Sealed With Love, Part 8

By Sealed by Mistress

Amelia felt warmth: warmth on her face from the morning sun, and warmth at her back from the still-sleeping Ruby. It was a nice way to wake up and she lay quietly with her eyes still closed, sorting through her memories of the previous night. They were a heady mix of love, learning, lust and kinship. It hardly seemed possible that so much sex and pillow talk had been crammed into one night.

“Look at my little angels all snug here under the sky! Time to wake up, you two and I hope you managed to sleep for at least a little while.”

Amelia hadn’t heard Mistress come onto the deck and was startled. Her movement woke Ruby and the two of them gazed up at the woman they served. Barefoot and wearing a cream coloured robe, she appeared to glow in the sunlight as she smiled down at them.

Amelia stretched and rubbed her eyes, “Yeah. It was nice and weren’t up the for whole night, Mistress. Thank you for letting me sleep out here, I had lots of fun and Ruby taught me a bunch of stuff.”

Ruby yawned and propped herself up on her elbows, the blankets falling away to expose her chest. She arched her back and her breasts shifted upward, their nipple piercings glinting. “Good morning, Mistress. I was a good girl and didn’t keep Amelia up too late. Did you spend the night with Bree and Amanda?”

“I did. I’m sure you’ll hear all about it from them. Escapades might be the right term and well enjoyed by all three. Ruby, tidy up and help Bree with breakfast. Amelia, come with me.”

Both girls jumped up and Amelia couldn’t resist kissing Ruby on the lips before padding after Mistress, who had already turned to pass through the sliding glass doors and into the hallway.

“How many times did Ruby get you off last night, hmm?”

“Only twice really, she kept me on the edge a lot and we talked a lot. But they were really big so it might’ve been several rolled together. It’s so much… more… than when I get myself off. I’m still kinda figuring it out.”

Mistress grinned. “Plenty for you to reminisce about over the next few weeks while your pussy’s sealed away. I’m going to seal you before breakfast, but first I have one more thing to share with you.”

Amelia looked confused and Mistress took her face in her hands, turning her head up to meet her gaze. She gave the girl a kindly look before leading her into the master bedroom - or the mistress bedroom as she called it.

“Lay on your back and let me arrange you.”

Amelia climbed up onto the bed and Mistress came to lay face down above her, her tall, strong body against Amelia’s shorter and more slender form. Mistress leaned down and kissed her pretty little submissive, their tongues mixing with a low growl of pleasure from the woman.

“I gave you your first orgasm of the visit, and now I’ll give you your last. Just lay there and I’ll do the work.”

Amelia nodded. She had already relaxed into the peaceful sensation of being held down by her Mistress. Mistress shifted up a little, her breasts at Amelia’s neck and then used her knees to urge Amelia’s legs apart. She stretched Amelia’s arms out and above her head, holding her wrists. Amelia felt completely controlled.

“Feel me against you, move your hips if you like, but let me set the rhythm.” Mistress began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing against the girl’s crotch. Amelia felt aroused and a little sore at the same time, but so good. Amelia was getting wet and she could feel the slickness of Mistress’ own lubrication on her mound and her inner thighs. The scent of sex, subtle at first, began to build.

“This is tribadism, usually called ‘tribbing’. You can make a woman - or a cute young girl like you - cum from the friction and sensation. It’s one of the more gentle things I like to do.”

Amelia lay back and let her Mistress use her body. It felt so nice, soft and slow at first but getting faster and firmer, pressure and roughness taking over as one body was ground against another. Her wrists were gripped more tightly and her legs pushed wider apart.

The pleasure built so rapidly and Amelia came almost before she realised what was about to happen. She panted and yelped as that wonderful feeling flooded her body, “Ohh ohh! Please, I’m cumming! Wow! Ohh!”

Mistress answered with a chuckle, “Good girl, and we’re only getting started.”

Amelia began to rotate her hips and shift her body, greedy for more sensation and very soon she came again. “It’s so easy for all of them to make me cum,” she thought to herself before the climax swept through her.

A whooping snarl brought her out of her reverie, “That’s it you little fucktoy, cum hard for me! I’m using you and… here I go! Using your body for pleasure, your body that belongs to me. Grrrnyaaah!”

