressure of her fingers urging her to comply. She takes a deep, shaky breath, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on her. With trembling hands, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs. Her cock springs free, already thickening with desire. She looks up at Eliza, her heart racing as she awaits the next command.

"Very good," Eliza praises, her voice a velvety purr that sends a shiver through Sammy. She watches with a predatory gaze as Sammy's underwear falls to the floor. "Now, show me how much you truly want this," she says, her eyes flicking down to Sammy's cock. She releases Sammy's hand, allowing her to take full control of her own body. The air is thick with tension, charged with the unspoken understanding of what's to come.

Sammy's hand hovers over her cock for a moment, her eyes meeting Eliza's in the mirror. She can see the hunger in the blonde's gaze, the way her pupils have dilated with excitement. With a deep breath, she wraps her hand around her shaft, feeling the heat and the pulsing need. She starts to stroke herself, her movements tentative at first, but growing bolder as Eliza's smile widens.

She watches her own reflection, the way her hand moves up and down, the way her hips start to rock in sync with her strokes. The sight is mesmerizing, and she feels a thrill of power at being the center of Eliza's attention.

"That's it," Eliza murmurs, her eyes alight with glee. "Show me how much you want to keep your secrets safe," she says, her voice a sultry command. Her hand comes up to trace a line along Sammy's jaw, sending a jolt of desire through her. "I can see it in your eyes, how much you crave this. Don't hold back."

Sammy's hand moves more confidently now, her strokes growing stronger and faster as she watches Eliza's reflection in the mirror. She feels a strange thrill in performing for the blonde, her body responding to the unspoken power dynamics. The candlelight flickers over her skin, making her feel like she's in a dream. She's never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet it's intoxicating.

Eliza leans in closer, her breath hot against Sammy's cheek. "Remember, my dear," she says, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight, "you're not allowed to reach that sweet release without my permission." Her voice is a soft, seductive whisper that sends a shiver down Sammy's spine. She runs a finger lightly over Sammy's collarbone, her touch sending a ripple of pleasure through her body. "It's all about control," And tonight, you're going to learn just how much fun it can be to surrender it to me."

Sammy's strokes falter at the words, her eyes widening in the mirror. "I... I'm not sure I can do that," she stammers, her voice trembling. But even as she speaks, her hand doesn't stop moving, driven by a need she can't quite articulate. She watches as Eliza's eyes darken, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a knowing smile. "We'll see," Eliza says, her voice low and filled with promise.

The tension in the room is palpable, the air charged with unspoken desires. Sammy's hand continues to move on her cock, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She can feel her orgasm building, a tightness in her belly that makes her legs wobble. She tries to focus on Eliza's eyes in the mirror, the way they're watching her so intently, but it's getting harder to think of anything but the sweet release that's just out of reach.

"Mmm, you're doing so well, Sammy," Eliza says, her voice like a caress. She moves closer, her breasts brushing against Sammy's arm. "But remember, no coming without my permission. That's the deal, isn't it?" She runs her hand down Sammy's back, her nails lightly scraping the skin, sending a shiver through her. "Now, tell me, what's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?"

Sammy's eyes flutter shut as Eliza's hand traces down her spine, her breath hitching in her throat. She opens her eyes, staring at their reflection. "I... I hacked into a CEO's email," she confesses, her voice strained with arousal. "Found some very... compromising photos."

"Oooh, you naughty girl," Eliza coos, her hand sliding down to grip Sammy's hip. "And what did you do with those photos?" Her grip tightens, urging Sammy to continue her ministrations.

Sammy bites her bottom lip, her strokes becoming more erratic as the memory of the illicit thrill washes over her. "I... I used them to blackmail him," she admits, her voice strained with the effort of speaking and controlling herself. The candlelight dances over Eliza's skin, making her look like a goddess of temptation. Sammy's eyes dart back to the mirror, watching the blur of her hand as it moves faster and faster. She can feel her climax building, a storm gathering within her.

"Very naughty," Eliza whispers, her breath hot against Sammy's ear. "But tell me, what did you get from it? What was your price?" Her hand slides around to cup Sammy's ass, squeezing gently.

Sammy's eyes glaze over with the memory of the thrill she felt as she watched the CEO squirm under her digital thumb. "Money," she breathes, her hand moving faster on her cock. "A lot of money. 50 grand." The pressure in her belly is becoming unbearable, her body begging for release. She fights it, her eyes locked with Eliza's in the mirror, the blue orbs a storm of desire and challenge.

