by Ellie Norton
Her breath caught and her knuckled turned white as she gripped the steering wheel. "Good." She took several deep breaths, and her grip relaxed. She glanced over at me. "I have some special plans for your debut, but we can discuss those later. What did you see tonight that you'd like me to do to you? Or have you do to me?"
I thought about it, feeling myself grow ever wetter. "A lot, Mistress," I finally admitted, unable to find any one thing that stood out above the others.
She chuckled. "You seemed interested in the anal play we watched. Have you changed your mind about that?"
"I don't know. I'm curious. That sub seemed to really enjoy it, but it still seems kinda gross to me."
"I understand that, and I will respect your limits. But I will say that it can add quite a bit of pleasure to all aspects of play. Think about it and let me know if you change your mind. I won't push you," Emma said and I knew that she was being honest.
"Have you ever done it?" I asked, curious.
Emma blushed. "Yes, I have. When I first got serious about the lifestyle, I met a domme in New York who acted as a mentor for me. She told me that a domme should never do something that they haven't experienced for themselves. It was good advice and so I spent several nights in her dungeon, experiencing as much as possible."
I was surprised, I didn't think Emma would ever willingly give up control. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"No," she immediately said. She glanced over at me, and elaborated. "There were things that I enjoyed, but I do not like to be tied up and helpless. It was hard, but it made me a better domme."
We both got lost in our thoughts for the rest of the drive back to Emma's house. The second the door closed behind us, my mistress ripped the jacket from me and pressed me back against the door. Her hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head to the side and she bit lightly into my neck. I moaned and she kissed her way down to nibble on the exposed curved of my breasts. Her hands cupped them through the corset and heat raced along my skin. After a minute, Emma took my leash and led me to the playroom. I expected her to immediately remove our clothes, but she had other plans in mind. She moved behind me, clipping my cuffs together behind my back. I whimpered, knowing that I would be unable to touch her.
"God, you look amazing in this outfit, my pet. I've been dying to get you alone for hours," My mistress said as she stepped back to study me.
"Thank you, Mistress." I answered breathlessly.
Emma's eyes raked my body and came up to meet mine with a mischievous glint. "I've been thinking about what I wanted to do to you in this outfit all night. Are you willing to submit to my pleasures, Rachel?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling need settle in my core.
"Good. Kneel, my pet." She ordered, and I dropped to my knees as gracefully as possible with my hands secured behind my back and the corset restricting my movement. Emma moved over to her cabinet and pulled out a length of blue satin. My eyes widened as I saw that the fabric matched the lace on my corset. She walked back over to me and gently took my chin in hers. "Do you trust me, Rachel?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered immediately.
"Open your mouth," She demanded. I opened for her before I had even consciously decided to. She immediately placed the satin gag in my mouth and moved to secure it behind my head. I whimpered. She had taken away any method for me to touch her. Emma chuckled in my ear. "Don't worry, my pet. I will let you pleasure me before the night is over, but I want to see you squirm first."
I nodded my understanding, and Emma jerked on the leash, pulling me to my feet. She led me to the side of the room and connected my cuffs to one of the rings set at waist height in the wall. Once I was connected, she removed the leash and ran her hands along the lines of the corset. I trembled under her touch and she grinned at me. Her hands traveled down my thighs and I moaned. She watched me as one hand dipped between my legs to brush along the thin fabric covering my center. Her eyes widened in surprise. "You're soaked."
I nodded, knowing that my need had soaked through my panties long before we left the club. She pulled them off and the chilly air on my damp folds sent a shiver through me. Her fingers immediately returned to my dripping folds and I moaned. "Oh, my pet, you did so well tonight. I'm proud of you. Come for me," She said, pushing three fingers into me. I groaned, grinding down on her hand. She began to thrust and I felt pleasure roll over me instantly. I clenched down on her long fingers and let the release take me. She curled her fingers inside me and watched as the orgasm swept through me. "You are so beautiful, Rachel."
