They Have To Meet Their Mistress

Sarah looked at Emma she looked so sexy in that collar, and yet she resisted the urge to move stride over and give her another long kiss. When they were both uncollared, it was natural. But, with the constant pressure at her throat reminding her of her place, it just felt...wrong. After all, Emma was Mistress' property, and she shouldn't touch her Mistress' property without permission. The lustful restraint that Emma looked at her with confirmed that the other girl was thinking the exact same thing. Sarah's pussy juiced.

"We have to hurry." Sarah motioned to the doorway. "She'll be mad if we're late."

The club was only a short drive away. The entire time, Sarah had to **** herself to keep her eyes on the road. Keep her mind on the road. Emma was just as silent. As much as they loved the thrill of gambling, there was one other person they knew who loved gambling just as much as they both did. It had been how they'd come into her possession in the first place. She was a living lesson in why young little college girls should be careful about who they gamble with.

Mistress was waiting for them in the parking lot. Emma saw her first, and silently motioned to Sarah. The two approached her with their heads lowered, arms at their sides and legs spread. They walked all the way up to her and stopped. Then they waiting. This time, it wasn't too long. Mistress walked first over to Emma and slid a wicked finger into her already damp thong. Emma whined out in a pathetic high pitched moan. With her other hand she possessively cupped Sarah's tight ass. It made her knees go weak. She knew all of Sarah's weak points. She'd spent a whole month finding them out.

"Miss me, little girls?" Mistress asked.

"Yes, Mistress." They both breathed back in unison. It had only taken a few seconds and she already had them both quivering in her hands. Sarah and Emma were good little sluts for her.

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