"Ah, the sweet taste of power," Eliza says, her grip on Sammy's hip tightening, her thumb stroking a small circle against the sensitive skin. "But let's not kid ourselves, Sammy. I know everything about you. Your little blackmail schemes, your secret stash of ill-gotten gains. And now, you're going to be my little pet." She leans in closer, her breath a warm caress against Sammy's neck. "You see, I don't just want to be your friend, I want to be your... owner" She whispers the last word, her breath tickling Sammy's ear. "You're going to serve and worship me, and together we'll explore the darkest corners of desire and control. And the best part? You won't get to come until I say so." She squeezes Sammy's ass harder, her nails digging in just enough to make it clear she's not playing around. "Do we have an understanding?"

Sammy's hand falters on her cock, the realization of Eliza's true intentions crashing over her like a wave. She feels a strange mix of fear and arousal as the blonde's words sink in. She nods, her voice shaky. "I... I understand," she whispers. The thought of being owned, of being under Eliza's control, sends a thrill through her that she can't deny.

"Good girl," Eliza says, her voice a purr of approval. She leans in closer, her breath a warm tickle against Sammy's ear. "Now, come for me. I want to see you lose control."

Sammy's eyes widen with the sudden permission, the dam of her self-control shattering. Her hand moves furiously over her cock, the pleasure spiraling out of control. She watches her reflection in the mirror, her body arching as she nears climax. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes locked with Eliza's in the glass. The pressure builds, her muscles tensing until she can't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, she comes, her seed spattering the mirror in a wild display of passion.

Eliza's eyes gleam with victory as she watches Sammy's release, the mirror now a canvas of desire. She takes a step back, admiring the artwork they've created together. "Magnificent," she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, as your owner, I have your first task." She saunters closer, her heels clicking against the floor like a metronome of dominance. "You're going to clean up this mess, aren't you, my pet?" she says, her tone playful yet firm.

"Use your tongue, and make sure it's spotless." She taps the mirror with a crimson-tipped nail, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. The command sends a jolt of excitement through Sammy, and she can't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal at the thought of tasting herself under Eliza's gaze.

Sammy's legs feel like jelly as she sinks to her knees, her breath still coming in pants. She looks up at Eliza through the fog of lust, her eyes glazed over with a mix of submission and trepidation. She reaches out, her hand trembling slightly, and touches the mirror. The cold glass feels like a shock to her heated skin.

With a deep breath, she leans in, her tongue tentatively touching the sticky residue. The taste is surprisingly bitter, but she doesn't dare disobey. She licks the mirror clean, her movements becoming more sure with each stroke. She can feel Eliza's eyes on her, watching every motion, and it fuels her desire to please. As she works, she can't help but wonder what other tasks Eliza will demand of her, what other secrets she'll be forced to reveal in exchange for her freedom. But for now, all she can focus on is the thrill of serving the woman who holds her fate in her hands.

Eliza's smile widens, her eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement as she watches Sammy clean the mirror. She knows she's struck a nerve, and the power she holds over the beautiful, submissive creature before her is intoxicating. With a graceful pivot on her heel, she saunters across the room, her hips swaying with purpose.

She opens a drawer in a polished wooden dresser, her fingers gliding over silk scarves and velvet ties before finding what she's looking for: a small, gleaming chastity cage. It's a delicate piece of craftsmanship, designed to both confine and tantalize. She holds it up, watching the light dance across the metal. "Patience, my pet," she says, her voice a seductive whisper. "Your training is just beginning."

She approaches Sammy, her movements deliberate and predatory. "Now, stand up," she commands, her voice firm but not unkind. "I have something that will ensure you remember our little agreement." She extends the cage, the anticipation in the air thick and palpable.

Sammy rises to her feet, her legs wobbly from the intense climax and the sudden shift in power dynamics. She stares at the chastity cage, her heart racing. She's never worn one before, but the thought of being so utterly controlled by Eliza sends a thrill through her. She nods, her eyes never leaving the cage as Eliza approaches. The blonde's hand is cool and firm as it cups her balls, gently guiding her cock into the cage. The metal clicks into place, and she feels the cold embrace of her new prison. She looks up into Eliza's eyes, a mix of fear and longing in her gaze. "It's so... tight," she murmurs, her voice a soft whine.

"It's supposed to be," Eliza says. She adjusts the cage, making sure it's snug but not painful. "It's a reminder of who's in charge now, isn't it?" She runs her thumb over the shiny metal, watching the way Sammy's pupils dilate with the touch. "And if you're a good little pet, I might just let you out to play."

Sammy nods, her breath coming in short pants. She can't believe she's standing here, locked in a chastity cage by her neighbor, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "What... what do you want me to do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eliza's smile is like a cat that's caught a particularly satisfying mouse. She reaches into the same drawer she pulled the cage from and extracts a small, gleaming key attached to a delicate silver necklace. She dangles it in front of Sammy's eyes, the metal glinting in the candlelight. "This," she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "is the key to your release. And it's going to stay right here," she adds, placing the necklace around her own neck, the key nestled in the valley between her breasts.

