Mikie's deep growl was a dark caress along Sam's spine, leaving her shivering even before their night truly began. There was a moment of hesitation - her breath halting - when she heard the word 'slave', her doe-eyed gaze finding Mikie's and relaxing when she saw the grin on the punk's face. Sam answered with a smile of her own, then wiggled her hips a little for good measure as she teased, "I do seem to be at your mercy, master."<i>Hmm...</i>Master didn't seem to fit quite right, but Samantha didn't dwell on it before adding, "I've never tried role-play, but I don't mind. The rules are the same? We can drop the role-play if it feels uncomfortable?"<br/><br/>Samantha was delighted by the way Mikie seemed to reach into her words and draw out exactly how she was feeling. "Helplessness... that's perfect," she nodded, letting a content sigh escape. This felt better than she had expected. There was excitement, but also a warmth slowly settling over her. With each decision Mikie made, Sam was able to let one more worry slip away. The only reaction to the items laid across her back was a soft shiver and the slightest hitch in her breathing. No matter how curious she was, the only way to discover what those items were was to wait for Mikie to use them. Unless... "I don't suppose wiggling right now would be a good idea?" Sam's voice was playful and husky, the quirk of her lips suggesting she already knew that wiggling to better feel the items would only result in them dropping to the floor... and Mikie being less than pleased.<br/><br/>Her smile slipped away the moment she saw the mask, lips forming a perfect 'O' before she stretched her neck as far as possible to invite Mikie to place it on her.<i>Pet.</i>"Oh, it's perfect," Sam breathed, warm air fanning across Mikie's lips before they captured hers. A soft protest followed when they parted, the cuffs clinking as she instinctively tried to chase after the woman. The wet tongue flicking across her cheek settled her quickly enough, and Sam laid her head back down with a satisfied smile. "Thank you," she whispered gratefully.<br/><br/>With her mind still caught on the kiss and the feel of the mask - weight and warmth and darkness - Sam yelped when her backside was smacked. Hard. Heat flared beneath Mikie's hands, melted as she squeezed, slid through the young woman. She hadn't heard Mikie walking around her. She couldn't hear her own moans, short and soft, as she tried to tilt her hips back towards the other woman. "Oooh," Sam shuddered, her pussy warm and wet, welcoming whatever Mikie would give. It took her a few seconds to realize she was being given instructions, but then she nodded her understanding. "I - yes, I'll ask," she promised.<br/><br/>This time, Samantha was listening for the faint creak of leather when Mikie moved. It was still impossible to tell what was going to happen next, so she couldn't help the look of surprise that flitted across her features - well, what wasn't hidden by the mask - before her heart jumped as leather covered her mouth. A gag? No... Sam gasped, then eagerly flicked her tongue over the glove, tasting<i>herself</i>. It wasn't anything she tried before, but she licked her lips, then swept her tongue across the leather again, doing her best to thoroughly clean it, tracing the seam between each finger. A tiny noise, not unlike a purr, followed as she nuzzled Mikie's palm.