Lisa's senses began to focus, compensating for the loss of sight. Every touch was more intense. The sensation of her mistress' fingers pressing into and massaging her breasts, pinching, pulling and twisting her erect nipples. Her lips and tongue, and occasionally her teeth, caressing her neck and shoulder. Kathy's moans seemed louder and fuelled her own arousal. She could hear chains as Kathy struggled and whimpered.

Lisa herself also moaned softly, She strained and stretched her arms to feign an attempt to resist and enjoyed the collar's tight, strict grip on her neck every time she did. She was a prisoner, a slave, unable to fight, to resist in any form. Her strong, agile body squirmed helplessly under her owner's unrelenting force. Her body screamed for independence and freedom, but Caitlyn was generous and continued to remind her of her proper place.

Caitlyn's teeth dug into Lisa's neck, making the short-haired girl yelp and stiffen. Instinctively, her arms moved back, against the attacker's body.

The teeth released, but instead, her mistress took a firm grip of her hair and shoved her pet forward, pressing her into the rug. She could hear Kathy gasp. She was close, almost right in front of her.

"You're awfully resistant today, Lisa.", Caitlyn snarled, leaning over her, "You do not seem to appreciate what I do for you."

A shiver ran down Lisa's spine, one of arousal and danger at the same time.

"I'm sorry, mistress.", she replied, "I am very grateful for everything, mistress."

The grip didn't loosen. "Is that so? Then you won't mind asking nicely, would you?"

"Please continue, mistress.", Lisa whimpered, "I beg you, give me more, mistress."

Caitlyn's other hand came down hard on her slave's ass, making the tattooed girl cry in excitement.

"You like this, don't you? You like it when I hurt you, you perverted slut."

"Yes, mistress! Please more, mistress!"

Lisa's bikini bottoms were pulled down and three more slaps followed, each accompanied by excited yelps.

Caitlyn pulled her slave back up into the kneeling position, one hand in her hair, one on the strap connecting her bonds with her collar.

"See how good I am to you, slut?"

"Y-yes mistress, thank you..."

"Now, I will allow you to use your hands. But use them only on yourself and do not leave this position. Do you understand, slut?"

"Yes, mistress, I understand."

"Good girl."

The strap was removed, the belts opened and the sleeves slowly slipped off. Only the tight collar stayed on. Lisa stretched her arms for a moment and let her hands rest in her lap.

Her crotch was aching for attention, but she resisted and waited obediently. Kathy's moans were as intense as before, now mixed with audible breathing and short shrieks of built-up tension.

Lisa's hands itched. Her mistress' hands rested on her shoulders. She made her wait, intentionally, because she resisted before.

"You may start now.", Caitlyn whispered.

Immediately, Lisa pressed two fingers into her crotch and moaned in excitement, as she pressed her other hand into her chest, fondling her left breast.

"Cum any time you want."

"Th-thank you, mistress!", Lisa strained to answer.

Caitlyn's hand touched her cheek and turned her head. Their lips met and their tongues began to intertwine and play. The soft, loving touch of her kiss, so much different from her harsh discipline, tricked a sigh to escape her pet.

Kathy's voice broke into a long scream of arousal, which sent Lisa into her own orgasm.