She tucks it in, ensuring it's secure and visible. "Every time you see me, you'll remember who holds the power here. And every time you want to come, you'll have to ask me for permission, understand?" She strokes Sammy's cheek with the back of her hand, her eyes boring into hers. "It's going to be such fun, watching you squirm."

Sammy nods, the gravity of the situation setting in. She feels a strange sense of both fear and exhilaration as Eliza secures the key around her neck. She's never been so clearly owned, and the thought sends a shiver down her spine. "I... I understand," she murmurs, her eyes never leaving the necklace. She knows she's in over her head, but she can't deny the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and looks up at Eliza. "What happens now?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly.

"Now, my dear Sammy," Eliza says, her voice a sweet caress, "it's time for you to go home. You've had quite the evening, haven't you?" She takes a step back, her eyes never leaving Sammy's. "But don't worry, I'll be seeing you very soon." She runs her hand down Sammy's arm, her fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "In the meantime," she says, her smile turning predatory, "think about our arrangement. Think about how much you want to please me." She leans in, her breath warm against Sammy's ear. "And remember, no touching without permission."

Chapter 4

It's been a week since that fateful night, and not a single word from Eliza. Sammy's days have been a blur of work and furtive glances at the clock, her thoughts forever drifting back to the cage. She tries to focus on her cybersecurity work, but her mind keeps wandering to the seductive games Eliza had promised. Her frustration builds, the need for release growing more intense with each passing moment. She's tried everything to distract herself, but the cage is a relentless, insistent presence, a silent demand for her submission. She wonders if Eliza is watching her, enjoying her torment from afar. She can't even take a bath without feeling the cruel embrace of the metal, a constant companion to her unfulfilled desires.

The digital clock on Sammy's nightstand reads 2:57 AM when she finally succumbs to sleep. Her dreams are a whirlwind of images: the gleaming chastity cage, Eliza's knowing smile, the echo of her own desperate pleas. The quiet is suddenly shattered by a knock at the door. Her eyes fly open, heart racing. She glances at the clock again, the red numbers glaring back at her: 3:00 AM. The knocking persists, a rhythmic staccato that sends shivers down her spine. She knows it's Eliza; the anticipation is palpable. She throws the covers off, her legs wobbly from a week of denied release. She pads to the door, her hand hovering over the lock. What does Eliza want from her now? What new torment does she have planned? The door opens to reveal Eliza, dressed in a sheer negligee that clings to her curves. Her eyes are dark with desire, and she holds a leather collar in one hand. "Hello, pet," she says, her voice a low purr. "I've come to collect."

Sammy's eyes widen as she takes in Eliza's attire, her heart racing in her chest. "Collect?" she stammers, her voice barely audible.

Eliza steps into the apartment, the sound echoing through the stillness of the night. She lets the negligee fall from her shoulders, revealing her naked body, her skin almost luminous in the moonlight. She walks towards Sammy with a predatory grace, the leather collar still clutched in her hand. "You see, my dear," she says, her voice a velvety whisper, "I believe in the proper care and maintenance of one's assets."

She runs her finger along the line of the chastity cage, the metal a stark contrast to the softness of Sammy's skin. "And you, my pet, are my most valuable property." She reaches down, her hand cupping Sammy's trapped arousal, her thumb brushing against the sensitive tip. "It's time to be milked," she murmurs, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Eliza gently wrapped her fingers around Sammys balls, squeezing very lightly and drawing a grasp from her plaything.

Sammy looks up into the blonde's eyes, seeing the hunger there, and feels a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. She knows she's powerless to resist. She feels the cold leather of the collar against her neck, the silver lettering of "Slut" stark against her skin. A shiver runs through her, a mix of dread and anticipation. She's Eliza's now, utterly and completely, and the thought sends a thrill through her body. She whispers, "Yes, Mistress," her voice trembling with need.

With a smug smile, Eliza takes a seat on the couch, the leather creaking under her weight. She pats her thigh, the gesture oddly comforting despite the power dynamics at play. "Come here, pet," she says, her voice low and authoritative. "Lay down, face first." Sammy's stomach flutters with nerves as she obeys, her bare skin brushing against the cool leather. She can feel the heat of Eliza's thighs against her own, the contrast sending a jolt through her. She lays her cheek against the couch, her eyes squeezed shut.

