"Yes, that's perfect. Mrrrrrr!" Mikie couldn't resist a deep throated growl as she clipped the D-rings on Sam's ankle cuffs to the carabiner spring clips on the corners of the bench, then moved to the front, paused, tapping her foot impatiently, a hand extended, as Sam realised that her hands were in the wrong place. "That earned you a punishment, slave!" She grinned wickedly, then in a more normal voice added, "Personally I like a bit of role-play, but again, it's up to you."<br/><br/>With Sam secured, Mikie walked around her, enjoying the sight.<i>That's a thought...</i>A thought that was reinforced by Sam telling her that she liked knowing that Mikie could do anything. "You say it's the feeling of helplessness you most want to experience, yes? So, I'm going to put a blindfold on you. That will really heighten that feeling because you won't know where I am, what I'm doing. The rubber matting on the floor is to protect your skin from the concrete, but it also deadens footsteps. You'll have to listen for the creak of leather!" She giggled and walked over to the cabinet, selected a few items and brought them back. She was out of Sam's line of sight and when she returned she laid several things across Sam's back. One was thin and hard, one firm wide and smooth, and one that seemed to have a hard end and a soft dangly end.<br/><br/>Mikie held up the fourth item for Sam to see. A white, padded leather mask, with a nose bridge and no eye holes. "Lift your head my pet." The instruction complied with, Mikie fastened the blindfold around Sam's head. "There." She smirked and lowered her face to kiss Sam firmly on the mouth, then licked her cheek.<br/><br/>She padded her way softly back to the woman's rear, which was jutting out very nicely. She brought both leather-encased hands down hard, one on each buttock, then held and squeezed, firmly for a moment, before raining repeated, gentle but rapid slaps onto alternate cheeks for a few seconds. She stopped and placed the palm of her right hand to gently cup Sam's pussy, squeezing softly and rubbing with a circular motion. "If at any point you feel you are going to cum, you must ask permission. That is a universal rule of all BDSM. As it's your first time I won't refuse, but it's a good habit to get into, my pet." She took her hand away and walked to the front, placed her somewhat wet leather palm over Sam's mouth. "I do think you should lick my glove clean though!"