A vibrator and dominance.

Becca found a few interesting items in the bag, but the one that caught her eye first was a long-handled massager with a large round head the size of her fist. She knew exactly what to do with that, and pulled it out to show her trussed-up friend.

Sabrina's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "Oh wow! I've seen those all the time in porn!" Her mind filled with images of moaning, quivering women on the receiving end of those things. She'd always been curious about what it would feel like, but had never imagined encountering one in a situation like this. "You're not going to... But I-"

Becca cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Shh. You're talking too much. I think I saw a gag in there and I will use it if you don't shut up." She wasn't sure where the new attitude was coming from. But then, standing over her helpless friend, holding an orgasmic implement certainly wasn't making her feel less confident.

Sabrina gaped, but did stop talking. The blonde held all the cards, after all, and that understanding touched something deep inside the brunette. She kind of liked it.

"Good." Becca said. "Now..." She plugged the vibrator in at a nearby outlet and then examined her victim, deciding the best way to proceed.

The situation was entirely alien to the woman. She'd never done anything with another girl, and even as she stood there, she understood that this wasn't really about attraction. Her friend was a smoking hot piece of meat, to be sure, and Becca could appreciate her visual appeal, but she wasn't particularly into other girls. She just loved the way the power felt.

Sabrina's willingness to obey was like fuel for the fire. Becca was the alpha here, Sabrina her little bitch. She could probably do whatever she wanted. Sabrina may even want her to.

She didn't want to just give Sabrina what she so obviously wanted, but she did want to watch her friend squirm on the end of the vibrator. She'd need an angle to properly enjoy the situation, something to make Sabrina earn her pleasure. "Alright, here's the deal," Becca began, a million possibilities occuring to her at once.