Mistress Bonita

by Ellie Norton

She yanked me over to the left corner of the stage. "Kneel!" She barked and I lowered to me knees. She bent beside me, buckling my ankle cuffs to my wrist cuffs. The position put added pressure on the plug and I let out a quiet moan, as heat spread through me. Emma quietly chuckled, whispering, "I told you I would give you a little pleasure to help you through this." I whimpered. She gently brushed her fingers along my shoulder before taking the leash and turning the collar to clip the leather strap to my cuffs. When she was done she gave me a look that asked if I was ok, I nodded slightly. I couldn't move my head any more than that due to the leash. My mistress smirked at me and my core clenched. I loved being this helpless in front of her.

  Then she moved away, and the reality of my situation washed back over me. I whimpered as I realized that in seconds my mistress would be touching someone else. As panicked tears filled my eyes, Emma met my gaze. Her eyes were filled the possessive need I had grown to expect with I teased her. It instantly made me wet, forgetting my panic in the sudden onslaught of desire. I moaned, the sound carrying across the stage to her. Instantly her eyes turned predatory and she ordered Anthony to stand, while keeping her eyes locked on mine. The scene that followed brought on a serious case of déjà vu as it reminded me of the scene she had performed during Darrin’s party. Like before, my mistress met my gaze every time she picked up a new toy, and we both shared the knowledge that the other was imagining me in Anthony's place. The main difference between this scene and the prior one was that I was unable to look away. I saw every reaction in both my mistress and in Anthony. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. By the time the scene ended, I was so turned on, that my entire body was quivering with need.

  Emma helped the sub off the stage into his mistress' care before coming back to me and releasing my leash and ankle cuffs. I continuously panted out needy little moans as she helped me to my feet. Jerking on my leash, she pulled me from the stage before turning to ask, "Are you alright?" I nodded, whimpering. I just needed to feel her, and I silently begged her to take me home. She could see some other dommes approaching so she nodded briefly and whispered, "Hang in there, we'll leave soon." I nodded and her eyes turned cold again as she turned to the other dommes.

  As Emma spoke with them, Ava came up to stand beside me. "Are you alright?" she asked. I nodded, appreciating her concern. She leaned in and whispered, "You're trembling, Rachel. Are you sure you are ok?" I turned to meet her gaze, letting her see the raw need I was feeling. She sucked in a sharp gasp, her eyes widening. "Damn, I take that as a yes." I nodded emphatically making her chuckle softly. "I have to say I'm a bit jealous that you're going home with her, and I don't enjoy the Sapphic pleasures."

  I groaned, rolling my eyes at her. She grinned, "I'll clear the way for you guys to leave, but you better call me tomorrow when you aren't gagged so I know you're really ok." I nodded, humming my approval. She gave me one last smile before turning to my mistress and saying, "Bonita might I have a private word?"

  Emma looked at her, glaring when she saw Ava standing so close to me. "Fine, excuse us please." She said to the other dommes. They scattered, recognizing the tension radiating between Emma and Ava and wanting to get to a safe distance. Once we were alone, Ava stepped away from me and walked towards the far side of the club, which just happened to be near the entrance. Her walk was stiff and seemed angry. My mistress shot me a questioning look and I shrugged. She turned to follow in Ava's wake. Once we reached the other side of the wall, Ava turned on Emma, her entire body radiating anger, but her voice was quiet enough that it didn't reach any ears but ours.

  "You need to take Rachel home, now. She looks like she's about to spontaneously combust."

  Emma's eyes widened and she turned immediately to look at me for confirmation. I met her gaze and let out a moan that was so raw and needy that it surprised even me. Her eyes flew ever wider, and for a second she could only gape down at me. Then she turned to Ava and said. "Thank you."

  "You're welcome. I told Rachel to call me tomorrow. I want to make sure she's ok when she's able to speak. So, here's my number." She said handing Emma a slip of paper.

  "Alright, I'll give it to her."