Sammy's breath hitches as she feels Eliza's thighs part slightly. She feels a space opening up between Eliza's thighs and get caged cock sliding into position. With a gentle but firm grip, Eliza places the caged cock between her thighs, the warmth of her skin making Sammy's trapped arousal pulse with desperation. She gasps as Eliza's legs come together, the pressure both excruciating and exquisite. "Mm, so obedient," Eliza coos, her voice a sweet symphony of dominance. Sammy can't help but push against the cage, seeking any friction she can get. "But remember, no coming without permission,"

Before Sammy can respond, Eliza's hand is over her mouth, her thumb pressing gently against her lips. "But we don't want to wake the neighbors, do we?" she whispers, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She pulls out a shiny red ballgag, the sight of it making Sammy's heart race even faster. She opens her mouth obediently, allowing Eliza to slip the ball inside, the leather straps fastening snugly around her head. The gag muffles any protest she might have had, leaving her at the mercy of Eliza's whims.

The sudden gag fills Sammy's mouth, the leather straps tight against her cheeks, the cold ball pressing against her tongue. She feels a rush of panic but quickly swallows it down, nodding her understanding. She trusts Eliza, even if her heart is hammering in her chest.

"Good girl," Eliza praises. She runs her hand down Sammy's back, tracing the line of her spine to the small of her back. "Now, I need you to put your wrists behind you." Sammy feels a tingle of excitement as she complies, her breathing quickening.

Sammy feels a rush of adrenaline as she obeys Eliza's command, placing her wrists behind her back. The leather of the couch is cold against her cheek, and she can't help but squirm slightly as the cage shifts with the movement. She feels Eliza's hand move to grip her wrists firmly, holding them in place. The blonde's other hand starts to explore, the tips of her fingers brushing against the soft flesh of her ass. The sensation sends a jolt through Sammy's body, making her jump. She bites down on the ballgag to stifle any noise, her eyes squeezed shut as Eliza's grip tightens. The massage starts out slow, but gradually picks up speed, her palm pressing into the flesh, moving in small circles that make Sammy's hips rock back and forth. The pressure builds, her trapped arousal begging for release, but she knows better than to move without permission. Her breath comes in short, frantic gasps as she tries to hold still, the intensity of the sensation almost too much to bear.

"You're mine now, Sammy," Eliza says, her voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers down Sammy's spine. "Every inch of you belongs to me, to do with as I please." She leans down, her breath hot against Sammy's ear. "Do you understand?"

Sammy nods frantically, her eyes wide with both fear and excitement. She can feel Eliza's power over her, the way her body responds to the blonde's every touch.

With a knowing smile, Eliza sees the anticipation in Sammy's eyes and decides to push the boundaries of their newfound dynamic. She brings her hand up to her mouth, her tongue darting out to moisten her index finger. Sammy's eyes widen as she watches, realizing what's about to happen. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

Eliza leans in, her breath warm against Sammy's ear. "Remember, you're mine," she whispers. She traces the wet finger down Sammy's spine. When she reaches the base of Sammy's back, she lingers, her finger circling the tight, untouched hole. Without warning, she presses in, the tip of her digit breaching the entrance. Sammy's body tenses, a muffled gasp escaping the confines of the ballgag. The sensation is foreign, yet thrilling. Eliza's finger moves with a gentle, insistent pressure, the wetness of her spit easing the way.

The sudden intrusion sends a shock of pleasure through Sammy's body, the pain quickly giving way to new pleasent sensation. She's never been touched there before, and the feeling is overwhelming. She tries to hold still, but her body betrays her, pushing back against Eliza's finger. The gag in her mouth stifles any sound she might make, but her eyes tell the story: a mix of shock, pain, and a desperate need for more.

Eliza watches Sammy's reaction with a sense of triumph, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She can feel the resistance in Sammy's body, the untapped potential waiting to be unlocked. She presses deeper, her finger sliding in and out with increasing speed, her thumb still stroking the base of the chastity cage. She knows she's found the spot when Sammy's hips start to buck, her body moving in time with Eliza's ministrations. "Mm, you like that, don't you?" she purrs, her voice a dark whisper in the night.

Sammy's body responds to Eliza's touch with a mix of shock and pleasure, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. The sensation is new, raw, and overwhelming. She can feel her body opening up to Eliza's intrusion, her muscles clenching around the invading digit. The pain subsides, replaced by a deep, intense pleasure that seems to resonate through her very core. She tries to hold back the moan that builds in her throat, her eyes squeezed shut as Eliza's finger finds that special spot deep inside her, the one she didn't even know existed. Her prostate throbs with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Despite the ballgag, she can't help but whimper, her hips bucking involuntarily against the couch. She's never felt so... so... owned. And it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

The pressure inside Sammy builds, her body aching for release. She's so close, so very close, and she can feel Eliza's hand moving faster, her thumb pressing harder against the base of the chastity cage. She bites down on the ballgag, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She can't hold it in anymore, she needs... she needs... "P-please, Mistress," she mumbles through the gag, her voice muffled but desperate. "Can I... can I come?"

