Emma is the Domme

As Emma did up the straps on Sarah's boots, she looked down on her partner in a daze. From her current angle, she got the exact right look into Emma's cleavage. There was something hypnotic about her breasts. The way they curved, the way they bounced when she moved. Sarah's mouth started to water. She was sure that Emma was doing it on purpose. Emma loved to tease to her.

The last strap of her boot was laced into place, and Emma celebrated by planting a kiss on Sarah midriff, right where her pants ended. It left a small impression of lipstick right above her crotch. Sarah didn't want to remove it. Emma was back up on her feet now, standing above where Sarah was seated on the bed. She started to rise, but was stopped by a sensation. Emma had reached her hand out, placing her palm right between Sarah's legs. The pressure of the touch could easily felt beneath the pants. It made her want to groan out.

"You look really cute in those." Emma whispered playfully. She rythematically pumped her hand against her partner's pussy. "You should wear those more often."

"Yes, Mistress." Sarah sighed. It was a display of power. Outside the bedroom, Emma often let Sarah take control. But, when the leather was on there was no question who was in charge. She actually did groan out when Emma withdrew her hand, walking over to the closet to grab the last item for Sarah's ensemble. A black leather collar to wrap around her throat. Sarah may have led Emma into the bedroom, but when they left it was Emma in the lead with Sarah padding along behind her. Wet and collared.

They had somewhere to be...