Mistress gyrated against Amelia’s hot, wet pussy and came hard, even savagely, almost animalistic. Amelia felt her Mistress shudder and slide against her, both of them already slick with sweat. The submissive and the dominant shared their ecstasy. Amelia, eyes closed, tumbled through pain, pleasure and need as her clit and pussy lips burned with lust and this moment seemed more real than anything else could possibly be.

With a predatory growl, Mistress came for a second time, keeping Amelia pinned against the bed. The girl turned her head back and forth to lick her Mistress’ breasts, suckling their hard nipples and tasting their salty wetness.

“My sub, mine mine mine, cum with me little girl, cum for your Mistress!” Amelia suddenly found herself cumming hard, squealing with the force of it and with no idea how her body could have been commanded like that. The pleasure was all that really mattered and she screamed at the intensity of it as she thrashed her feet and dug her fingers into the bed covers.

“Yiiiiiiiiiiikes my god Mistress oh Mistress yes yes Mistress thank you thank you ohgoddddohgodohgod,” she wailed and pressed upward against Mistress’ unyielding body.

They slowed and Mistress rolled onto her side, pulling Amelia with her, tangling their legs. She petted the girl’s damp hair and ran her hands down her back, making her shiver under her touch before squeezing her buttock. Their breathing slowed and they gazed into each other’s eyes, completely bound in intimacy.

“Thank you Mistress, that was sooooo good. And I got to help you cum, that was great and scary at the same time and I kinda don’t know why.” Amelia couldn’t stop smiling.

“Good girl, you’re a very good girl. And you came when I told you, just like I like my submissives to do. Now I’m going to show you another way to do this. It’s called scissoring and it’s even better than what I just did to you.”

Mistress pulled Amelia a little further up the bed and twisted to face her. She wound her right leg over Amelia’s left and her left under Amelia’s right. She reached for Amelia’s hips, pulling her into place so that their pussies pressed together.

Lifting her head, she looked over their naked, sweaty, beautiful bodies and spoke confidently. “Let me do the work. Sit back and let it happen. You’re going to have your last orgasms for quite a while, so make the most of them.”

Amelia nodded and then the movement began again, somehow even more insistent than it had been before. She could feel her Mistress’ pussy lips sliding back and forth, up and down, and it felt amazingly, incredibly sexy. Her well-used pussy was beginning to feel sore, but she didn’t care at all. Her clit tingled and she trembled with desire and desperation.

Mistress wound a hand into Amelia’s hair and the command came once again, “Cum for me, girl, cum hard for your Mistress!” and Amelia exploded into an irresistible orgasm, swept away by the force of it, moaning incoherently and unable to think anything beyond simply wanting it to go on and on, helpless and overwhelmed by a torrent of sexual pleasure.

Just as she thought she could go no further, she felt her Mistress begin to pump back and forth, grinding their crotches together in a fury as she held Amelia’s head and hip in place. Amelia was still cumming as her dominant burst into her own orgasm.

“Again! Take it, take what I’m giving you and be mine to use, my little toy! Mine! My toy! Cum with me, my property!” Amelia felt wetness on her stomach, something spraying her belly button and she thought, “Did I just get peed on?”

Mistress was ruthlessly taking her pleasure as she used the young girl’s pubescent body. Each had barely finished with the last orgasm when they came again, simultaneously, one ferocious and merciless, the other simply squealing and babbling. Blazing energy swept through Amelia and she writhed, her head lolling, thumping into the bed.

Spent, Mistress flopped onto her front and turned Amelia the same way, holding her small hand, entwining their fingers. Woman and girl lay side by side as they gathered their breath and came back down to reality.

“That was amazing, Mistress! Thank you again. Will we get to do that every time? I want to make you cum. And when you tell me to cum at the same time. Oh, thank you for, for… all of it.” Amelia sighed, her eyes half closed. Mistress squeezed her hand and whispered to her, soothing her.

They showered together, still-woozy Amelia leaning on Mistress as each lathered the other and scrubbed under the warm water. Mistress massaged Amelia’s scalp as she washed her hair. Amelia felt so pampered and almost overcome with love. She swayed and folded her arms around her Mistress for support.

With her head on Mistress’ shoulder, she remembered something. “Did you pee on me, Mistress? When we were doing the scissoring?”

