by Ellie Norton
"Thank you, Mistress." I said, both for the food offered and for the upcoming punishment. I felt my inner walls clench uselessly in anticipation.
She just smirked and moved over to the cabinet. She was holding a riding crop as she turned around. My breath caught, and heat rushed to my core. She slowly stalked towards me, lightly slapping the leather against her thigh. I shuddered with each slap of leather against her naked skin. She watched my reaction with predatory eyes. When she got close enough, she gently ran the tip of the crop down my chest. I moaned at the feeling of cold leather against my heated skin. Quick as a snake, the crop landed against my nipple. Pain flared through me and I hissed. The second blow fell over my other nipple, forcing a grunt out. The third strike was to my thigh and I shuddered. After that, my mistress began circling me, raining blows over my body, which heightened my arousal, but did nothing to alleviate it. I felt frustrated tears running down my cheeks and I squirmed, desperate to find relief to my throbbing need. Each new slap of leather brought out a groan from me, and left my skin red, and stinging. I felt my trance from earlier fall over me as I lost all sense of time. I sagged in the restraints, and my reactions slowed. I didn't notice when the blows stopped.
My mistress was suddenly standing in front of me, tilting my chin up to so she could see my eyes. "Rachel?" She asked, and I could hear the worry in her voice. I smiled, trying to show her that I was ok. I felt blissful, but my mistress was frowning. Why was she frowning? "Rachel, honey, I need you to answer me. Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, Mistress," I moaned happily.
She let out a startled laugh as understanding suddenly flooded her eyes. "Wow, Rachel, you're deep into it aren't you?"
I was confused. What did she mean by that? "What do you mean, Mistress?"
I gently cupped my cheek, "I'll explain later. Let's get you down first."
"Ok," I agreed, placidly. "Did I please you, Mistress? I didn't come."
She laughed, "Oh, baby. You did great. I'm proud of you." I smiled contentedly as she reached down to pull the phallus from my swollen lips. Moving quickly, she untied me and carried me to the bed. That was a good thing, because I don't think I could have walked on my own at that point. My entire body felt weighted down with contentment. I just snuggled into my mistress' arms and trusted her to take care of me. After we got into bed, she positioned me so that I was half sprawled over her body, and she ran gentle fingers down my back. "Rest now, love. You've earned it."
"Thank you, Mistress," I mumbled as sleep stole over me again.
Emma's hands were still caressing me when I woke up. I had no idea how long I'd been asleep, but I felt more like myself when I woke. Immediately a blush heated my cheeks, and I was afraid to meet the green eyes I could feel on me. "How do you feel?"
I shifted, tucking my head under her chin so she couldn't see my embarrassment. "I don't know, Mistress." I mumbled. Then thinking back over the fuzzy minutes before I fell asleep, I had to ask, "What happened?"
I could feel the smile on her lips as she kissed my forehead. Her fingers continued to caress my skin as she said. "I call it 'sub trance'. I've only ever seen it happen once before, and that was from someone who had been living the lifestyle full time for years."
"But what is it?" I insisted still feeling very confused and vulnerable.
"It's kind of hard to explain, but it happens sometimes when the slave completely lets go and submits to their domme."
"Oh," was all I could manage as I felt my cheeks grow even hotter.
She chuckled, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Rachel. I'm actually really flattered."
"You are?" I asked, finally finding the courage to meet her eyes.
"Yes, Rachel, I am," she said, and I could see the honesty in her eyes. I also saw a possessiveness that stole my breath. I swallowed hard, trying to find something to say in response to that look. No words came to me as I stared into those pools of emerald green. After a long time, Emma looked away pulling my head back to her shoulder as she ran her fingers through my hair. I just held her, my own thoughts racing as I tried to figure out what this all meant. Eventually, Emma broke the silence. "I'd like to take you out to dinner tonight."
"Ok, that would be nice, Mistress," I said, realizing how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten much that day and I felt like I could eat an entire cow.
"No, Rachel, I'd like to take you to dinner without the collar."
