Sealed With Love, Part 2

by Sealed By Mistress

In which we meet one of Mistress' other slaves and Mistress herself.

Although she hadn't shown it, Amelia had been worried what Terri might think. She loved her friend and always valued her opinion, and if she'd been mean about it - well, okay, she was mean for playing with herself to tease Amelia, but that wasn't the same at all! - then Amelia would've been heartbroken. But her best friend had been so pleased for her and so admiring, which was such a relief. She wasn't going to have to sacrifice one important part of her life for another part. The two girls had spent the rest of the day comparing vacation stories, complimenting each other's summer tans, laughing at silly cat videos and all the other sorts of things twelve year old girls do after having been apart.

Terri wanted to go to the mall the following day. They met up there and packed in some quality clothes shopping time, but she was a little crestfallen when Amelia told her she had to be picked up at 4pm by her Mistress' older slave. "I love you, T, but Mistress has something arranged for tonight and tomorrow. Come visit on Sunday and we can do something fun."

"Okay. I'll survive. I can find someone else to hang out with." Terri smirked and stuck out her tongue. "Enjoy your kinky adventure. Love you!" She hugged her friend and waved as Amelia climbed into the cute red compact car that had come to fetch her but she still felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched them drive away.

Breanna grinned as Amelia buckled herself in. "Lookin' good, kiddo. We've got a couple of errands to run on the way back home. Mistress gave me a shopping list." She pulled out of the parking lot, put on her shades and turned up the pop music coming from the stereo. Amelia grinned in return. A college sophomore, Breanna seemed so self-assured and knowledgeable to Amelia, who had a growing girl crush on her.

The pretty student had blonde hair, cut short and slightly feathered, framing her round, lightly freckled face. When she smiled (which was often) she lit up the room. She was curvy, with shapely legs she loved to show off by wearing short skirts whenever she could. She was on the short side, with a short torso that emphasised the contrast between her waist and the broad hips and plump breasts that bracketed it. The low cut tops she preferred meant she always showed generous cleavage. People often had trouble looking her in the eyes. Right now she was wearing a bright orange short sleeved top, snug and cut low with a square neck, and an almost scandalously short white ruffle skirt. Her mirrored teardrop sunglasses reminded Amelia of a fighter pilot, and the ensemble made her heart flutter. Last, but not least, a shiny ring of steel encircled her neck, somehow locked in place with no visible sign. A drop ring hung from the front of it, making it obvious that what she was wearing was a collar.

"Hardware store first, then the supermarket. We're having a barbecue for a few friends. I expect Mistress wants to show off her newest toy - by which I mean you." Breanna pulled down her sunglasses and winked salaciously.

"Um, show me off? Like, how?" Amelia suddenly felt nervous.

"Use your imagination. And relax, you'll be ooh'd and aah'd over. What did Mistress tell you was the most important thing for you to do, hmm?"

"Always to trust Mistress. Ok, I'll try. Maybe I won't get embarrassed too much."

"That depends on how you choose to feel. Here we are, we only need a couple of things so let's grab and go."

Amelia trotted behind as Breanna strode briskly into the store, heading for the patio aisle. Sometimes it was hard to believe she was a slave because she moved with such purpose and self-assurance. Soon they'd paid for a batch of tiki torches and a box of firewood and were on their way to the supermarket.

"Bree, can I ask you something kinda personal? You're Mistress' first slave, but you're so confident and smart you could be a Mistress yourself. What is it you like about being a slave? Sorry if I shouldn't ask that." She looked across to the older girl and hoped she wasn't being rude.

"You're smart too, and thoughtful. A lot of people don't think of that. You're right that it's a personal question, but the reason is I chose to be claimed by Mistress, to be sealed by her and to be her slave because I love her and I love serving her. And being a slave is easier than being a mistress. She has to make the decisions and we just have to obey her. That's my opinion, but it's why I wear her collar."

Amelia looked thoughtfully over at Breanna. "Yeah, that all makes sense now. Thanks for answering me, now I know there's even more to think about and learn about. I trust Mistress so I know she'll teach me and maybe you'll help too."