  "Great, now I'm going to give you guys a reason to stomp out of here without saying any good-byes. Just remember that I don't mean it, cause I really do prefer riding stick." Emma nodded, smirking at Ava. Ava raced her voice so it would carry across the crowded club. "Shit, Bonita. I don't think you can control her, so if you're not willing to share your little bitch, maybe you should just hand over the leash to someone who can!"

  "How dare you, Hunter! I have things perfectly under control. She belongs to me, and I will not tolerate anyone trying to poach my property!" Emma growled, making sure it was just loud enough to reach the nearest patrons, who turned in our direction falling silent to watch the drama unfold. I nearly snorted at Emma's nickname for Ava, but I just barely managed to retain my composure, forcing my shoulders to slump.

  "Like Hell you do! Just wait, she'll come crawling to me begging for a real domme!" Ava yelled.

  Emma advanced on Ava, pinning her to the wall. "You wouldn't know a real domme if you were tied up and kneeling to one, you bitch!"

  Ava let out a strange little gurgle as she tried to hold back the laughter that wanted to bubble out, and Emma spun around barking, "Come on, we're leaving," before tugging me out the door. I stumbled along behind her, keeping my head down because I couldn't hide the amusement in my eyes. I did manage to keep from actually laughing, at least until we were a block away and Emma pulled into a parking lot to finally remove my gag. And then we both burst out laughing.

  When our laughter subsided into sporadic giggles, Emma turned to me. "Are you alright, Rachel?"

  "If you don't get your hands on me soon, I may scream, but otherwise I'm fine, Mistress," I answered honestly.

  Her eyes immediately darkened with possessive desire, causing heat to shoot through me. "That can be arranged, my pet," she said huskily.

  I didn't know if she meant me screaming or having her hands on me, so I simply replied, "Yes, Mistress." She smirked and pulled back out into traffic.

  The second we were inside her house, Emma roughly pushed me against the door leading into her garage and shoved three fingers into my dripping core. I came instantly, flooding her hand with the release that had built up inside me over the long night. As soon as my inner walls relaxed enough for her to move her fingers, she began thrusting them inside me, causing a second orgasm to begin building immediately. Her hand slid down my back to rub lightly against the base of the plug. It pushed me back over the edge, and I screamed out my release.

  When I came back to myself, my legs were trembling so badly that Emma was fully supporting my weight. She was too impatient for me to regain enough control to walk on my own and she picked me up and carried my into the playroom. She carefully removed the plug, making me gasp as it left me empty. I was still desperate for her, and was thrilled that she apparently wasn't finished with me. She removed the stiff collar and handed me my usual collar as she moved over to her cabinet. I buckled my collar into place and she came back, dumping several things onto the bed. She ordered me to strip, and she used quick efficient movements to remove her own clothing.

  After we were both naked, she used the cuffs I was still wearing to tie me spread eagle to the bed. Then she looked down at me, possessive hunger blazing from her green eyes. "Who do you belong to?"

  "I belong to you, Mistress."

  She smiled. "And I belong to you. Do you know how turned on I was tonight, watching you helpless to do anything but watch me perform that scene?"

  "Yes, Mistress," I answered honestly.

  "Did it turn you on?"

  "You know it did, Mistress."

  She nodded, "Yes, and if I had more patience, I'd reenact it now, with you tied up under my hands." I moaned at the thought and Emma smirked. "But I don't have that kind of patience, so I will give you pleasure, while you pleasure me. Do you have
a problem with that?"

  "No, Mistress. Please let me pleasure you," I said, whimpering.

  "Oh you will, my pet. Come as many times as you want tonight. You have more than earned it." She said, moving down to the toys she had gathered.

  "Thank you, Mistress."

  She didn't respond as she lubed up the remote vibrator that she had used on my first morning in her house. She slipped it inside my core and I groaned, feeling it fill me. Then she buckled the harness over my hips, to keep it in place. "Does that feel good, Rachel?"

  "Yes, Mistress," I answered, feeling myself clench rhythmically around it in anticipation of it being turned on.

