About two hours after making Claire's acquaintance, things had changed for Sarah...the biggest of the changes being that she was no longer in the house that she had come to see. Nor was the poor real estate agent, Theresa. After an initial bout of playing, Claire had snapped leashes onto their respective collars, and calmly led them out of the house to her own place. Sarah had been rather shocked at just how normal such actions seemed to be from the lack of reaction, though most of her mind was still caught up in Claire's teasing and denying and achingly frustrating explorations of her...which now seemed like they would continue.

For the changes hadn't stopped there, once they had gotten into Claire's home, and then down into her dungeon. Sarah could have sworn that there were some noises coming from the row of doors that appeared to function as cells, but she couldn't be positive. But then, she had rapidly become too busy to pay much mind to alleged noises.

Now, Claire lay on the bed in her dungeon, sprawled out in happy abandon, wearing red and black flannel pajamas, for all the world a normal and regular woman simply relaxing on her bedspace. The illusion ruined if one widened their view to take in the rest of the bed and the immediate environs.

Theresa was strapped to a sybian beside the bed, her arms held in a strict armbinder, her breasts on display with nipple clamps snapped into place. her head had been consumed entirely by a thick leather hood, with her hair pulled out the top into a small ponytail, and she made muffled moaning sounds amid the buzzing and teasing of the vibrators that the sybian kept purring along. She hadn't been allowed to cum, and was simply aching for Claire to give her permission. Permission that wasn't likely to come for some time, she was far too adorable as she squirmed and strained in frustration.

Upon the bed, nestled into Claire's arms, was Sarah. Stripped entirely of her office finery, and redressed in a heavy black leather straitjacket, with a dark burgundy set of tight leather pants, she was torn between watching her erstwhile real estate agent squirm and moan and beg and plead...and staring up at Claire who wore a large smile, and had kept up a steady stream of teasing talk as she groped her...teased her...and used one hand to manage an intensive vibrator that would purr between Sarah's legs. Edging her in time with Theresa's own struggles.

"Now," Claire giggled, once more clicking the vibrator on, and making Sarah arch her back in need, "I think its time we conducted a little prospective neighbour interview. Don't worry, if you pass, you get an orgasm!"

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