I smiled at her through the gag. She smiled at me for a moment before moving back to her cabinet. She came back with a long feather and began to run it along my exposed skin. I squirmed and she chuckled. When the feather dipped into the valley between my breasts, I gasped, my nipples instantly puckering against the stiff fabric. My mistress pulled the feather out and moved down to my thighs. As I squirmed, my hard nipples chafed against the corset and I moaned. Emma smirked at me, and trailed the feather up to tease my clit. I shifted, trying to increase the friction, but the feather wasn't substantial enough to do more than tease. I sighed, relaxing into the torment. My mistress noticed and smiled, "Good girl, just enjoy. I will let you come again soon."
I nodded, and moaned, as the movement of the feather sent heat rushing to my center. Emma continued to tease me with the feather until I was panting with need. She gave me no warning before she slammed three fingers into me. "Come for me, Rachel," she ordered and my body immediately obeyed. After the last tremor left my body, Emma unclipped my wrists from the wall and hooked a finger into the ring on my collar. She pulled me over to the bench and secured my wrists to the legs. She removed my boots so I could more easily balance. She gave my ass a light playful slap as she stood back up. I jerked forward slightly with a moan. "Do you like it when I spank you, my pet?" I nodded immediately, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Good," She responded and I could hear the approval in her voice. She moved over to the cabinet and came back to kneel behind me quickly. I felt lube drip down my folds and squirmed against the cold wetness. My mistress just chuckled and pressed a dildo against my entrance. I immediately shifted, to spread my legs wider for her and she pushed the phallus into me. I moaned and Emma slowly stroked the dildo in and out of me several times, before she left the phallus deep inside of me. I squirmed, wanting her to continue. She chuckled and gave my ass another playful slap. It jarred the dildo and I moaned, feeling my arousal grow.
"Did you like that my pet?" I nodded and she said, "Good." I felt one of her hands cup my center, pressing her palm against the base of the dildo as her other hand began spanking me. I moaned, instantly feeling an orgasm begin to build. My ass was still a little tender from the paddling I had received two days prior, but the pain only added to my pleasure, and Emma was careful to never let her hand fall too hard against the sensitive skin. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that Emma was doing this as another way to make up for her reaction in the store the other day, and I felt myself fall more in love with her for it, even though I didn't think it was necessary.
Just as I began to fight my imminent release, my mistress began to pump the dildo inside of me, ordering me to come, I screamed into the gag as the orgasm crashed over me. When the last tremor subsided, Emma released my wrists and set the dildo aside. She removed the gag and pulled me to my feet. She kissed me and I could feel her need coursing through her. I whimpered under the force of her desire and she broke the kiss.
"Thank you, Mistress. May I pleasure you now?" I asked, breathlessly.
"Yes," she said with a smile. "Go lay on the bed. I want to ride you."
"Yes, Mistress," I said and hastened to obey.
She joined me a minute later and she held a strap on that I hadn't seen before. This one had a small egg shaped insert on the inner part of the strap. She eased it into me as she strapped the harness in place. I smiled as the feeling of it. She attached my wrist cuffed to the headboard before slowly stripping out of her clothes. My
center clenched at the sight and I longed to have the freedom to touch her. When she stood naked before me, she grinned at the hungry look she saw in my eyes. She straddled my hips and as she lowered her body onto the phallus, she said, "Do not come until I do."
"Yes, Mistress," I whimpered as the weight of her body, pressed the egg deeper into my center.
Emma slowly began to ride me, and I rolled my hips in time with her movements. She moaned, "Oh, yes, Rachel. Just like that." She gradually sped up her movements until she was panting out a steady stream of "Oh God, oh God, oh God." I found myself pulling uselessly against the cuffs encircling my wrists. I was dying to reach up and massage her bouncing breasts. I whimpered and Emma's eyes met mine with that familiar predatory look. My breath caught, and I was immediately too close to the edge. My mistress knew what I wanted to do and she loved that I was helpless beneath her. Just before I lost my inner battle, Emma stiffened and called out my name as she came. I immediately followed her into bliss.