  "Good." She said climbing up to straddle my face. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, driving my own desire even higher as I realized just how wet she was. She slowly lowered herself onto my waiting mouth. I moaned at the first taste of her, drawing out a groan from her. I licked through her folds so I could circle my tongue around her clit. She let out a moan and turned on the vibrator. It instantly began moving inside me and I moaned into her center. I forced my attention away from the building pleasure in my core and focused on my mistress' pleasure. I was so focused on pleasing her that I didn't notice myself falling into my sub-trance.

  It wasn't until Emma crawled off me after her third orgasm that I realized I had no idea if I had even come while I was eating her out. I licked the taste of her off my lips and smiled placidly at her, feeling utterly satisfied, regardless of whether or not I had come. The vibrator's movements halted within me and my mistress removed the harness and phallus from me. "Thank you, Mistress," I said dreamily.

  Her eyes snapped up to look at me, widening when she saw the tranquility on my face. She reached up to lovingly caress my cheek. Pleasure filled her eyes as she overcame the surprise at seeing me in the trance. "I would like to try something while you're trancing. Is that ok, Rachel?" She asked, and I could hear the slight hesitation in her voice.

  "Do whatever you like, Mistress. I am yours," I said wanting to erase any concerns she felt.

  She smiled softly. "Alright, I'll be right back."

  "Ok," I said, relaxing against the soft mattress.

  She moved over to her cabinet and came back with a two-pronged dildo, lube and canvas straps. I studied it with mild curiosity. And she explained, "It's for double penetration. Is that ok?"

  "Yes, Mistress," I answered.

  "Good," She said as she untied my ankles. She directed me to bend my knees and placed a pillow under my hips. Then she connected the straps to my ankle cuffs and attached them to the headboard, leaving me completely open to her. Moisture pooled between my spread thighs, but I placidly waited for her touch. My mistress watched me while she lubed both ends of the dildo. As I patiently met her gaze, a realization came to me. We'd never continued playing after I fell into my trance. My mistress always stopped, and we made love, but nothing more than that. The realization brought new clarity to my mind. My mistress was about to claim the tranced version of me. The idea made me smile. My mistress noticed and asked, "What is it, love?"

  "You haven't claimed my trance as your own, Mistress," I said.

  She gave me a puzzled look, "What do you mean?"

  I struggled to find the right words to explain myself. It was difficult through the tranquility clouding my mind. "You always stop and make gentle love to me when I trance. But you're not tonight. You're claiming this last part of me as your pet, tonight."

  Understanding dawned in her eyes. "I hadn't realized. But you're right."

  I smiled, "You own all of me, I am yours."

  She smiled, "Yes, you are. Do you want me to claim this part of you, my pet?"

  "More than anything, Mistress," I answered immediately, not needing to think about it.

  "Good, now relax and let me in," she said, placing the dildo between my legs.

  "Yes, Mistress," I said, letting my head fall back on the pillow.

  The lubed tips pushed against both my holes and I moaned as they slowly slid into me. I moaned again, feeling myself completely filled from both sides. My mistress slowly began to slide in and out of me, gradually picking up speed. As I opened for her, accepting the double penetration, I slide deeper into the trance, which only heightened my arousal. In seconds, my muscles clamped around both parts of the dildo and I shuddered, coming harder than I ever had before. My mistress didn't falter, she continued to plunge into me and a second orgasm slammed into me before the first had completely died away. I screamed out, "Mistress Bonita, I'm yours." Which only made her thrust faster, and my voice broke as I yelled, "I belong to you, Bonita. I'm yours" and the third orgasm shot through me.

  Tears ran down my cheeks at the intensity of the orgasms and my mistress pulled the dildo from me. "Come for me again, my pet," my mistress demanded and my body obeyed before the words had processed in my mind. "Who do you belong to?

  "I belong to you, Bonita," I said, coming yet again, and spiraling ever deeper into the trance. My mistress released my bonds, roughly flipping my body over before reattaching my wrists to the headboard. She pulled my hips up and slammed the double-ended dildo back into me. I came again, submitting to her harsh treatment of my body.

  "Say is again, my pet." She said, continuing to thrust into me.

  "I belong to you, Bonita!" I screamed out as another release washed through me.

  "Come again, now!" She demanded and I did.