"Oh," I was stunned. Why wasn't it my first thought to worry about being seen as property in public? The question had sudden panic flood my system. I was falling too deeply into this. I didn't want to live like this, did I? Shit! I needed time away from this to figure my shit out. Then, I realized that Emma was giving me the opportunity to do just that and I relaxed. I had promised her that I would be with her until tomorrow, and I had long ago stopped running from people and my feelings. I took a deep breath and turned back to meet now worried green eyes. "Thank you, Emma. I think that I need that."
Her eyebrow shot up at my use of her name, but she didn't immediately comment on it. "With everything that has happened in the last 24 hours, I thought that we might both need the time to see how we do together outside the bedroom."
I couldn't help myself, I smirked at her, feeling much more like myself. "So, Emma Parker is asking me out on a date?"
I could see the relief in her eyes, even as she snarled, "Yes, Rachel I am."
I laughed, "God, I never thought I'd see this day."
Her eyes immediately narrowed. She grabbed my collar and pulled me to her. "If you ever laugh at me again, pet. I will never let you off my leash again. And trance or no trance, I will not stop another punishment until I am satisfied."
I immediately sobered, as my breath caught in my throat under the force of her will. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. It will never happen again," I said, trembling.
She smirked, "Good, now, let's take a shower. I have a hot date to get ready for." I could only stare after her, completely stunned by what had transpired between us.
Chapter 3
After our shower, I realized that the only clothes I had with me, were the ones I wore to the party last night. Emma saw my hesitation and smirked at me, from where she leaned in the doorway to the bedroom we had spent our day in. "Problem, Rachel?"
I looked at her and sighed, "Mistress, I just realized that the only clothes I have here are the ones from last night. I don't think that they are appropriate for a first date."
"I was wondering when you would figure that out," she said with a grin. "Come on, I'm sure I can find something for you to wear."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said following her out of the room. She opened the door to the next bedroom in the hallway. I stepped inside and paused. It was a spacious bedroom, decorated in a style that I immediately recognized as belonging to the Emma I used to know. This was the kind of room I would have imagined Emma slept in, if I would have given it a thought before last night.
She saw me looking and smiled, "This is my bedroom. We've been using my playroom. I never sleep in there when I'm alone, or when I've brought home a lover instead of a slave."
"Oh," I whispered, lowering my eyes, as I suddenly felt cheap and used.
Emma was next to me in a second, using a gentle finger to tilt my chin up to look at her. "No, Rachel. I didn't mean it like that."
"It's ok, Mistress. I understand," I said unconvincingly.
"No, you don't. What we've shared is special. That's why I want to take you out to dinner."
"Really?" I asked, feeling fresh tears prick at my eyes.
Her smile was instantaneous and brightened the entire room. "Yes, Rachel. You are special to me." She leaned in and claimed my lips in a gentle but thorough kiss. After a long moment, she pulled back. "Now, let's find you something to wear."
We quickly realized that I would have to wear the leather pants from the previous night. Nothing she owned would have fit right. But we did find a white button down top that fit well enough, even if it wa
s tighter over my chest than it would be on Emma. She also loaned me a black tank top to wear under it. We got dressed and did our makeup in silence. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I began to feel nervous about our date. We had barely managed to get along in college, how would we manage now, with this new dynamic between us? I could sense Emma's own anxieties begin to surface as we got ready. But with my current situation, I could do nothing to help her.
When we were ready, we walked to the front door. Emma hesitated for a moment before taking both of my hands in hers. She took a deep breath and asked, "Rachel, will you promise me that no matter what happens on our date tonight, you will come back and spend the night with me?"
I smiled up at her, and I saw her worry fade a little. "Yes, Mistress. I promised you this morning that I would be yours until I have to leave tomorrow. I don't run anymore."
Her breath shuddered out a relieved sigh. "Good, my pet. Because I'm not done with you yet," she purred reaching up to tug gently on the collar still around my neck. I shivered and felt heat race down my spine.
"Thank you, Mistress," I gasped out. She grinned at my reaction. She pulled me in for a searing, demanding kiss, which left me panting with need. She smirked at me, and reached up to unbuckle my collar.
