Mistress Bonita

by Ellie Norton

  I felt my eyes go wide. Career? I couldn't ask her about it, because our food showed up. We ate for a few minutes in silence, until I couldn't wait any longer. "What exactly do you mean by career?"

  Her eyes met mine and she smiled at the jealousy I couldn't keep out of my voice. She carefully set her fork on the table and took a sip of wine. "I'm not a prostitute, Rachel. Clubs hire me to perform, or to teach their staff what to expect and how to behave during an event. I never get paid to fuck the subs I use in a scene. Hell, I've even published a book."

  I could see her frustration with me grow as she spoke. "I'm sorry, Emma. I didn't mean to offend you." I apologized, genuinely meaning it.

  She sighed. "I know. It's alright. I just get defensive about it. Remember our sorority sister and ex-best friend Kristen? We got into a big fight about it when I decided to move out here, where I had more options."

  "I'm sorry."

  "It's not your fault. She just doesn't understand."

  I reached over to grip her hand, "I'm still sorry. I know how close you guys are."

  She took a deep breath and squeezed my fingers. "Thank you, Rachel," she said smiling a little sadly at me.

  We went back to eating, keeping the conversation light as we finished our meal. I found myself smiling, enjoying Emma's sense of humor and honest conversation. I found myself wondering where I could take her for our second date, and I froze. Second date? Yeah, I wanted a second date with the blonde, and a third date, and a fourth date. I saw surprised with myself, but I had to admit that I wanted more of Emma Parker, both as the laughing woman currently sitting across from me, and as the domme who had claimed me. It just felt right somehow and I felt a smile spread across my face as I put down my fork, and took the last sip of wine from my glass.

  Emma noticed my smile and she lifted her eyebrow. "What—"

  Her question was cut off when the waiter returned. "Can I interest you ladies in dessert this evening?"

  "No, thanks, But I'd love a cup of coffee," I said.

  "Sure," he said before turning to Emma.

  "Coffee for me too, thanks."

  The waiter took my empty plate and Emma motioned for him to take hers as well. She turned back to me, "What was that smile about?"

  I sighed, hoping that the waiter would be enough of a distraction to make her forget. "I'll tell you, but first I need you to answer two questions," I said with complete sincerity.

  She looked confused. "Alright. What do you want to know?"

  I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "First, should we decide to continue our arrangement after tomorrow, how would your job affect that relationship?" I asked, starting with my most urgent question.

  Her eyes widened and I saw doubt creep into her eyes. She was saved from having to answer immediately as our coffee arrived. "Here ladies, I will take this whenever you are ready, but please do not feel rushed." The waiter said as he placed the bill on the table. We thanked him and he walked away.

  Emma bought herself a little more time, as she added cream and sugar to her coffee. I did the same, and then took a sip and sat back to wait. There was a long pause, as she stirred the coffee and tasted it to make sure her proportions were right. Finally, she set the coffee cup back on its saucer and met my eyes. "That would depend in large part on you."

  "How so?" I asked, desperate to know her answer.

  "Well, it would depend on how you feel about being on stage with me. I won't give up my career for you, but whenever you are willing, I would like it if you would be my sub for scenes. If you don't want to be a part of that, I would use another sub."

  I wasn't ready to think about that, "Alright, I have a second part to my original question."

  "Go ahead," She said, maintain a calm façade over the swirling emotions I could see in her eyes.

  "Would we be exclusive?"

  Her eyes snapped to me, the possessiveness back in her eyes, "I don't share my toys."

  I smirked, "I assumed that much. What I meant was would I have to share you?"

  Her eyes cleared, "No, not unless we both agreed on it beforehand. My job is one thing, but if you don't join me there, then my job won't follow me home. I can promise you that I can keep my professional life and my personal life separate."

  I smiled, feeling a sense of relief fall over me. "Then, my second question is this: Emma Parker, will you be my girlfriend?"

  Her smile was immediate and she reached across the table for my hands. I offered them to her. Her voice was full of happiness and excitement as she said, "Yes, Rachel. I'd love to be your girlfriend."