  In seconds, I was so deep in my trance that I was aware of nothing except my mistress' orders and her touch. My body responded to her automatically and I felt nothing but blissful ecstasy. Long into the wee hours of the morning, my mistress brought my body to release with wonderful torments, while my mind floated in the trance. I have no idea what other toys she used on me, I only have a vague recollection of her moving between the cabinet and the bed repeatedly.

  It was afternoon when we woke and I was still deep in my trance. I curled into her side, uninterested in anything but the safety of my mistress' arms. She gently caressed my skin.

  "Good morning, Rachel."

  "Good morning, Mistress Bonita." I said languidly.

  "How do you feel this morning?" She asked softly, and I could hear concern in her voice.

  I shifted to look up at her. "I feel amazing, Mistress." I said, not noticing the protesting ache coming from my body.

  She looked down at me in wonder. "Are you still in your trance?" I nodded, not feeling the need to form words. "Oh my God," she said stunned.

  I smiled. "You claimed me, Mistress."

  "I know, but I've never heard of anyone staying this deep even after sleeping."

  I shrugged, "But I'm yours, Mistress." In the back of my mind a small voice whispered that this wasn't normal, but I was too happy to pay any attention to it. Instead, I asked, "May I make you breakfast, Mistress?" I knew that she would probably be hungry, so I should take care of her. She studied me, her eyes more worried than I liked. But I didn't know what I could do to erase that worry, so I waited for her answer.

  Eventually she said, "That would be wonderful. Thank you, my pet."

  I grinned and rolled over to jump out of bed. As I did so two things happened at the same time. First, I realized that we were in her bedroom and I had no idea how or when we had moved. And second, the aches from a long night of being fucked in every way possible made themselves known with a vengeance. I gasped, immediately falling out of my trance as my legs gave out and I fell to my knees on the floor.

  Emma was at my side in an instant. "Rachel, are you alright?"

  I quickly took stock and nodded. "Yeah, I'm ok. Just really sore. What the hell did we do last night?" I asked, trying to make sense of my hazy memories.

  She studied me. "You don't remember?"

  "Not much. Everything is kind of blurry. All I remember clearly is the feeling of your hands on me and ecstasy," I said honestly.

  She bit her lip nervously before saying, "You went really deeply into your trance. Do you remember telling
me that I hadn't claimed that part of you?"

  "Yeah, I remember that part and the first few orgasms after it, but things got hazy after you flipped me over." I said.

  "Ok. How do you feel about that?" She asked, her voice sounding a little desperate.

  I met her worried green eyes and smiled. "I'm good, Em. But I don't think I'll have a problem falling into the trance ever again. It's weird but I can feel it. It's completely tied up in the thought of submitting to you now."

  "Seriously?"

  I chuckled, "Yeah, try me."

  She gave me a reluctant look. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

  I briefly thought about asking her, but then realized that the best way to get her to make me submit was by pushing her buttons. So, I smirked, "Maybe Ava was right last night after all."

  Emma's eyes instantly narrowed. "I know what you're doing, Rachel. It's not going to work."

  I ignored her annoyance and pushed myself to me feet, biting back the groan that tried to escape. I looked down at her, smirking for a moment before turning to leave the room. I lightly called over my shoulder, "I'm just going to find her number and give her a call."

  Because my back was to her, I didn't see her rise and race across the room. She flipped me around and slammed my back against the closed bedroom door. My mistress snarled, "You belong to me. You will not call another domme without my permission while you wear my collar." She glared down at me, the possessive heat in her eyes making my knees weak. I forced the smirk back onto my face as I met her gaze defiantly.

  "Make me, Emma." I said, daring her to push back.

  She took the bait, closing her mouth over my collarbone, biting into the tender flesh as she shoved two fingers inside me. I shuddered under her, immediately submitting to her touch and the trance slid back over me. I moaned and she eased the pressure of her teeth, licking the spot to sooth it before sucking hard against my collarbone. My knees gave out, further impaling me on her fingers. She shifted to allow her long digits to begin roughly plunging into me. Heat raced through me and I shuddered out my release saying, "I belong to you, Mistress. I'm yours, Bonita. I'm yours."