Mistress gave a little laugh, “No no, you felt that? I squirted, that happens sometimes when I cum really hard. It’s not pee. You should be proud that our sex was as good as that. Only some people do it and it’s not something that always happens to me.”

Amelia glowed a little and smiled at the praise. “I love you, Mistress. I love you so much, you’re the best Mistress ever.”

“I love you too, my pretty, naughty, sexy little girl. I’m very glad I met you and claimed you. There, all rinsed and squeaky-clean. Out and dry off and dress.”

They toweled off, interrupted by several hugs and kisses. “Time to seal you up again. On your back on the edge of the bed and open your legs wide for me.”

Piece by piece, the bars sliding through holes, the ball snugly in place inside her, the dome pinned over her clitoris, Amelia’s pussy was sealed tight behind shining, unyielding metal. As the locking balls clicked into place, Amelia looked down, feeling admiration and fear at the same time. It was a beautiful thing but it thwarted any sexual release.

Mistress gently tugged at the device, testing its fit and security. Satisfied, she gave Amelia’s locked crotch a pat, “You’ve had plenty of orgasms and now my property will wait, shut up and safe, until the next time I choose to release it.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress. Um, how long will that be, if it’s okay to ask?”

“As long as I choose. Maybe a month. Maybe more than a month. You’ll know how long when I remove it.” She flashed Amelia a confident look of authority.

That done, they dressed, also punctuated by hugs and kisses. Mistress chose an oversized long-sleeved button down shirt with rolled up cuffs, and a pair of form-fitting charcoal pants. She looked casual but very elegant to Amelia. Amelia slipped into a bright red thong and matching bra, covered by a dark brown crop top and her blue denim shorts.

Ruby, Breeana and Amanda had just finished getting breakfast ready when Mistress and Amelia came down to the kitchen. The smell of eggs, toast and sausages made Amelia’s stomach growl loudly enough that Mistress noticed, and tapped the girl’s midriff.

“Well, someone’s ravenous. I hope you made enough for two helpings for her!”

Amelia gave a squeak and her face went slightly pink. Mistress smiled and put a hand to her cheek.

“You’ve worked very hard and growing girls need to keep their strength up. I want you to be healthy so you can do all the things I tell you.”

Amelia noticed that Bree was wearing shorts and a tank top, and Ruby a short summer dress (plus her wrist and ankle cuffs), but Amanda was still naked. She wondered if perhaps her Master hadn’t left any clothes for her, but she was close enough in size to Bree that she could have borrowed something. Then she noticed there were only four places set at the table although there were five of them and all apparently wanting food. Then she noticed that a plate had been set on the floor near the table, making her even more confused.

“Uh, why is there a plate on the kitchen floor?”

Amanda, sounding a little shy, explained. “Master forbids me to be on furniture, so I have my meals on the floor. I can use a knife and fork here because I’m a guest, but usually I eat with my fingers.”

“Amanda slept on my bedroom floor last night after the three of us were done having sex. And if she hasn’t been a good slave, I believe Master Gordon has her eat out of a dog bowl with just her mouth. Isn’t that so?”

“Yes, Mistress Claire.” Amanda fidgeted and looked away for a moment, a definite change from her usual forthright self. She sat on the ground and waited for her food.

There was silence as the five of them tucked in. The food was expertly prepared and tasted scrumptious. Amanda had gone through a full plate, two helpings of oatmeal and four slices of toast almost before she knew it; she really had been very hungry.

Mistress did not tolerate messiness and the girls cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher and put away all the other bits and pieces. With four people it was quick work and the kitchen was soon immaculate. The girls headed to the den to join Mistress, who was already halfway through that day’s paper’s crossword puzzle.

Amelia curled up next to Mistress with her head against Mistress’ thigh, happy with the simple closeness. Ruby sat cross- legged on the floor between Mistress’ legs, her back against the sofa. Bree and Amanda sprawled together on the carpet and several soft pillows. The two of them talked quietly, but the others were lost in contentment and concentration, with only an occasional contented sigh or sound of satisfaction. Once the crossword was solved (Mistress always worked quickly, used a pen and did not make mistakes) and everyone felt refreshed, they watched a film together; an old romantic comedy from the days when everyone wore smart clothes all the time.