After a moment, Emma lifted her hips to let the dildo slide out of her. She released my hands and helped me get up from the bed. We moved into her bedroom, and Emma helped me take off my corset. We made love for the rest of the night, before falling asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter 8
Monday morning found Emma and I in my apartment. Emma was lounging in bed while I got dressed. It took a lot longer than it usually did, because I couldn't resist taking breaks to move over and run my fingers along her naked skin, or place soft kisses on her lips. Emma seemed amused by me, but she didn't comment. Once I had finally finished getting ready, I sat down on the edge of the bed. I knew I needed to leave soon if I wanted to be on time, but I just wasn't ready for the weekend to end. We'd spent all of Friday and Saturday morning in Emma's playroom experimenting with the things we saw at the event on Thursday. Saturday afternoon, Emma had decided that we needed some girlfriend time, so we migrated to my apartment and spent the rest of the weekend hanging out. I played some of my newer mixes for her, and she coerced me into watching some TV. Overall it was an amazing three days and I wasn't ready for it to end.
I entwined my fingers in Emma's and asked, "So what are you going to do today?"
She smiled, knowing that I was stalling. "Well, I've gotta go to the gym this morning. But then I'll probably go home to work."
My eyes flew up to study her. "What do you mean?"
Her eyes widened. "Oh Rachel, not like that. I'm sorry I didn't think about how that sounded. I'm working on my second book," She explained in a rush.
I relaxed. "Oh, alright. What's it about?"
She smiled, "It's about the nature of trust in BDSM relationships."
"Oh, that's really cool. What was your first book about?"
"It was about the balance of power between a domme and his/her sub," she said and I could hear the pride in her voice.
I smiled. "That's awesome, Em. I'm really proud of you."
Her face lit up, "Thanks, Rachel. It really means a lot to me to hear you say that."
"I mean it. Em, you're amazing," I told hear, leaning in to claim her lips. The kiss was soft and passionate and had a happy warmth filling me. I pulled out of the kiss, and smiled at Emma. "I've got to go, honey."
She returned the smile. "I know, good luck on your first day."
I climbed off the bed, saying, "thanks." Before I left, I moved over to one of the drawers in the kitchen. I rooted through it for a minute before finding my spare key. I offered it to Emma. "Here, will you lock up when you leave?"
She beamed at me, "Sure thing, Rach. I'll give it back next time I see you."
I shifted awkwardly. "Um, not that's ok, Em. You can keep it."
"Really?" She asked, hope filling her voice.
I nodded, "Yeah. I mean, I'm serious about this relationship."
Emma immediately crawled across the bed and pulled me into a tight hug. "Me too, Rachel. I love you," She said quietly.
I smiled, and squeezed her more tightly against me. "I love you too, Em."
After a moment she pulled away and ran across the room to where she had left her purse next to the couch. She fished out her key ring and handed me one of the keys. "Here, you can come over anytime. Even if I'm not there."
I smiled, thinking it unlikely that I would want to be in Emma's house without her. "Thanks," I said before kissing her again. After a long moment, I broke the kiss. "I've got to go, I'm going to be late."
Emma sighed, looking over at the clock. "I know. Will you call me later? I want to know how your first day goes."
I smiled. "Of course." I leaned in for one last short kiss before heading to the door. I grabbed my laptop bag and with a final, "See you later," I left for work.
By the time I got to the office, I was excited. This was my dream job and I couldn't wait to get started. I had to spend the first hour of my day on new hire paperwork which was tedious, but at least I got it out of the way. The HR person who helped me fill out the paperwork gave me a quick tour of the office, pointing out the various offices, bathrooms, and break room. I knew that the recording studio wasn't located in the building and I had to hide my impatience on the tour. I didn't plan to spend much time in these offices.
Finally, an hour and a half after I arrived, I was led into Darrin’s office. He grinned up at me, holding up a finger while he finished the phone conversation he was having. I nodded and took a seat on the chair I'd sat in a week prior. After he ended the call, he turned to me, "Well, Rachel you made it."