  I returned her smile and gave her hands a quick squeeze before sitting back and sipping my coffee. She reached for the bill and gave it a quick glance before putting her card into the folder and laying it back on the table.

  I gave her a minute to settle in her chair and take a sip of her coffee before asking, "So how will this work?"

  She met my eyes with a smirk. "Well, I've already told you what I expect when you are in my home." Heat suddenly raced through me as I remembered our conversation from that morning.

  I swallowed hard, "Yes, I am yours in your house. I am to wear your collar and obey your every command."

  "Yes, Rachel. That is correct. Do you remember the second stipulation I had when you wear my collar?"

  I thought about it. "You said that if we decide to leave, we will discuss whether I will wear your collar or not."

  "Yes, but I think, we should add an addendum to that rule. If you need to leave for work, I will take off your collar without the discussion."

  "Thank you. What about the rest of the time?"

  "We should just be girlfriends. And if you take me home with you, then we can make love or whatever as equals. Does that make sense?"

  I nodded, "Yeah. I think that should work."

  She grinned. "Good, me too."

  The waiter came over and took the bill to run Emma's credit card. After he had left, Emma bit her lip glancing at me.

  "What?" I asked.

  "I was wondering if maybe you'd be willing to go with me to an event on Thursday as my sub." She could see the hesitation in my eyes. "I'm not working it. I promise. I just want to show you off."

  I let go of the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "You want to show me off?"

  Her eyes darkened and the possessiveness was back in her eyes. "You have no idea how much I want to do that. You are mine now and I want everyone to know it."

  I felt my core clench at her words and I exhaled sharply. I forced a smirk as I said, "Not currently. See no collar." I pointed to my bare neck.

  "No, not currently," She snarled. "But do you really want to bait me again this close to when you willingly put it back around your neck?"

  I shuddered and felt moisture pool between my thighs. "Probably, not my best plan," I muttered.

  Her lips curled into an evil smirk, "Probably not, Rachel. But you just gave me all the motivation I needed to ensure that you will never doubt again who you belong to, with or without the collar."

  I swallowed hard again, as nerves danced along my skin. Before I could come up with a response, the waiter returned with Emma's credit card.

  "Thank you ladies, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening."

  Emma turned to him with a brilliant smile. "Oh we will." I felt another shudder run through me at the mischievous tone of Emma's voice. The waiter gave her a puzzled look and walked away. Emma quickly signed the receipt and slipped her credit card back into her wallet. She stood and offered me her hand. I took it and I knew she would feel the tremble in my hand as she turned to smirk at me.

  "Do I make you nervous?" She asked sweetly.

  "Yes," I answered honestly.

  "Good," She said as she pulled me from the restaurant. The host tried to stop Emma, but she ignored the girl as she ushered me to my car.

  The drive back to her house was silent. But I managed to pull myself together enough to reach over and rest my hand on her
thigh. I knew that in a matter of minutes, I wouldn't be able to touch her without permission and I wanted to savor the freedom to do as I pleased for just a little while longer. She glanced down at my hand and smiled over at me. After she parked the car, we climbed out and headed to her front door. Just before she put the key in the door, I reached out to lay a gentle hand on her arm. "Wait, Emma I had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for dinner."

  She turned to smile at me. "I had a nice time too."

  I reached up to tangle my hands in her blonde hair and pulled her down to meet my lips in a tender kiss. She returned the kiss and as it began to grow heated, I pulled back, placing a last chaste kiss to her lips. I smiled sheepishly up at her, "Sorry, Emma, but I just had to do that before we went inside."

  She smiled down at me. "I know. I liked it, Rachel. I'm glad you did. What's a first date without a good night kiss?"

  I laughed. "Yeah, but seriously. Thanks, Emma."

  She smiled. "You're welcome," she said before unlocking the door and ushering me inside.

  I didn't wait for her to close or lock the door; I immediately moved to the side table and picked up my collar. The leather was still slightly damp from my shower earlier and it was cold as it slid into place around my neck. I took a deep breath and felt myself relax, as the feeling of safety settled over me.

