Her New Mistress (1)

Sarah woke to the smell of her Mistress's warm, inviting pussy, and when she instinctively tried to reach out with her tongue, found her lips sealed by a latex strap. It was thin enough to let the feel of her Mistress's slick wetness, but firmly in place. Sarah moaned at the frustration of it, and again when she realized that she was blindfolded.
Gentle, gloved hands reached beneath the sheets, and Sarah wanted to touch them, kiss them, worship them, but she was securely tied spread-eagle to the bed. She could feel her Mistress's hands sliding over the tight latex corset that she demanded Sarah wear at all times...then the latex second skin that her pussy was now imprisoned behind. Or was it just that the skin was latex now? Either way, she couldn't feel a thing except pressure--but not in that magic spot. Every morning, the realization of her chastity sent her to new heights of arousal and frustration. Her Mistress tended to pick it up from there.
"Let me see..." Mistress hummed to herself, rubbing her clit against her slave's eager but sealed face. "I think today, you'll have one of these inside! Almost as big as you can handle, pumping away at a snail's pace, buzzing every so often... I think you'll like it!"
Sarah could feel the monstrous vibe slowly entering her, and she wished she could feel it inside her. She felt herself being stretched, but it was like the inside of her vagina was lined with a latex sleeve! Her G-spot was numb, and no amount of vibration or outright fucking would give her an orgasm as long as she was sealed away like this...and her Mistress didn't seem inclined to take it off...
"And...one of these. I'm going to be merciful today, my pet. Just a standard plug! Well, a standard inflatable plug. You understand, don't you? This is what you need. Every possible reminder of my dominance and ownership, in every moment of every day! I want you thinking about me, and about the things I do to you, and feel more deeply submissive with every remembered gasp and whimper, with every luscious fantasy about what I might do next..." The plug was no sooner inside Sarah and inflated than Mistress dismounted her slave and retrieved another toy. It was a mighty dildo with a suction base that adhered nicely to Sarah's latex prison.
As she slid herself down to the dildo's base with a moan, Mistress freed Sarah's lips and immediately claimed her slave's mouth as her sovereign territory, kissing her deeply and gasping along with her distressed slave. She kept it up for quite some time as she rode to orgasm after orgasm, sometimes clutching Sarah's head to her breast, sometimes holding Sarah's mouth shut with her hand, but always coming hard and fast like Sarah wished she could.
It made Sarah's entire body ache to be so completely horny, and her mind felt like it was melting under the industrial heat lamp of her Mistress's dominance. She wanted to come so badly! And Mistress had assured that the only feeling stronger than her frustrated arousal would be her devotion to said Mistress. She could be nothing less than absolutely obedient at all times--she could not think of doing anything else.
She was so close to orgasm that she wanted to scream into her Mistress's mouth, but instead she sucked hungrily at the tongue that invaded her so fiercely, lost herself in the lips of the woman that had utterly changed her life...
Sarah's second alarm went off, and she withdrew under the sheets, her arms and breasts cold from being exposed in the cool morning air. She scratched absently at her ribcage, completely oblivious to the black latex corset she wore. She was also oblivious to the routine of cleaning it and getting it back on. The vibrator and plug inside her made her want to walk awkwardly, but that would never be allowed. Her computer was already on and shutting down the program it had been using during the night. It would start the program again at preset times, and the program would choose from lists of possible triggers to play to keep Sarah's experience changing.
If someone were to see her naked, they would see nothing unusual. They might wonder why, when her first alarm went off, she assumed various positions, though if they heard the voice of the computer, all would become clear. Sarah lived alone, worked at home, and had her groceries delivered. She was a very good hypnotist and an excellent programmer.
And she had, through a mixup of files, effectively enslaved herself by accident. She'd been working on the program, working on the scripts and triggers and subliminals, progressing steadily through the project, was just about to get around to the 'stop' commands, sent the wrong batch of files to a nighttime playlist, and that was that. She had to keep listening, improving, expanding the power her new Mistress had over her. It was almost like she had split herself in two; there was the part of her mind that was Mistress, thinking of new things to do to Sarah. Then there was Sarah, who was discovering new depths of submission and frustration.
Not that she'd really wanted to...