Eliza's eyes narrow with satisfaction at Sammy's plea, her grip on the chastity cage tightening slightly. She leans down, her breasts brushing against Sammy's back as she whispers, "You want to come, don't you, my little pet?" Her voice is a sweet taunt, her breath hot on Sammy's neck. She withdraws her finger, the sudden absence of pressure making Sammy's body clench. "You know the rules," Eliza says, her tone playful but firm. "Beg for it," Eliza commands, her voice a dark purr. "Beg for your Mistress to let you cum."

Sammy's eyes fly open at Eliza's command, her chest heaving with each desperate breath. She's never felt so... exposed, so desperate for someone's touch. She nods frantically, her voice muffled by the ballgag. "P-please, Mistress," she manages to say, the words barely audible. "I... I need it. I need to cum for you." Eliza slides a second finger inside Sammy asshole and quickens her pace.

A wicked smile plays on Eliza's lips as she feels Sammy's desperation grow. "Very well, pet," she says, her voice dripping with power. "You may cum." With that, she presses down on the base of the chastity cage, the pressure unbearable. Elizas fingers pump her asshole rapidly. Sammy's body arches off the couch, a muffled scream of pleasure escaping her gagged mouth as she reaches her climax. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she shakes with the intensity of it, her orgasm ripped from her almost against her will.

Sammy's body is a tapestry of sensations as Eliza grants her permission. Her cock, trapped and desperate within the chastity cage, responds immediately to the increased pressure, the metal biting into her flesh as she bucks against Eliza's firm thighs. She feels the warmth of her own cum fill the cage, the feeling of release so intense it's almost painful. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she bites down on the ballgag to stifle the animalistic sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape. Her legs tremble as the orgasm overtakes her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her body. She's never felt so utterly powerless, so completely at the mercy of another person's will. When it's over, she collapses against the couch, her breathing ragged and her body covered in a sheen of sweat.

Eliza watches Sammy's climax with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, her fingers still buried deep inside her. As the tremors subside, she withdraws her hand, her fingers wet. She gently wipes them on the back of Sammy's thigh before leaning down to whisper in her ear, "You've made quite the mess on my thighs, haven't you, pet?" She says it with a mocking tone, a smirk playing on her lips. "You'll have to clean up after yourself." She releases Sammy's wrists, her own body thrumming with the desire she's stoked in her new toy.

Sammy's eyes snap open at the sound of Eliza's voice, her breath still coming in short, desperate gasps. She nods frantically, the ballgag feeling huge and intrusive in her mouth. She's eager to please, to show her gratitude for the intense pleasure she's just been granted.

Eliza stands gracefully, the leather the couch creaking, gently rolling Sammy onto her back on the floor. She reaches down and deftly unbuckles the ballgag, pulling it free from Sammy's mouth with a gentle tug. "Such a good girl," she coos, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She traces a line of Sammy's own cum up her inner thigh. "Now, lick it clean," she orders, her voice a seductive purr. Sammy eagerly obliges, rising to her knees, her tongue darting out to lick the evidence of her orgasm from Eliza's skin. The taste is a mix of salt and musk, and she can't help but find it strangely erotic. She works her way up Eliza's thighs, her tongue swirling and lapping, savoring every drop.

Sammy's eyes meet Eliza's, a mix of awe and lust swirling in their depths. She understands the implication, her body responding despite the unspoken rule. She looks up at Eliza, her eyes questioning.

Sensing Sammy's confusion, Eliza's smile widens, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't worry, pet," she says, her voice a sweet caress. "You've earned it" She leans down closer, placing a hand on Sammy's chin, tilting her head up to look into her eyes. "But remember, you're here to serve me" She straddles Sammy's face, her own desire for control evident in the way she positions herself.

Sammy's eyes widen slightly as she feels the warmth and wetness of Eliza's pussy press against her face. She's never been in this position before, but something primal takes over. Her tongue darts out, tentatively touching Eliza's skin. The taste is intoxicating, and she can't help but moan against her. Eliza's grip on her hair tightens, guiding her movements. Sammy surrenders to the sensation, her mouth moving with a hunger she didn't know she had. She licks and kisses, her tongue sliding into Eliza's folds, exploring the new landscape of her body. She can feel Eliza's legs tremble, her thighs tightening around her head, and she knows she's doing well. The power dynamics are clear: she's the submissive, Eliza the dominant, but in this moment, she feels a strange sense of power too.

"Good girl," Eliza murmurs, her voice thick with desire. She can feel Sammy's tentative movements, the way she's learning the contours of her body. It's clear that Sammy is eager to please, and it only makes her more excited. She rocks her hips, pressing herself harder against Sammy's face. "Don't hold back," she instructs, her voice a gentle command. "Be my good little fucktoy." Sammy's response is immediate, her tongue pushing deeper, exploring the depths of Eliza's desire. The sound of her moans mingle with the wetness of their joined bodies, creating a symphony of pleasure that Eliza can't get enough of.