Master Gordon had called ahead and he arrived just as the film finished. Amands, collared and leashed once more, crawled to Mistress and kissed her feet and thanked her for letting her stay and being used so well last night. She gave Bree a quick kiss.

“Thanks for buggering me so hard, Bree. You were almost as rough as Master, but he’s still the best at it of course.”

“It was super great, and I loved it when you fucked my face while Mistress was pounding my ass. Hopefully our owners will let us play again soon. Be a good girl, hon!”

With Amanda gone, Bree excused herself to do some homework. Mistress was reading the paper and the other two girls were lost in their thoughts. So much had happened to Amelia in just one day and she wondered if it was some sort of dream although she knew it was real. She kept smiling as she remembered all the different things; being dressed, losing her virginity, the guests and their slaves, the things she’d said and done with Ruby, being with Mistress this morning… all of it so amazing.

Bree took a break and the four of them had a light lunch, but then it was time for Amelia to be taken home. As she kissed and hugged her sister submissives she found herself a little misty eyed. She thanked them both for the care and kindness they’d shown her all weekend.

Bree laughed. “Oh, I had a ton of fun with you, kiddo. You’re part of this family and you’re totally awesome. I’ll always be here to show you the ropes. Just don’t ask for help with geography homework, ok?”

Ruby just nodded and hugged Amelia tightly. She whispered in her ear, “Sister in my third family,” and kissed the younger girl on the cheek.

Mistress waited until they were on the highway to talk to Amelia.

“Amelia, I’m proud of you. You’re a good submissive and you performed wonderfully yesterday evening. I wasn’t worried about what would happen, but it went even better than I expected. You served well, you were obedient and claiming you in front of my friends was a beautiful experience.”

Amelia blushed bright pink and her eyes began to water.

“Oh… um, Mistress, thank you. It was amazing and incredible. Everything I’d ever wanted and dreamed of, even better than that! Meeting you and falling in love with you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And, you’re really proud of me?”

“Very proud indeed, in fact. You’re a credit to your family, a credit to me, and a credit to yourself. I don’t play favourites, but I think you’ll be every bit the equal of Breeana and Ruby when I’ve trained you sufficiently.”

Amelia was still rather overawed by Mistress’ words and was quiet for a while. Then she remembered something.

“Um, Mistress, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, love.”

“Well, um, are you going to, like, um…”

“Don’t be afraid to ask. Am I going to what, exactly?”

“Will you, like, are you gonna make me have a buttplug?!”

Mistress chuckled and looked over at the embarrassed, nervous girl.

“I’m definitely going to try one in you, but not right away and only for a very short time. If you take it well and if I like the results, I’ll have you wear one regularly. Not all the time, but it will become part of your training. If it’s not right for you, then it won’t be part of your repertoire. You’re mine to mould, but not to break.”

Amelia realised she was holding her breath and clenching her hands, and made herself relax. She was still very unsure how she felt about the whole butt plug thing and she never wanted to disappoint her Mistress, but her answer was very reassuring.

They made idle talk for the rest of the journey, discussing things from their vacation, things they liked, what the coming week had in store for them both, enjoying each other’s companionship. Soon they pulled into the driveway of Amelia’s home and suddenly she wished very much that the weekend wasn’t over.

Her eyes were damp for the third time that day and she pressed against Mistress’ arm as the woman rang the bell. Both of Amelia’s parents came to the door. They were mildly surprised to see her, but friendly as usual.

“You’ve done a splendid job with Amelia. She’s a credit to you both. I want both of you know that I’m very pleased to be her Mistress, that she behaved impeccably this weekend and that I’m very glad I got to know the two of you as well.”

Amelia’s mother and father thanked her Mistress and returned the compliment. Amelia, blushing once again, almost clung to Mistress.

Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Amelia wiped her eyes and snuck inside. She watched from her bedroom window as Mistresses waved and the car pulled away. She sniffled and wiped her eyes again before checking her laptop.

There were the usual notifications and pings from her online friends, but there was also a message from Terri.

“Welcome back, Ami-bear! When you get this, I wanna know when to come over so you can tell me all about how it went. Inquiring minds want to know, right! Especially your best bestie, right?!”

Amelia flopped back onto her bed and laughed. She’d never been so happy, and she knew she would feel the joy all over again when she told it all to her best friend.