  I could feel my mistress move up behind me. She wrapped her arms around me, and purred into my ear, "Well done, my pet. Go to the playroom, I will join you in a moment."

  Chapter 4

  I didn't wait for Emma to close or lock the door; I immediately moved to the side table and picked up my collar. The leather was still slightly damp from my shower earlier and it was cold as it slid into place around my neck. I took a deep breath and felt myself relax, as the feeling of safety settled over me.

  I could feel my mistress move up behind me. She wrapped her arms around me, and purred into my ear, "Well done, my pet. Go to the playroom, I will join you in a moment."

  Her voice sent shivers running through me. "Yes, Mistress," I said and obediently hurried down the hall. When I entered the room, I quickly moved to the center of the floor and kneeled, letting my eyes drop to the carpet. It wasn't long before she joined me, and I smiled as I felt her eyes fall on me.

  "Strip. You are wearing far too much clothing." She ordered.

  "Yes, Mistress," I said, immediately standing to remove my clothes.

  When I was naked except for the collar, I felt Emma move towards me, she lifted my chin with a long delicate finger. I met her eyes, and saw all of the possessiveness from earlier in the evening flood back into them. "Who do you belong to?"

  "You, Mistress, I belong to you." I answered immediately.

  "That's right. You are mine," she growled.

  "Yes, Mistress, I'm yours." As the words left my mouth, Emma's mouth found my collarbone, biting hard. I moaned, feeling need flood into me. "Oh, God, Mistress, I'm yours."

  She pulled back with a smirk. "And don't ever forget it. You belong to me, Rachel."

  I nodded, "Yes, Mistress."

  "Good girl, now get into bed. I will join you shortly." Emma purred. I moved to hastily obey and she slapped my still tender ass. I yelped and moved faster, even as I heard my mistress' chuckle from behind me. I crawled to sit in the center of the bed to watch her as she stripped off her clothes and moved to the cabinet. When she opened its doors I finally got my first look inside. There were several shelves on one side of the cabinet. These were full of various dildos, vibrators, and bottles of lube. Underneath that were several drawers, and along the far side, was an open space that had various lengths of metal rods, hooks for her floggers and whips, and a long hank of rope. I could feel my eyes go wide at the sight. I had never seen that many different sex toys in one place before. I could feel the moisture pool between my thighs as I wondered what she would choose for tonight. My mistress opened one of the drawers and pulled out two straps before turning back to the bed. Her eyebrow shot up as she noticed me watching her. She didn't comment on it as she moved back to the bed. "One your knees, facing the headboard, my pet," she ordered.

  "Yes, Mistress," I said as I moved to obey.

  She attached the straps to my ankle, and said, "Lean down to rest your weight on your elbows." Again, I did as she commanded and she attached the other end of the straps to my wrists, before clipping my wrists together. "Try to straighten your legs."

  I tried, but the straps were only long enough to allow me a little movement in this position. "I can't, Mistress," I admitted with a whimper.

  I could hear the smile in her voice, as she said, "Good." She moved to her bedside table and pulled a short length of chain from the drawer. She ran this from the ring in my collar to the clip holding my wrists together. A tremble ran through me as I realized that I was only able to move my head about 3 inches in any direction. My mistress ran gentle fingers down my back. "You are so beautiful like this, my pet. I simply love seeing you helpless in my bed." I could only whimper in response, not knowing what she had planned for me. She placed a tender kiss on my shoulder before huskily asking, "Who do you belong to, Rachel?"

  "I'm yours, Mistress," I said on another whimper.

  "Yes, you are, my pet." She said as she got off the bed again. She came back a moment later. "Look at me," She said softly and I carefully turned my head as far as the chain would allow me. Emma held a strap on in her hands. I could see that this one was different from the one she used the previous night. This one had smaller, slightly curved dildo on the inside of the straps as well as the larger phallus on the outside. My mistress gave me a moment to study the harness in her hands, before speaking, "This will bring us both pleasure, as I show you beyond all doubts who you belong to. Do you want that, Rachel?"

