"Hiya!" Claire said brightly as she pulled the door open just before the woman could knock, "You must be Sarah!"

The aforementioned Sarah paused, a faint look of surprised bemusement on her face. She had clearly come straight from work, dressed in smart business attire with sensible heels, a black skirt, white shirt, and dark jacket. Her red hair was cut at about shoulder length, but drawn back though a few wisps had escaped the tie to give her a comfortable air. She opened her mouth, pale skin slightly flushed as she looked at Claire, "Oh, uhm, hi I was supposed to meet Theresa...?"

"I'm so sorry," Claire put on her best commiserating face, "Theresa got held up, something that she couldn't get away from, so she asked me to fill in." Claire gestured down at herself, drawing Sarah's enticing green eyes to her own attire...which remained the leather jacket, smart white blouse, and tight leather pants, "I was on my way out, so alas not especially dressed for things. But if you won't tell...?" She raised her eyebrows and winked conspiratorially, and Sarah surprised herself with a giggle and nod.

"No problem, I get the whole last minute demands of a job. Is it still okay for me to do the full viewing?"

"Of course!" Claire swept a hand into the house, stepping aside so that Sarah could move past her, and she took the opportunity to frankly admire the woman's posterior and form. She was cute. Really really cute, and Claire had always had a bit of a thing for redheads. Especially cute redheads who walked themselves so smoothly and willingly into her little trap.

It hadn't been especially hard to extract the information she needed from Theresa, and Claire immediately launched into a traditional real estate pitch, going over the benefits that the home came with, when it had been built and the nature of the neighbourhood as she walked Sarah back from the front hallway, through to the kitchen and living room space. Claire mentally chortled to herself as she performed as the perfect mimic, effortlessly regurgitating the entire opening mantra that Theresa had gasped to her in between carefully extracted orgasms less than an hour ago.

Sarah, for her part, was looking around with interest. Every moment that she wasn't looking at Claire was a moment that Claire was admiring her and mentally measuring her. What would she look best as once the capture was complete? Should she become a mincing, blushing maid, serving at Claire's beck and call? Should she be a stripped and squirming orgasm captive, there to be edged and denied until titanic orgasms ripped from her body at Claire's command? Or should she be plunged into sensory deprivation, the only marker of her humanity her red hair emerging from the rubber gimp attire and bondage, there to squirm and be snuggled by Claire as she was edged into oblivion?

Claire's smile sharpened, watching as Sarah bent down at her urging to check out the make of the kitchen cupboards. She so didn't even want to choose. She would look gorgeous in any of those roles.

Of course, Claire wasn't the only one doing the looking she was pleased to see. Sarah clearly had a thing for women wearing tight leather, and she caught those green eyes flicking over to her, lingering on her leather covered legs or ass, or dreamily watching as Claire stretched or shifted to point to some particular aspect of the house. More than once Claire found the opportunity to 'accidently' press against Sarah, ensuring that her leather was forefront in the woman's mind. Her hands would touch Sarah, directing her attention with a hand on her back, or brushing against her front. With friendly grins, and twinkling eyes, with conspiratorial giggles, Claire drew Sarah ever deeper into her web. Claire moved with a defined sensuality, ensuring that her guest hadn't the faintest idea that she was sinking ever so slowly into a sort of submission as Claire directed her to look at things, as she teased her with her movements, and as she slowly maneuvered Sarah away from the front of the house...and upstairs into the bedrooms. By the time that they reached the second floor, Claire was mentally giggling and Sarah was flushed and breathing a little unsteadily.

"So, this would be the master bedroom," Claire opened the door and beckoned for Sarah to enter, "a lovely attached bathroom, plenty of space, and a large walk in closet." As Sarah passed her in the door Claire's hand snaked out and wrapped around her waist, and she pitched her voice a little more huskily, though still barely on the side of being professional, "I'm sure you'd get lots of use out of it."

Sarah blushed, "Oh I...uhm, I'm not seeing...heh, sorry." She squirmed a little.

"Oh, but this bed really does have to be experienced to believe it." Claire grinned, "Let me help you imagine what it might be like."

Sarah looked up quizzically and then let out a squeak of surprise as Claire took hold of her firmly, shoving her towards the bed until her butt made contact with it, gripping her head with both hands, and kissing her. A powerful domineering seductive kiss, Claire was an expert at using such an approach to obviate a submissive's ability to think rationally. Her kisses were not the sort of thing that one could just break away from, and Sarah found herself lost in it within seconds. Her arms that tried to push Claire away slackened as the brunette kissed her, faint moans emanating from both women. Claire's hands moved over Sarah's body, feeling her up carefully...and encouraging her to lose her business jacket.