I took a step back from her as I felt the leather fall from my neck. I felt different, part of me desperately wanted to immediately grab the leather from Emma and re-secure it around my neck, and the other part felt oddly taller. I met Emma's eyes, "Thank you, Emma."
"You're welcome, Rachel," She replied formally and I couldn't stop the smirk from forming on my lips.
"Shall we?" I asked.
"Yes, let's go," she said, leading the way out of the house.
After she locked the door, I asked, "So where are you taking me?"
She smiled, "Just a little place down the street. They have excellent food."
"Great, well, why don't you drive, since you know where we're going." I offered her my keys. She gratefully took them and we both climbed into the car.
As she pulled out of the driveway, I asked, "What about your car? Is it still at Darrin’s house?"
She grinned, "Yeah, I'll have to call him tomorrow and have a couple of his slaves bring it back."
My jaw dropped. "He has more than one?"
She laughed, "Yeah, I think he actually has five right now, but they don't all live with him."
"Oh," I said, trying to imagine it. I gave up, "How does that even work?"
"Well, he rotates them, depending on what he's in the mood for. Last night, he was pulling Jason around on the leash. Jason's actually straight, and an investment banker. He just subs for the release of control, he's not interested in it for the sex."
"Alright, I guess I can see that," I muttered.
Emma glanced at me and she laughed. "The others like different things. Mike hates being put on display, but I've been told that he is great behind closed doors. Tim is really more of Darrin’s housekeeper. I have no idea what else he does, I just know that anytime I've gone over there during the day, he's collared and cleaning the house with a very happy smile on his face. Then there's Lauren, she is really into pain, and has been known to let a domme go too far, if she's not carefully watched. Finally, there is Kathy. I borrowed her for my performance last night."
I blushed and glanced over to see a smirk on her lips. I let out a huff and turned to look out the window. Emma was still chuckling when we pulled into the restaurant's parking lot. It was a nice little hole in the wall. The tables were crowded together with simple white table clothes on each. There were several people standing around the lobby, and I groaned inwardly. I was getting really hungry and didn't want to have to wait. Luckily, we didn't have to. Emma strode directly over to the host stand and waited patiently for the girl to look up.
When she did, her eyes lit up, and she enthusiastically greeted the blonde, "Bonita! It's so great to see you again. Give me just a second; your favorite table just got vacated. I'll wipe it down right away."
She hurried off into the restaurant and I raised an eyebrow at my date. She blushed slightly and shrugged. "We met at a club about a year ago. She hasn't subbed for me in months."
"Uh huh," I replied, unable to keep from teasing her. She just rolled her eyes at me.
The cheery hostess reappeared and grabbed two menus before leading us back to a booth at the very back of the restaurant. "Thank you, Tammy," Emma said to the girl when we were seated.
"Oh, you're so welcome, Mis—Bonita." She quickly covered, shooting a panicked glance at me. I smirked at the girl, completely amused.
Emma, clearly wasn't amused as she snapped out, "Tammy! This is not the place."
"I know. I'm sorry," She said, looking down. "I'll make it up to you, if you just give—"
Emma cut her off again, "Tammy, I am on a date. This is entirely inappropriate."
"Yeah, you better go back to work before you have a riot on your hands, " I added, unable to keep the laughter from my voice as I nodded towards the waiting patrons in the lobby. Emma's eyes shot to mine and I shrugged in the face of her anger. I saw her eyes trail down to my naked neck before she relaxed and smiled at me.
Tammy shot a glare at me and stopped away. I turned back to my date, "I wasn't laughing at you."
Emma sighed, "I know. I shouldn't have brought you here. I forgot how pushy she could be."
I reached across the table and squeezed her hand where it rested on the table. "Hey, it's ok. I know that I'm not your first and I probably won't be your last."
Her fingers returned the squeeze as she gave me a small smile. "Thank you for being so understanding."
I smiled and with a last quick squeeze released her hand to sit back. "Emma, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"How did you get started with all this?" I asked, meaning the BDSM lifestyle.
She smiled and was about to answer me, when our waiter appeared at the edge of the table.
