Mia tilted her head and pressed her lips together, her arms tensing up and her hands clenched into fists. Claire's lips against her neck had ignited a tingling sensation that quickly spread through her body, remaining most notable in her chest and between her legs. She didn't move. With Claire's legs on either side and her chest behind her, her hand pressing against her belly, she didn't feel she could move anywhere. She was caught in the grip of the stronger woman and could do nothing but struggle and moan, two things she did not dare to do. Claire let her right hand slip down, crossing Mia's shoulder towards her chest. The left hand moved up, the same target in mind. Mia's lips parted and a long sigh escaped her throat as her captor gently pressed her breasts.
"That good?", the athlete giggled, starting to massage the blonde's chest through the sweater, making her shift tensely. Or a struggle that might have been shifting, had she had more space. She continued kissing the exposed skin above the collar, waiting for an answer that she didn't get, since her victim was too busy with biting her own lip in order not to make ore noises.
"Not gonna talk to me?" She pouted, raising one hand towards Mia's face, touching her cheek and gently turning her head so she could kiss her lips. Mia instantly relaxed, sighing into the kiss and leaning back against her girlfriend.
That's right, it was her. She had no reason to be tense. She would not hurt her, she could trust her.
"Then might as well.", Claire spoke after parting, pushing something between Mia's lips and behind her teeth, forcing her to open her mouth wider. Mia winced, taken by surprise, but didn't give any sing of protest as the ball gag was fastened. She moved again, trying to calm herself and looking at the situation rationally. She couldn't move her arms, couldn't see and couldn't talk. The one she loved sat behind her, their bodies pressed together, teasing and kissing her, possibly driving her towards her limits.
This might be the greatest evening of my life., Mia thought to herself, as she couldn't stop herself from moaning at Claire's teeth softly biting her earlobe.

"So she went again?"
"She goes to see her every weekend."
"And you think they'll get it on?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. They are still new to this so who knows? Maybe they'll experiment some more, or maybe they're too embarrassed to even talk about it."
"You should have really taken them to see me, you're making me all curious."
"I'm enough of a bad influence already, they don't need you around, too. You'll just give them bad ideas."
"Ouch. I'm hurt. Get over here so I can punish you."
"Yeah, right. Have you looked outside?"
"Okay, fine. Be sure to punish yourself then. I'll see you... tomorrow?"
"Hopefully. Bye."
Jane put her cell phone aside and leaned back in her chair. A snowy storm raged outside her window.
Maybe I should., she thought to herself, smirking, Got all night for me alone after all.

Mia panted, a trail of saliva dripping down from her mouth, the gag preventing her from swallowing properly. For one, she was thankful for the break, on the other hand, she had almost reached her limit and denying her to go all the way nearly made her go mad. She was pushed to the side and onto her back, lying on her own arms, her head resting on a cushion. She heard rustling but couldn't think clear enough to try and guess what Claire was doing. She wiggled and bend her legs, desperately trying to get at least some kind of stimulation. Then, she felt Claire's hands on her legs, one of them slowly gliding up towards her hips and then... removing her panties.
Mia's head stopped processing information at this point. All she would remember of these moments would be Claire's hands and tongue, as Mia arched her back and moaned loudly into her gag, her mind calling out for more, only to have her body not responding, completely enslaved by the release of all her built-up sensation.