The jacket came off and Claire broke from the kiss for a moment, "I've wanted to do that for a little while, I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all I mmmmhh" Sarah's somewhat breathless response was cut off by Claire's lips meeting hers again. This time Claire pressed her tongue inside, moving the kiss firmly into something a good deal more energetic and spicy. Her hands were busy, keeping up a barrage of touching, sensual groping, and teasing caresses that Sarah didn't even realize that her office shirt was mostly unbuttoned...or that her skirt was slackened enough that if she stood up it would slither off of her.

Claire broke off the second kiss, taking a grip on Sarah's tied back hair and gently pulling so that she was forced to look up at her. Her other hand plunged into her jacket pocket and came back with rope, "The tour continues in a moment. For now..." And she suddenly gripped Sarah's arms and spun her around, shoving her facedown into the bed. A surprised squawk of frustration and outrage came from the suddenly moved Sarah, and Claire giggled as she captured the woman's milling hands and firmly reefed the rope down, beginning to wind it rapidly around her wrists.

"Hey what the hell are you--"

SMACK

"Eeeeep!"

SMACK

"Aarrrrgggh!"

SMACK

Sarah tried to protest, but every time she voiced anything at all, Claire's hand slashed down in a firm spank onto her wriggling butt. Her hands were already securely lashed together, and she felt her arms being drawn closer together before more rope began to make its presence known above her elbows. She groaned, squirming around on the bed, but found her head pressed down into the covers as Claire expertly formed an elbow tie that drew her arms somewhat close together, but contained a suitably placed bridge of rope to ensure she wasn't overly strained. It did have the happy effect of pushing her breasts out, which Claire noted with delight as she grabbed Sarah and pulled her back upright, with her butt now firmly planted on the bed. her business shirt hung moistly open, allowing Claire to run her eyes over Sarah's bra covered breasts as they heaved with gasped breathing. Her skirt was bunched up around her knees from the squirming, and Claire helpfully removed it the rest of the way before springing back up with a seductive, mischievous grin.

"Just a few more bits and bobs and then the tour continues!"

"Claire listen I don't thinmmmngghh," whatever Sarah's objections might have been were silenced by the rubber ball gag that Claire firmly thrust into her mouth. One hand could expertly buckle the gag, leaving the other free to teasingly run fingers across Sarah's upper chest, just above her breasts, and then up her neck. Sarah let out a moan as Claire finished buckling the gag in place, and then pushed forward, leaning into the bound and squirming woman as she gave her several kisses on the gag.

"I should mention a couple other little 'good to know' bits." Claire spoke as she kept up a small barrage of lingering kisses on Sarah's gagged lips, on her flushed cheeks, and on her quivering neck as she sucked in breaths of air. Claire's hands too were moving, caressing the bound woman's breasts, her torso and sides, her bound arms, and every now and then dipping down to run teasing fingers along her squirming thighs.

"First...this neighbourhood has a bit of a reputation. I'm sure Theresa would have mentioned it...eventually...but then again maybe she might not have. She does tend to leave that sort of thing up to me."

"Mmmpgh?"

"Oh, yes, I suppose I should start with that. I'm a bit of an imposter, Sarah," Claire murmured, nibbling at the woman's ear, one hand sensually groping her breast, "I'm not a real estate worker...I'm the gal next door."

Sarah moaned into her gag, and Claire giggled, kissing her neck now, "This is the thing, my sweet little captive. If you're going to live next door to me...well, I like dropping in on my neighbours, wrapping them up in rope and taking them on a kinky journey...whether in their own home or back in mine...and after how hot and bothered you got downstairs with a bit of vanilla teasing...well." Claire gripped Sarah's hair, pulling her head back to plant another powerful kiss on her gagged lips before breaking away and huskily continuing, "I just knew you'd be into this sort of thing."

Sarah moaned again, squirming in her tight ropes, and Claire giggled.

"I know, I know! I promised more of the tour, and there's a rather special surprise waiting for us in the basement. But first," Claire stepped away for a few moments, returning with a black knapsack and rummaging within for a moment, "We need a couple more things before we continue."

She pulled out a black leather slave collar, and a chain leash.

Sarah's eyes went wide, and she let out a tiny moan as she stared at the implements...and then at Claire, who wore a wide, confident, knowing smile.

"I can tell you're a bit of a leather fanatic, Sarah..." Claire cooed as she stepped closer, the collar opening, "So I thought its only right that you get a bit of your own." The collar wrapped around Sarah's neck, and a whimpery aroused moan was her acknowledgement of her collaring. Of the confirmation of her captivity. Claire leaned in, fussing with the buckle, and murmured in a heated whisper, "Don't worry, I've plenty more to kit you out in back at my place."

Sarah squeaked and moaned again, nearly missing the click of the leash. She stared at Claire, and Claire stared back. Wide eyed arousal meeting hungry appraisal, and Claire pulled on the leash, making Sarah step away from the bed.

"We'll be back for your clothing...at some point. For now, lets go to the basement and finish the tour! Once that's done we can find other ways to...amuse ourselves."