  "Yes, Mistress," I answered breathlessly, as my arousal spiked.

  "Do you want me to come while I fuck you and teach you your place?"

  I shuddered, feeling my core clench in anticipation. "Oh God, yes, Mistress."

  "Good," She said before applying lube generously to the smaller phallus. She held my gaze as she stepped into the harness and pulled it up her thighs. She guided the dildo into place and groaned, "Oh, Rachel. It feels so good inside me." I whimpered, suddenly wishing that I could be inside her, bringing her to climax. I could see in her eyes that she knew what I was thinking and I blushed. She chuckled and finished securing the harness around her hips. "Do you want this, my pet?" She asked as she spread lube over the larger dildo.

  "Yes, Mistress," I said fighting the need to squirm within my bonds.

  She just grinned and climbed onto the bed to kneel between my thighs. She rang finger through my heated flesh. "Always so eager for me," she whispered and I didn't think she was talking to me. This was confirmed as she said, "I love how wet you get for me, Rachel."

  "Thank you, Mistr—" I started to say, but the words died in my throat as I felt the dildo slide slowly into my slick core. I shuddered against it and rocked my hips back to take more of it in. Emma's responding moan pulled a moan from my own lips. She paused when the phallus was completely sheathed within me. We both breathed heavily at the sensation of being filled before she began to slowly slide back out. She took several slow thrusts as we both adjusted to the feeling. I was already trembling when she began to pick up her pace. I shuddered at the increased pace and she moved her hands to my waist and yanked my hips back to meet her next thrust. I called out as the pressure increased and I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. I could hear her ragged pants as she continued to thrust harder and faster into me. I felt myself getting closer to the edge and I gasped out, "Mistress, please?"

  "Who. Do. You. Belong. To?" She asked punctuating each word with a thrust.

  I panted, struggling to hold back the impending orgasm. "You, Mistress."

  "Say it, and you can come," She said, thrusting harder into me.

  "You, I belong to you!" I groaned out as the orgasm ripped through me.

  Emma
didn't stop or slow her thrusts, and I could hear little groans escaping her mouth as she held back her own release to continue plunging desperately into me. As the last shudder from my first orgasm died away, and I could feel the next one already building within me, my mistress gasped out, "Again. Say it again, Rachel."

  "I belong to you," I panted and felt the second orgasm burst over me.

  Still, Emma didn't slow. I could feel the tension in her body and knew that she must be desperate to come, but she refused to let go. "Again," She barked out.

  "I belong to you, Emma!" I screamed out as a third, somehow more intense orgasm overwhelmed me.

  Only then did I feel her shudder and let go as she yelled, "Oh God, Rachel." She collapsed over me and we struggled for breath for several long minutes. When she had regained enough of her composure, Emma sat up, and gently pulled out of me before moving off the bed. I whimpered at the sense of loss that settled over me. I lowered my head to rest on my hands and struggled against the emotions suddenly threatening to overwhelm me. I heard the harness hit the floor next to the bed seconds before my mistress was back, rubbing soothing hands over me. "Shh, Rachel I'm here," she murmured, peppering kisses over my back. I relaxed under her touch and the vulnerability faded as she comforted me.

  Feeling steadier, I gratefully said, "Thank you, Mistress."

  "You're welcome, my pet." She said with a smile in her voice. I felt warmth spread through me as the certainty that she was pleased filled me. Her hands gradually traveled down to the base of my spine, before shifting to graze long nails down the outside of my hips. I let out a sharp gasp as arousal slammed into me again. I was shocked. I had no idea how Emma was able to make me so eager for her so quickly. I'd never been with anyone who could make me come so hard and so often and still want more. I knew I was quickly becoming addicted to her touch, and it scared me. All thought flew out of my mind as I felt two long, delicate fingers slide into me. My inner walls clamped down around her fingers and she began to drag them in and out of me. I eagerly pressed back into her, keeping my head down as it heightened the pleasure I felt. In seconds I was panting out moans as my core throbbed around my mistress' plunging fingers. "Say it, Rachel and you can come again." Emma told me.