Sarah is the Domme

Rising from her knees, Emma's body wiggled ever so slightly. Sarah loved the way her lover's breasts moved and swayed. A fact that Emma was both aware of and frequently used to her advantage. Though teasing was an excellent way to get punished.

"A shame you had to move." Sarah grinned. "I like you on your knees."

"I hope so!" Emma giggled. "I spend so much time there after all."

Sarah reached out and gave Emma's ass a playful smack. That part of her body had a tendency to jiggle too. It made the other girl squeak, though the look on her face wasn't exactly one of disapproval. Sarah rose to her feet, taking a few seconds to steady herself in her boots. She signaled to Emma to kneel by pointing at the floor. Wordlessly, Emma obeyed, sinking down to her knees and crossing her wrists at the small of her back. She was such a good girl. Or at least, she was now that Sarah had put in the work of giving her a bit of training. At first Emma had been a total brat, but her tendency to think with her pussy made her ****.

Sarah stepped over to the closer and found an ornate box on the top shelf. From it, she drew a beautiful black leather collar with a secure heart shaped leash in the back. Emma smiled softly as her owner encircled it around her throat and locked it into place. A **** was incomplete without her collar. Sarah tipped her chin up and gave her lips a slow passionate kiss. It left Emma moaning into her mouth eagerly, and sighing when she pulled away. There still wasn't time for an extended play session. At least not at the moment.

Sarah walked to the door, leading her subdued girlfriend along behind her. Emma's long hair streamed over her face, as her eyes were glued to the floor in front of her. It was time to go.