"So..." Mistress Delilah cooed, leaving trailing touches on Sarah's shoulders as they knelt together on Sarah's small bed. "Tell me...what do you want, dear."

"I..." Sarah began, fighting slightly. "I think, just with how crazy the past few days have been...I think I'd like something a bit more..." 

"Slow? Nothing strenuous?" Sarah, her body half-turned away, nodded. "Well, then..." Delilah smiled, "That can certainly be arranged~"

Sarah let out a gentle sigh as Delilah's arms enveloped her in a warm hug, leaning back against her, legs sprawled out over the covers. She relaxed into Delilah's embrace, as her Mistress' touch trailed along her arms, her shoulders, her neck.Sarah exhaled deeply as Delilah gently peppered her cheek and jaw with soft kisses...letting out a soft gasp as Delilah's lips pressed into the soft skin behind her ear. With her eyes closed, she slowly wriggled in pleasure as Delilah's hands roamed over her stomach, running over the cotton of her shirt, breath hitching, back arcing as Delilah's hands cupped her breasts and squeeeeeezed.Soft exhalations and the rustle of fabric were the only sounds in the room as Delilah's kisses peppered her neck, as Delilah's gentle hands groped her bosom. 

"Turn around." Delilah asked, and Sarah obeyed without hesitation.

Sarah looked down, before finally working up the courage to look Delilah in the face. Delilah smiled, reaching out to place a beckoning finger under Sarah's chin, drawing her in for a soft kiss, then another, then another. Delilah cupped Sarah's head in both hands as they kissed again and again and again, Sarah's arms reaching out to embrace and caress as Delilah kissed her with ever-increasing passion. Delilah's hands drifted down, down to the shoulders, the chest, the stomach, the hips, thumbs brushing against the skin under Sarah's shirt with an experimental touch. Sarah's eyes opened and, rimmed with passion, locked eyes with Delilah's as she guided her hands under her shirt. 

Delilah pressed forward, planting kisses on bare skin as it was revealed, pushing Sarah onto her back as her shirt came off. Delilah straddled her, laying a hand against Sarah's cheek as she stared down at her. 

"God..." Delilah breathed. "You're so beautiful. Do you know that?"

Sarah nuzzled into Delilah's caress, eyes closed. "Please..." she breathed. "Mushy talk later. Touch me." Her eyes opened, wide and pleading. "Please?" 

Delilah grinned, reaching down to Sarah's hips and pulling her pants down, leaving her completely naked in two sharp tugs. Sarah let out a moan as they pressed together, arching her back and thrusting her hips as Delilah moved above her. She grasped Delilah's wrists on either side of her head...and slowly moved her hands under Delilah's, looking up with pleading eyes.

"Is this what you want, dear?" Delilah cooed. Sarah nodded shyly. Delilah bent down, whispering into Sarah's ear. "Do you want...more than this?" Again, Sarah nodded. A spectral hand grasped Sarah's jaw and ran a thumb over her lips, which parted at its touch. "How much more?"

"...All of it." Sarah whimpered as Delilah's hips ground against her. 

"Do you still want me to be gentle? To go slow?" Sarah stared up at Mistress Delilah...and shook her head. Mistress Delilah smirked. 

"That's what I thought."

In a single sudden motion, Sarah found her arms bound to the bed with spectral chains, her legs forced up and over her head, forced apart with spreader bars at the ankles and knees and tied town with ropes, leaving her open and exposed. Those same ropes wound taunt around her neck, choking her just enough to drive her crazy. Mistress Delilah's fingers plunged into her mouth as she penetrated both her holes, a flogger's blow landing at the same moment in a synchronized attack on Sarah's senses.

And that was just the beginning. In a single coordinated movement, Sarah gagged on her Mistress' fingers as spectral strap-ons penetrated both of her holes, floggers impacting on her ass, her thighs, her stomach, her tits, at the zenith of each thrust. It wasn't long before Sarah was on the brink of orgasm. And at that point...Mistress Delilah stopped. 

"When I first saw you...do you know what I saw?" Sarah's tongue thrashed, pinned in place by the fingers filling her mouth, eyes rolled back in pleasure and submission. "I saw a beautiful, smart, kind, hardworking cutie, who I wanted to get to know better..." Mistress Delilah leaned closer. "I also saw a filthy, needy, submissive slut who needed to be tied up, used, and abused. And that's when I knew...that I found my next slave."

Mistress Delilah held up a collar. This one wasn't spectral like the others...it was solid, just like the real thing. She held it up to Sarah's unfocused eyes. "Do you want it? Do you want to be my slave?"

Sarah nodded frantically, gagging and drooling around Delilah's fingers as she tried to answer. Mistress Delilah smirked as she wrapped the collar around Sarah's neck. "Then I'll make you my slave...but not yet. You need to earn it first."

Sarah's response went unheard as her head was wrenched back, gagging as a spectral strap-on thrust itself down her throat. She cried and thrashed in her bounds as her Mistress fucked her in every available hole, as her nipples were clamped and tugged, as floggers and canes and paddles rained blows on her ass, her thighs, her stomach, her tits, convulsing as the first orgasm ripped through her body. Mistress Delilah didn't stop, nor did she stop after the second orgasm, or the third, or the fourth. She continued long after Sarah had lost count, long after Sarah and lost track of anything but the sensations assaulting her senses.

They both knew it wasn't about Sarah's pleasure, although she certainly enjoyed it; it was about Sarah becoming Mistress Delilah's Slave, and about Mistress Delilah breaking in her new toy. Just before Sarah collapsed into unconsciousness, hours later, she heard the lock click shut. She smiled as sleep took her; she was Mistress Delilah's property, always and forever...and she would accept nothing less.