Sammy's heart races as she tastes Eliza, her body responding to the new sensations. She eagerly follows Eliza's instructions, her tongue swirling and diving, trying to give her Mistress the same intense pleasure she's just experienced. The power dynamics are heady, but she finds herself craving more, her mind racing with thoughts of what Eliza will do next. She can feel Eliza's muscles tightening, her breath hitching, and it only drives her on.

Eliza's thighs tighten around Sammy's head, her hips grinding against her face. The sweet sound of her pleasure fills the room, and Sammy feels a strange sense of pride knowing she's the cause. She can feel Eliza's climax approaching, the blonde's body tensing above her. And then it happens: Eliza's orgasm crashes over her, and she cums hard, her juices spilling onto Sammy's face. Sammy gasps, the sudden wetness a shock, but she quickly relaxes into it, her tongue lapping up every drop. She's covered in Eliza's scent, a mix of desire and dominance that makes her own trapped arousal pulse. Eliza's grip in her hair loosens, and she slumps down onto Sammy's face, panting heavily. "Good girl," she whispers, her voice thick with satisfaction

Chapter 5

Sammy spends the next few days in a haze of desire and anticipation, her thoughts consumed by Eliza and their explosive encounter. She jumps at every sound in the hallway, hoping it's her new Mistress coming to claim her again. She's never felt so alive, so desired. Each time she passes the mirror, she thinks of the chastity cage that's become a constant reminder of her submission. She's been dreaming of Eliza's touch, the way she owned her body, and she craves more. The longing becomes almost unbearable, and she finds herself checking her phone every few minutes, hoping for a message. When it finally comes, it's like a bolt of lightning, jolting her out of her mundane existence. She reads the text, her heart racing: "Good evening, pet. I trust you've been thinking of me. I want to play a little game this evening. Meet me at 45 Tombermane Lane at 11."

With trembling hands, Sammy types the address into her computer. The search results make her stomach flip—45 Tombermane Lane is the address of an infamous adult entertainment shop, "The Velvet Whip." She's both thrilled and terrified at the prospect of what awaits her there. The shop is known for its high-quality BDSM gear and exclusive clientele. She's never been anywhere like this before, but the excitement of serving Eliza in such a place is too much to resist. She dresses in a short skirt and a tight blouse, knowing that the risk of being recognized adds to the thrill. She heads out, her cock straining against the cage with every step, a testament to her excitement and fear.

As the clock strikes 10:45 PM, Sammy nervously approaches the dimly lit storefront of "The Velvet Whip." The neon sign flickers, casting eerie shadows on the sidewalk. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before pushing open the door. The scent of leather and something faintly sweet greets her, and she feels a strange sense of homecoming. She's greeted by a stern-looking man behind the counter who raises an eyebrow at the sight of her. She whispers, "I'm here to see Eliza," and he nods, pointing her to the back. She follows his gesture, her heart hammering in her chest as she climbs a set of stairs.

The door at the top of the stairs opens, and there she is, dressed in a stunning latex corset that cinches her waist and pushes her large breasts up, creating an impossible-to-ignore cleavage. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight bun, and she has a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Good girl," Eliza purrs, eyeing Sammy's attire with approval. "You're learning."

As Sammy steps into the dimly lit, velvet-draped room, her eyes widen at the sight of a naked, latex-hooded figure kneeling in the corner. The girl's mouth, eyes, and nostrils are the only visible features, creating an eerie, submissive tableau. Sammy feels a mix of shock and arousal, her cock straining against the confines of the chastity cage. She tries to avert her gaze, but Eliza's commanding presence draws her attention back. "Eyes on me, pet," Eliza says, her voice a seductive whisper. Sammy's heart races as she takes in the opulent space filled with various BDSM toys and equipment. She can't help but feel like she's entered a world she's only dreamed of—until now.

"Allow me to introduce Kate," Eliza says with a gesture towards the kneeling figure. "She's quite talented with her mouth. Aren't you, Kate?" The hooded girl nods eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement beneath the latex. "Kate here is going to be joining us tonight. Think of her as a test for you, Sammy. If you can get the better of her you'll earn your freedom from that cage for a whole week. If you fail, the cage stays on when you leave here."

Swallowing hard, Sammy's eyes dart between Eliza and Kate. The thought of being free from the cage is tantalizing, but the idea of competing with someone so obviously skilled in submission is daunting. "What kind of test, Mistress?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly.

Eliza's smile widens as she saunters closer to Sammy, her hips swaying with each step. She stops just in front of her, so close that Sammy can feel the heat radiating from her body. "Ah, so eager for the challenge," she murmurs. "Very well, let's begin. Strip for me, pet," Eliza commands, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I want to see every inch of that body that belongs to me now and I will explain the rules."