I smiled, "Yep, got all my paperwork filled out and everything."
"Great, so here's the deal. The artist I want you to work with is Brian Zane. Are you familiar with his music?"
I thought about it and nodded, "Yeah, he's one of those kids from the Disney Channel right?"
Darrin chuckled, "Yeah, and he was a great investment 5 years ago, when we signed him, but interest in his music is flagging and he and I are eager to chance his sound."
"Ok, I should be able to help with that. Does he write his own music, or does he use song writers?" I asked, thinking through the steps I would need to take.
"A little of both, I've actually got some demo songs that are for his next album, they were recorded under the direction of his last producer, but it's the same crap that stopped selling, so we've been looking for a new producer for him for a few months now."
I smiled, "Alright, that's a great place to start."
"I've set up a meeting with you and Brian for Wednesday afternoon; do you think you will have something to show him by then?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be ready."
"Excellent, would you prefer to work here, at the studio, or at home?" He asked, honestly curious.
"I'd prefer to work either at home or out of the studio," I answered and could hear the eagerness in my voice.
He grinned, "Great, I'll have someone meet you over there and they can show you around." He pushed a button on his phone, and said, "Kira, will you come here for a moment?"
"Of course, Darrin," was her reply.
He sat back and studied me for a moment. "Kira will fill you in on the details of your meeting with Brian, but I'd like to hear what you have first. Can you email the files to me as soon as they're done?"
"Yeah, sure," I answered immediately.
Kira came in to the office, smiling at me before turning her attention to Darrin. "What can I do for you?"
"Will you get Rachel the demo of Brian Zane's last recordings and the address to the studio?" He asked.
"Yes, sir, is there anything else?"
"Will you also call Markus and ask him to show Rachel around and get her settled over there?"
"Of course," She said enthusiastically.
Darrin turned back to me, "Thank you, Rachel. Good luck. You can call Kira if you have any questions, or if there is anything you need."
"Thanks, Darrin," I smiled before following Kira out to her desk.
Kira efficiently loaded a flash drive with the demo so
ngs and handed them over. "Do you have a GPS?"
"Yeah, who doesn't these days?" I asked.
Kira laughed, "That's true. Well here is the address, I'll have Markus waiting for you. Are you headed straight over there?" She handed me a post-it note with the address written on it.
"Yeah, I can't wait to get started." I admitted, and she smiled.
"Well, here's my card if you need anything. Good luck." She said offering a small cream business card. I thanked her and left.
An hour later, I was settling into a sound mixing booth with a fresh cup of coffee. I let myself one moment to revel in actually having my dreams come true before I plugged the flash drive into the sound board's computer and got to work. I listened to the demo songs and they were the same generic pop I had expected. I listened to the songs again, before opening iTunes on my laptop and downloading all of Brian's other music. I listened to all of his other music thinking about the best ways to manipulate it to create a new sound for the guy. He had a great voice for pop music, but in a few of his songs, his voice hit a less polished, almost gruff tone that might work really well for punk. I went back to the demos and began to manipulate them. I quickly lost track of the time, as I worked.
My ringing phone finally brought me out of my focus. When I looked down to see who was calling, I was surprised to see it was after 8pm. I answered the phone, "Hey, Em."
"Hi, Rachel. I was just calling to check in with you. You said you'd call and I hadn't heard from you yet," I could hear the slight annoyance in her voice and I winced.
"I'm sorry, Em. I completely lost track of the time. I'm actually still at work," I said apologizing.
"Really?" She asked and I didn't think she believed me.
"Yeah, I've been completely absorbed all day. I don't know when I would have stopped if you hadn't called," I said with a little laugh.
"Have you eaten?" Emma asked, and I could hear her voice softening.
"Nope," I admitted.
She sighed into the phone. "Rachel, you need to eat."
"I know, I'm sorry," I apologized.