"I will. And Ruby as well. She's still learning a lot - she's only been a slave for six months and only claimed a year before that. We're all learning all the time, and you'll probably have something to teach us too." Breanna smiled back at Amelia and the younger girl realised that it wasn't just Mistress that wanted her to be part of their family, but both slaves too.

Breanna swept into the supermarket and began working down the list and handing items to Amelia, who pushed the cart and tried to keep up with Breanna's whirlwind efficiency. The older girl bent down to grab something from the bottom shelf and Amelia gasped. "Bree, aren't you wearing any panties? I can see our butt and there's something sticking out of it too!" In her surprise she spoke loudly enough that a couple at the other end of the aisle looked over at them before turning away, either shocked or disapproving.

"I wondered when you'd notice. Nope, Mistress usually doesn't let me wear panties, especially not when I'm dressed like this." Breanna gave the girl a knowing, naughty grin. "And that thing you saw is..." her voice dropped to a stage whisper, "a butt plug!"

"Ohmygod, you've been wearing one in public?! Does Mistress make you wear it all the time?" Amelia was by turns fascinated, surprised and scared.

"Not all the time, but a lot of the time. It's another reminder that she owns me, kinda like the collar. And did you notice something else from that show I gave you?" When Amelia looked confused, Breanna bent over again with her legs slightly apart, her pussy clearly visible.

Amelia was blushing bright red by now, "You're not sealed! How come you're a slave but Mistress doesn't keep you locked in? I thought slaves were always sealed?"

"Oh kiddo, you look so shy! Mistress doesn't seal me any more except when I'm bratty or need to be reminded who owns my pussy. She's sealed me in a much deeper way and I don't need to be locked up. It doesn't matter if I touch myself or let someone else do it. I can't cum at all unless Mistress tells me to. She spent a lot of time training me to control my orgasms until I couldn't have one without permission. I like it when she seals me, but knowing that she doesn't need anything to control me except her word is just amazing. I love it so much."

"That must've taken a long time. Is Ruby the same way?"

"Not yet, but she will be. Mistress is concentrating on other things right now, but she's started on it. I'm helping Mistress train her and I'm a stickler! I can't disappoint Mistress, right?"

"True... and I can't disappoint Mistress tonight either, right!" Amelia had another thoughtful look as she made the connection. Breanna flashed that radiant smile at her, "You're a quick learner. I think Mistress made a very smart choice with you."

The compliment did not help with Amelia's blushing, but they finished the rest of the shopping and then they were on their way. Home, Amelia thought to herself. Home for Mistress, home for Breanna and also home for Ruby since Mistress was her legal guardian. "Maybe home for me someday if I'm good enough and I get to be her slave."

Breanna parked in the garage and they hauled everything inside to the kitchen. They were in the process of organising and putting away the food when Mistress entered.

Mistress Claire Colby Riverton, to use her full name, never just came into a room. She entered, with the commanding and magnetic presence that a truly dominant woman can effortlessly project. Both girls dropped to their knees with their hands behind their back, heads bowed in deference and submission. She strode smoothly over to them, barefoot on the hardwood floor and each girl bent down to kiss her immaculate, impeccably manicured feet.

"Good girls. Look at me."

Amelia looked up and, just like every time, her heart swelled with joy that she was lucky enough to serve this magnificent, beautiful, awe-inspiring woman. Close to six feet tall barefoot, with a lush, feminine figure; not so pronounced as Breanna's body, but with firm, ample breasts and round hips with tapering, muscular thighs. She was dressed very simply in white form-fitting pants and a white silk blouse. She had left the top button undone, showing off a vee of pale, flawless skin.

Breanna and Amelia looked up at their Mistress' face. She was beautiful in that refined way that makes people assume the person has class and stature. A roman nose over firm lips and a strong chin, fanning out and up to prominent cheekbones and deep-set slate grey eyes that seemed more huge to Amelia than any she had ever seen. Her hair came to her shoulders, dark and wavy and held back with a white hairband. She wore only gold jewelry, today a necklace of fine rope with a dangling stylised key and earrings to match. A hint of makeup warmed her cheeks and emphasised the corners of her eyes.

She gave each of them an appraising glance, then settled her gaze on Amelia. Amelia was still learning how it felt to be studied in this way, to be so coolly considered, so it sometimes made her nervous. She dropped her eyes, feeling unsure as she remembered what Breanna had said about the evening.