With trembling hands, Sammy starts to undo the buttons of her blouse, her eyes never leaving Eliza's. She feels a strange thrill at the thought of being judged by her Mistress. As the fabric falls away, she exposes her slender frame, her cock already straining against the cage.

Eliza's gaze roams over Sammy's body, a predatory glint in her eyes. She nods to Kate, who rises gracefully from her position. Kate approaches Sammy, her movements silent and precise. She takes the necklace key that hangs from Eliza's neck gets to her knees before Sammy and deftly unlocking the chastity cage, freeing Sammy's cock. The cool air of the room causes Sammy to shiver and gasp.

Sammy feels a surge of relief as the cage is removed, but it's quickly replaced by a mix of excitement and dread. Kate's hands are cool and gentle as she takes hold of Sammy's cock, stroking it gently before leaning in and slowing running her tongue up the length of Sammy's quickly hardening shaft. Sammy's knees threaten to buckle at the sensation, but she fights to stay upright, her eyes locked on Eliza's smug expression.

"Now, pet," Eliza says, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "the rules of the game are simple. Kate is going to show you how eager she is to serve. Your task is to remain in control. You are not to come, no matter what she does. If you can resist her talented mouth, you will be rewarded. Fail, and you'll have to endure two weeks in the cage without release."

Sammy looks down into the eyes pearing back at her from the holes in the tightly fighting hood. The girls ruby red lips part and she takes Sammy into her mouth.

Sammy's breath hitches as Kate's mouth surrounds her cock, the sensation more intense than she could have ever imagined. She tries to focus on Eliza's words, but the pleasure is already threatening to overwhelm her. She nods as Kate begins gently bobbing her head backwards and forwards. Soft wet noises begin to fill the quiet room.

With a flick of her wrist, Eliza opens a sleek, antique pocket watch and sets the timer to ten minutes. She holds it up for Sammy to see, the second hand ticking away ominously. "Let the game begin," she says with a sultry smile. "Remember, you must not come, no matter what Kate does to you. Prove your self-control and your loyalty to me." The sound of the timer echoes in the room, setting a tense rhythm that matches the pounding of Sammy's heart.

Sammy nods, feeling the pressure of the challenge weigh heavily upon her. She closes her eyes, willing herself to focus on anything but the warm, wet heaven enveloping her cock. Kate's technique is flawless, her mouth moving in perfect rhythm, her tongue dancing against the sensitive spots. Sammy's thoughts are a tumultuous storm of desire and discipline, trying to hold back the wave of pleasure threatening to crash over her. She grips the edge of the velvet-covered table, her knuckles turning white.

Eliza watches the scene unfold with a detached amusement, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She strokes a flogger idly, the leather tips whispering against her palm. "Remember, pet," she says, her voice low and hypnotic, "you're mine to command. Your pleasure is mine to give and withhold."

Sammy's eyes fly open at Eliza's words, and she looks down at Kate, whose eyes are filled with determination. The blonde's tongue is a relentless force, teasing and coaxing Sammy's cock. She bites her bottom lip, fighting the urge to moan. Her mind is a whirlwind of thoughts—the warmth of Kate's mouth, the cold steel of the cage, and the promise of Eliza's reward. She focuses on the ticking of the pocket watch, each second a battle won or lost. Her body feels like it's on fire, the pleasure building like a volcano ready to erupt. She tries to think of mundane things—work emails, the sound of rain—but Kate's skilled ministrations make it almost impossible.

Eliza's smile widens as she watches the tension in Sammy's body build. The room is thick with sexual energy, the only sounds the wet sucking noises from Kate's mouth and Sammy's labored breathing. She can see the struggle in Sammy's eyes, the way she's fighting the urge to give in. "You're doing well, pet," Eliza murmurs encouragingly, her voice a gentle caress. "But remember, I expect nothing less than perfection." And with that, Kate takes Sammy's cock deep into her throat, the sudden sensation making Sammy's eyes roll back in her head. She grips the table even tighter, her nails digging into the velvet. The world narrows to just the two of them, the thrill of the challenge mixing with the exquisite agony of resisting release.

Sammy's resolve wavers as Kate's skilled mouth works her cock with a fervor that seems almost inhuman. She tries to focus on the ticking of the pocket watch, the rhythmic sound a metronome in the symphony of pleasure. But each stroke, each suck, feels like it's bringing her closer to the edge. She can feel her balls tightening, the pressure building. "Mistress," she gasps, her voice a desperate plea. "I don't know if I can...I don't know if I can hold on."

"Oh, but you must," Eliza says, her voice a silky purr. She steps closer, the scent of her perfume wrapping around Sammy like a seductive embrace. "You're doing so well, my sweet pet. But the game isn't over yet."

