Mikie smiles happily. Sam is clearly a submissive masochist of the highest order,  and while BDSM compatibility is not the best reason for a relationship, it goes a long way towards making one work. As does physical attraction, and Mikie has always liked the fuller figured ladies. She needed to find out more about this charming lady...<br/><br/>Cuddling is nice, and Sam's kisses are sweet, but Mikie is so turned on she's finding it very hard not tot squirm, especially as Sam's hands are getting bolder and the light, tentative touches are making the slender domme quiver. And then the submissive asks if she can touch Mikie. That's too much and the domme rolls away and kneels up. "Not yet, my pet. I need you to do something else first."<br/><br/>Sam is still wearing the blindfold and Mikie grins wickedly as she moves around on the bed, careful not to touch her pet. Fortunately she's very flexible and the bed is large, and she manages to get her feet on either side of Sam's shoulders, her knees above the woman's head, and pulls the tight leather skirt up over her hips so it gathers around her waist.<br/><br/>Sam may have been forewarned, because Mikie is so wet that her arousal is literally dripping off her, but it is probably obvious what is about to happen from the movements on the bed. She lowers herself gently onto Sam's face, in a cross-ways kiss more erotic that all save (perhaps) one. "Mmm, now lick," She instructs. "Let's see how cunning a linguist you are!" As she speaks she reaches down and pulls the blindfold off Sam's head.