"No girl, look up at me." The tone was ever so slightly more stern and Breanna instantly looked back up at Mistress; there was no conscious thought, just the automatic obedience that voice brought forth. "That's better. I have plans for you, some of which I will explain, the first of which is what you'll be wearing. Come to the bedroom with me."

She offered her hand, which Amelia kissed and then held as she stood up. Her Mistress turned and Amelia stepped beside her to hold her hand as they walked. Once inside the bedroom, Mistress closed the door and turned Amelia to face her, putting her hands on the girl's shoulders. She smiled down at Amelia, radiant and somehow motherly, teacherly and regal all at once. "Undress for me, sweetness. I'm going to dress you but first I want to see your bare body and to touch you."

Amelia quickly stripped off the comfortable shorts and t-shirt she was wearing, paused for just a moment so Mistress could see the cute, matching lacy pale blue bra and panties, newly bought at the mall today (with advice from Terri), before unhooking her bra and shrugging it off to reveal her small breasts. Then she twirled in a circle as she slipped the high cut panties off her hips and down her thighs, letting them drop to the carpet.

Facing Mistress, she presented herself as she'd been taught. Standing straight, her feet shoulder-width apart, hips and chest pushed forward, hands laced behind her head, eyes forward. She could feel Mistress exploring her with her eyes, taking in every every sweep of tanned skin, every curve and line of muscle, every angle of bone. And of course the bright metal covering her clit and sealing her pussy shut. She imagined herself a prized piece of artwork, owned and enjoyed by a woman of taste. Offering herself to Mistress like this always felt so right; this was the way and the place she was meant to be.

"Such a pretty thing. So easy on the eye, as they say. I could have you stand for hours like that and never grow tired of looking at you."

"Thank you, Mistress." One of the first things Amelia had learned was to show gratitude whenever the opportunity arose.

Mistress stepped up close enough to brush against Amelia's bare skin and, gently, began to stroke her face. Her fingers were soft and kindly and Amelia would've purred like a kitten if she could. Then, both hands came to her neck, brushing back and forth before reaching around to trap her throat. As she felt the gentle yet insistent pressure on her neck, Amelia thrilled with desire, excitement and a touch of fear. Then the hands released her and continued their exploration.

Mistress always took her time with this. She especially enjoyed the bodies of pubescent girls, their changing figure, slender limbs and sweet faces. She kneaded Amelia's breasts with the heel of her hands, feeling the girl's nipples quickly harden and listening to her breathe more quickly and shallowly. Her hands made their way south, over her trim stomach and narrow waist to her hips and then to her buttocks. She had a lot planned for Amelia's backside, some of which would happen for the first time tonight. As she squeezed each cheek she felt Amelia tremble against her, almost panting now, lost inside her head and her gaze vacant. Mistress smiled, her inner sadist loving the sights and sounds of the girl's growing torment.

"If I didn't have your pussy sealed up you'd be clenching your thighs together to try to get yourself off, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Mistress." Amelia's voice was ragged and she had begun to whimper quietly.

"Of course you would. Young girls like you are such greedy sluts, always wanting to cum. I claimed you and your pussy belongs to me, so I keep my property safely sealed up. When I want to use it, I'll open it up, but until then you'll have to keep your feelings under control."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

"You're welcome, pretty pet." Suddenly she had a hand in Amelia's hair, pulling the girl's head up to meet her Mistress' forceful, hungry mouth. Amelia's lips parted and she moaned with need, pleasure and torment all in one. Mistress' other hand slid around to grasp Amelia's inner thigh, squeezing it, kissing her fiercely all the while. Amelia's mind whirled with so many sensations she couldn't think straight, lost in the ecstasy and frustration her Mistress was causing.

It was too much and she began to sag. Mistress caught her under the shoulders. "Oh girl, you're such a sweet plaything. So kissable and so much fun to tease. I'm going to love training you to do all the things I like."

Amelia could hardly speak. "Thank you Mistress. I'll love it too."

Mistress sat Amelia on the edge of the bed to regain her composure while she laid out the costume she'd chosen. She could hardly wait to see the girl all dressed up.