"Good evening, ladies. Can I get you something to drink?"
Emma kept her eyes on me as she said, "I'd like a glass of Cabernet. Rachel?"
I smiled, "That sounds good." I turned to the waiter. "We'll take two glasses of Cabernet."
"Thank you, I will be right back with those." He said before hurrying off.
I turned back to Emma with a smile. "You were saying?"
She smiled back, "Decide what you want to eat first, then I'll tell you." Seeing my eyebrow lift, she quickly added, "It's a long story, and I know you must be hungry."
I looked at her. She was being sincere. "Alright," I said giving in. I opened my menu and took a quick look. I immediately saw the steak I was craving. I shut my menu and sat back, crossing my arms to wait.
Emma looked up and laughed. "Either you are very hungry and picked the first thing you saw, or you really want to hear my story."
I smiled, "It's a little of both actually."
Emma returned my smile, "Alright, I always get the same thing here anyway." She paused to lick her lips. "After college, I moved to New York and got a job clerking for a law office. I was miserable for the two years I worked there. It was all long hours and sleazy men trying to pick me up. I was fed up with men and their tired lines when one of my friends from my Pilates class invited me to a bar with her. I knew she wanted to get into my pants, but I just wasn't interested in her that way. Later, I realized that it was because she was too dominant for my tastes."
Emma was interrupted by the waiter's reappearance. He carefully set down our wine glasses and we ordered our meals.
"Steak and potatoes? Really, Rachel?" She said laughing when the waiter left again.
I shrugged, and then deliberately dropped my eyes and voice, "I was told that I would be allowed to come later, and I want all of the energy I can get to please my mistress."
Her shocked gasp sent a shiver of heat down my spine and I struggled against my body's urge to squirm. I could hear her breathing heavily and I risked glanci
ng up to meet her eyes. Sheer possessive need clouded her eyes and I smirked at her even as I felt my center clench in anticipation. I could barely hear her low, growling voice as it said, "You will pay for that later."
Heat flooded me and my breath caught. I cleared my throat, and forced my voice to be light and mocking as I said, "Maybe, Emma. But right now you're on a date with me, not your pet."
She looked away and took several deep breaths. I took a sip of my wine while I waited. Finally she looked back at me, the possessiveness was still in her eyes, but the need had faded. "You're right, Rachel. I'm sorry."
I smiled, "It's fine. I was baiting you."
"I know."
"I'm sorry, Emma. Will you please continue your story?" I asked, sobering.
She sighed and took a drink from her wine glass. "Alright," She said relenting. "At work, I met this girl named Lucy. Even though I wasn't really interested in Lucy, I agreed to go out with her. The club we went to wasn't a leather bar, but there was a couple there that caught my eye. One of the girls was very butch, and she was wearing a lot of leather. Her partner was very femme in her pink dress and heels. What really caught my attention though was the leash the butch was using to lead her girl around. I had a hard time looking away from the girls. Lucy noticed and followed my gaze. She asked me which of them I was imagining myself as. I was completely embarrassed, but I honestly told her that I wanted my own hand on the girl's leash. Lucy laughed and asked if I'd ever done anything like that before. I told her I hadn't, and she offered to show the ropes, as it were. Lucy was a switch and taught me a lot." She paused to take another sip of her wine.
I took the opportunity to ask, "What's a switch?"
She smiled. "It's someone who can act as either domme or sub."
"Oh, ok," I said, nodding my understanding.
"Well, we fooled around for a couple of weeks, while she taught me about things, and then she invited me to go to a BDSM club with her. She offered to act as my sub for the night, and I readily agreed. I spent a month's pay on my outfit for the night and on the collar and leash I had picked out for her to wear. Well, we had a great time. I felt like I had finally found the place that I belonged. We weren't at the club for long before Lucy noticed my interest in one of the unclaimed submissives. She encouraged me to claim her, so I released Lucy and went to talk to the girl. We hit it off and Molly was my first official sub. We dated for several months, becoming regulars at the club. We were asked to do a scene on stage one night, which ultimately was the downfall of our relationship, but it launched my career."
