After the 5 o'clock Play time the eight adjourned to their bedromms inpairs to prepare for the evening.
Amanda led Samantha to the master bedrom and sat her at the dressing table. Kissing her before the preparation began, Amanda again asked if samantha consented to the night. She reminded her of the safe words and protocol. Samantha readily agreed and trembled with excitement. Amanda stroked Samantha's hair and placed a small receiver in her ear. Putting on a headset, Amanda spoke quietly to Samantha to see if she was hearing. Samantha could hear well and her Dom told her that all of the subs would be fitted with radio tranceivers to control their sensory input. Next, Amanda inserted sleep plugs into Samantha's ears. Again she tested, confirming her sub could only hear thru the "bug".
Carefully, she tucked the blond hair up and rolled a swim cap over Samantha's head, sealing her ears and denying her hearing and touch on the head. Snapping the chin strap in place, Amanda smiled and speaking into the bug, "just like old times". Amanda placed a towel on the bed and lay Samantha down. Reaching into the night stand she drew out a blindfold,placing it on Samantha and clicked a pair of Smith and Wesson handcuffs in place.
Satisfied that Samantha was comfortable and trusting, Amanda walked into the batroom and returned with a hot towel, shaving lotion, and Lady Schick.
Amanda ran the lotion over Samantha's pubic mound, lingering longer sometimes and rushing over her clit several times. Samantha wiggled in arrousal. Taking the blade as an expert, Amanda removed all of Samantha's blond Vee.
Amanda thought to her self that recognition by Tamara, becy and Lynn just got tougher, and knew that Kelly, Diane and Stacy were in other bedrooms preparing their charges in a similar fashion.
Seizing the opportunity to be alone with Samantha, as it was only 20 minutes to eight, Amanda lay by Samantha, hugging her, whispering heated words thru the bug and started kissing her from lips, to neck, to nipples, to tummy, to pubic mound, over to the tattoo, to clit, to lips, to her wetspot. Occasionally tickling always engendering, both women were eager for the night to begin. The random bond created by the lotery was being replaced by the strong bonds of trust, inner comport and budding love. Truth be told the same feelings were sweeping the house.
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