The words barely register as Kate's hands come into play, her fingers encircling the base of Sammy's cock and moving in time with her mouth. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear, and Sammy's eyes squeeze shut as she tries to hold back the impending orgasm.

Thick drool and spit now dangle from Kate's chin as she sucks, not hesitating to press every inch of Sammy down her throat over and over.

Sammy's eyes squeeze shut even tighter, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The feeling of Kate's throat tightening around her cock is almost too much to handle. She tries to focus on the cold steel of the chastity cage, the feeling of Eliza's hand on her neck, the sound of the watch ticking, but it's like trying to hold back a dam with her bare hands. "Mistress, please," she begs, her voice strained. She can feel the orgasm approaching like a freight train, her entire body tense and quivering.

With a knowing smirk, Eliza saunters closer to the pair, her heels clicking against the floor like the tick of a metronome, setting the pace for their erotic dance. She observes Sammy's tormented expression, the desperate struggle against Kate's talented mouth, and decides it's time to up the ante. With a wicked glint in her eye, she reaches out and traces a single, manicured nail down Sammy's spine, sending a shiver through her body. "Patience, pet," she whispers, her breath hot against Sammy's ear. "Your reward is so close." But as the words leave her lips, Kate's hand moves to Sammy's ass, her index finger teasing the tight entrance before sliding in without preamble. Sammy's body jolts at the sudden intrusion, a bolt of sensation shooting through her that she wasn't expecting.

Sammy's entire body spasms as Kate's finger presses deep inside her, the sudden intrusion sending her spiraling closer to the edge. She tries to clamp down on the sensation, to regain control, but Kate's relentless sucking and the burning pleasure from her ass are too much. With a strangled cry, she feels her cock pulse, and before she can stop it the moment arrives. Kate senses her victory and continues pumping with both hands as she pulls her mouth off of Sammy, sticking her tongue out and waiting. Sammy's cock erupts several thick ropes of white cum onto the kneeling girls face and tongue.

A delighted laugh escapes Eliza's lips as she watches Sammy's climax, her hand still resting gently on Kate's neck. "Very good, pet," she praises, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "But it seems you've failed the test." She nods to Kate, who swallows the last of Sammy's cum with a hungry look in her eyes.

Sammy's body goes slack as the orgasm subsides, her chest heaving with exertion. The reality of her failure sets in, and she opens her eyes to see Kate's latex-covered face smeared with her own release. The sight sends a thrill through her, a mix of embarrassment and submission that she can't ignore. She watches as Kate licks her fingers clean, savoring the taste, her eyes never leaving Sammy's. The hooded figure's actions are both erotic and degrading, a stark reminder of the power Eliza holds over her. Sammy feels a warm blush spread across her cheeks, her cock already beginning to soften as Kate stands and returns to her place in the corner, the latex hood still in place.

"You did well, considering," Eliza says, checking the time on the pocket watch. "Two minutes fifty-four seconds. Not bad for a first attempt." Her voice is light, but there's a hint of disappointment that sends a cold shiver down Sammy's spine. "But you'll need to do better if you want to earn that week of freedom."

Sammy's knees wobble as the orgasm subsides, leaving her feeling both satisfied and chastised. She opens her eyes to meet Eliza's gaze, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. She tries to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she looks down at her cock, now slack and sticky with Kate's saliva. She feels a strange sense of pride at having pleased Eliza, even if she didn't pass the test.

"Kate, my dear," Eliza says with a tilt of her head, her eyes still on Sammy. "It seems our little pet needs to be reminded of her place."

Sammy's eyes widen in dismay as she realizes the implication of Eliza's words. The pleasure from her orgasm dissipates like mist in the sun as Kate approaches, her gentle hands deftly reaching for the chastity cage. The cool metal presses against Sammy's still-sensitive cock, sending a shiver down her spine. She tries to protest, but the words catch in her throat as Kate's skilled fingers guide her back into the cage, the cold steel encasing her once again. She whimpers as Kate locks it into place, the sound of the lock clicking shut like a door to her brief freedom. She looks up at Eliza, her eyes pleading, but all she sees is a smug smile and a knowing glint in those piercing blue eyes.

Eliza steps closer, the smell of leather and lust thick in the air as she takes Sammy's chin in her hand, tilting her head back. "You're such a good little pet," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "But we both know you're not ready for that kind of freedom yet." She leans in, her breath warm and sweet against Sammy's neck, and Sammy feels a thrill of anticipation and fear at what's to come. "Now, go home and think about what you've learned tonight. And maybe, if you're a very good girl, I'll have another surprise for you after your timeout." With that, Eliza presses a firm, possessive kiss to Sammy's lips. Sammy's eyes flutter shut, lost in the kiss, feeling both claimed and humiliated by her failure. When Eliza pulls away, she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment.