by Ellie Norton
I stiffened, but relaxed again immediately when Emma said, "That won't be necessary." Then she pulled me away deeper into the store.
I have no idea what Emma bought for either of us and my curiosity was getting the best of me, but Emma just requested everything be delivered to her house before the party and my hopes of sneaking a look vanished. Before we left the store, my mistress removed the blindfold and gag. I blinked against the sudden light.
"Are you alright, love?" she asked, watching me carefully.
"Yes, Mistress," I said immediately, still feeling slightly disoriented.
"Good, come along," she said smiling at me as she led me back out to her car. As we drove to our next destination, Emma asked, "Do you feel that your punishment is fitting?"
"Yes, mistress," I admitted grudgingly.
"Good," she said laughing. "Because we have another stop or two to make.
"Yes, Mistress," I said again, resigned to the knowledge that I would be blindfolded and gagged again.
Once again as soon as we stepped into the store, I was allowed a brief look around at the various bondage gear before Emma slipped the blindfold and gag back into place. This time as I was led around, no one approached us. I could feel various sets of eyes following our progress, but we were left alone. My mistress stopped several times murmuring quietly to me about the various objects she was considering.
At one point she paused and said, "Hmmm, it's too bad I have other plans for you, my pet. This hood would do wonders for your obedience." I shuddered, trying to imagine what she was looking at. My mistress noticed and chuckled, "perhaps we will save that for another time. I think you might enjoy having all your senses but touch removed." As she said this, she ran one of her nails down the exposed skin of my chest drawing a shiver from me in response. She only laughed again and we moved away from the display.
Eventually, Emma had made her selections and took me to the counter to pay. "My pet is not allowed to see what I have purchased for her. Will you please carefully wrap this so she won't see once I remove her blindfold?" she asked the sales clerk.
"Of course madam," replied a smooth male voice.
"Thank you," Emma said politely.
As Emma paid, I felt someone move up next to me and whisper in my ear, "It seems you've finally learned your place, slave."
I gasped, recognizing the tone from that butch domme I had hit. I stepped closer to my mistress, immediately terrified of this other woman. I couldn't see her, nor speak to her and I was afraid she would touch me again. Luckily, Emma came to my rescue as she wrapped a protective arm around me and turned to the other woman. "She is mine. If you don't want your nose broken again, I suggest you back off," she said and I could hear the fury in her voice. I whimpered and pressed myself more closely to my mistress.
The other domme's voice was insulting as she said, "I was only commenting that your slave finally knew her place. Though it seems you can only control her when she is unable to see or speak."
Emma snarled, "My pet obeys. She is of no concern of yours."
The butch snorted, "Yes, I can see how you make her obey. A true domme knows that submission is deepest without the restraints."
I could feel the furious tension rising in my mistress. I didn't know what I could do to ease the situation, so I pressed harder into her, moaning lightly when her arm flexed more tightly around me. I think it was the moan that did it, but I couldn't be sure as Emma relaxed. She turned back to the other domme and I could hear the smirk in her voice as she said, "Yes, that's true, but sometimes I like to indulge my pet with more conventional methods. Isn't that right, slave?" I immediately nodded my agreement.
The clerk interrupted any further response when he said, "Here you are Mistress Bonita. I hope you have a nice day."
"Thank you," Emma responded, taking the bag. Then with a tug on my leash, she pulled me towards the front door. As I passed the other domme, she reached out and grabbed my ass. I stopped and turned, letting out a furious growl. Emma immediately stopped and turned. "What did you just do?" she asked the other domme.
"I did nothing," the woman responded with a smirk.
Immediately, I felt my mistress' fingers at the buckle of the gag. Once it was removed, she asked, "What happened, my pet?"
I was still blindfolded and desperately wanted to rip it off to glare at the other woman, but I refrained. Instead I said, "She grabbed my ass, Mistress."
Emma's voice was cold as she said, "I see." She turned to the other butch and in an equally chilly voice said, "If you are not careful, I will see to it that you are banned from every store, club and event in this state. Do not lay your hands on my property again."
The butch scoffed, "You can't do that."
"Try me," Emma challenged and I had to fight back a grin.
"I don't believe you," the other domme insisted.
"Fine, just ask around about Mistress Bonita. If you still don't believe me, you are welcome to try to steal my property again. We will be at Club Sanction on the 12th of next month." I stiffened and my mistress turned me to face her, removing the blindfold and gazing down into my eyes. "Do you have a problem with that my pet?"
I studied her carefully, but all I saw was honest trust. I shook my head and kneeled, "No mistress, I serve at your pleasure."
Emma looked startled for a moment before she turned back to the butch. "Does that suit you?"
I could feel the other woman's eyes on me as she considered. Finally, she said, "That's fine. But when I have her on my leash, she will learn the definition of true submission."
Emma laughed loudly, her voice full of honest delight. "I will enjoy watching this; I do hope that you try." I lowered my face, to hide my grin into the floor. I was just as amused as Emma, and part of me hoped that we would see the butch again. I could only imagine what my mistress had in mind. "Come along, my pet," she said lightly jerking on my leash as she led me from the store.
Once we were safely back in the car, Emma turned to me with worried eyes. "Are you mad?"
I finally let loose with a laugh. "No, Mistress. Not mad at all. I kinda hope she tries," I answered honestly.
Emma relaxed and smiled, "Me too. I'm already scheduled to do a scene that night, and it would be a wonderful change to turn it into a dominance battle. Would you be alright with that, Rachel?"
I nodded, heat flooding me at the thought. "Of course. I am yours, Mistress. I trust you to protect me, and she may not realize it yet, but nothing she can do could ever take me from you."
"I know, love," Emma said with a soft smile.
I grinned, "I think it would be a perfect way to end the scene if you were to make me trance, when she won't even be able to make me kneel."
Emma laughed, "I would love that. It should be just enough to teach her a lesson. God, I hope she is stupid enough to let it happen."
"Me too, Mistress. Me too," I said.
Chapter 18
The next couple of weeks seemed to fly by. I was so busy between working with the artists, making mixes for the club and packing, that Emma and I barely had any time to play. We often fell into bed in utter exhaustion at the end of the day. I certainly didn't have any time to get nervous over the quickly approaching Campman party and my debut. I didn't have any more problems with any of the artist I was working with and I even managed to avoid Kerri most days. But when she got too pushy, I told her I was buying a house with my girlfriend and that she needed to back off. Eventually she got the hint and left me alone.
The Campman's party was on a Saturday night and I woke late in the afternoon. I opened my eyes to find Emma sitting up in my bed reading, absently trailing her fingers through my hair. I smiled, wrapping my arms around her legs and pillowing my head in her lap. She chuckled and said, "Good morning, sleepy head."
I rubbed my cheek against her thigh and mumbled, "Morning, Em. What time is it?"
She continued to play with my hair as she set her book aside. "It's after 3, honey."
I sat up, feeling slightly ashamed and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't have to let me sleep so late."
"It's alright, love. You needed the sleep. Besides, I was only going to let you sleep for another 20 minutes or so before I woke you," she said soothingly.
I yawned, "You're probably right. I'm exhausted."
"I know. That's why I've scheduled you a spa appointment. I figured you could use a little pampering before tonight." She smiled down at me.
"Right," I said, feeling nerves begin to dance through me.
"It'll be alright, Rachel. I'll take care of you," she said softly.
I smiled up at her. "I know, I'm just a little nervous."
"I know, go jump in the shower, I'll make you some breakfast before we head to your appointment," she said, pushing me gently off her.
I sighed, grumbling good naturedly," Alright, alright. I'm going." She laughed and moved over to my fridge. I smiled after her for a moment before turning to the bathroom to obey her gentle command.
Once we arrived at the spa, I was informed that I'd been scheduled for a bikini wax and I came very close to hating Emma. I'd never had one done, as I preferred to take care of my own maintenance, but she gave me her best domme look and I faltered. I knew that tonight was important to her, and while I still had no idea what I was going to be wearing, I knew that she had her reasons and I wanted her to be proud of me. While the waxing was incredibly embarrassing, I also found myself turned on by the experience and decided I might just have to continue getting waxed in the future. The woman hadn't left me completely bare, for which I was grateful, as I didn't enjoy feeling like a pre-pubescent girl. However, I was left with only a thin landing strip of hair and I couldn't decide if I preferred it to my usual bikini line shave. I didn't dwell on it, as Emma had also scheduled an hour long massage.
When I was done, I felt much more relaxed and I thanked Emma profusely. She grinned and said that I deserved it after all the hard work I had done over the previous weeks. When went back to her house after the spa and she ordered me to strip so she could inspect the waxer's work. She knelt in front of me and ran her tongue along the bare skin between my legs, I moaned, shifting to allow her greater access to me and I noticed the moment when she realized how wet I already was. Her eyes flew up to meet mine and I smiled.
She sat back and asked, "Did it turn you on to be waxed?"
I blushed. "Yeah," I admitted.
She grinned, "Are you going to continue to visit her?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Good," was all she said before returning to her ministrations. I groaned as she slid her tongue through my damp folds. She began licking and sucking my clit and I bucked against her, feeling an orgasm rapidly build. Emma noticed and held onto my thighs to help support me as she worked me towards release. I cried out and came in her mouth. She sat back and grinned at me.
"Thank you, Mistress," I gasped out when I had enough breath to speak.
She smirked, "You're welcome; now go make us dinner while I shower."
"Yes, Mistress," I said and hurried to obey. I wasn't sure what to expect from tonight, as Emma had been thin on details, wanting to surprise me; so, I made a salad with grilled chicken. I didn't want to eat anything too heavy before the party.
As I was setting the table, Emma came in and smiled, "This looks great, Rachel. Thank you."
I smiled back at her and said, "You're welcome. I thought something light would be good before tonight."
"You're probably right," she said with a grin.
We sat down to begin eating and I asked, "So what do I need to know about tonight?"
Emma watched me as she took another bite. Once she swallowed she said, "It won't really be that different from when we've gone to the club. Everyone who will be there has an invitation, and is only permitted to attend with a submissive. The Campmans own a mansion in the hills and will have assembled a stage in one of the rooms for the scenes. We will be performing the final scene of the night, so you will have to be patient. Once we get on the stage, you will obey every order and trust that I will take care of you. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered immediately.
Emma smiled, "Good. Now, I know you may be embarrassed by your wardrobe tonight, but I have my reasons for why I've picked it and you will just have to trust me. You have an incredible body, Rachel, and I wish to show it off."
I immediately began blushing and I nodded, "Yes, Mistress."
We continued to eat for a moment before she added, "If you misbehave tonight, I will be incredibly embarrassed and your punishment will be immediate and severe. You will not like what I do to you."
"Yes, Mistress. I won't embarrass you," I said immediately.
"Good," she said simply.
Once we were done eating and I had cleaned up the kitchen, I followed Emma into her bedroom and watched as she got dressed. I immediately started grinning. She had chosen a pair of black leather pants and matching leather vest. It was similar to the outfit I had worn the night of Darrin’s party, but the vest had a slightly different cut that worked better with her body. She noticed my smile and grinned back at me. Then she had me sit at her vanity while she did my hair, pulling it back from my face, but leaving most of it hanging free. Then she did my makeup, highlighting my eyes with black eye liner and leaving the rest of my face bare, except for my lips, which she darkened with an almost purple color of red lipstick. I had to admit that she had done another amazing job on my makeup and I couldn't wait to see what she had picked for me to wear. But she made me wait while she lightly curled her own hair, letting it fall in soft graceful curls down her back. Then she started her makeup, making her eyes look a little sleepy, in the way they did just after an intense orgasm. The sight made me grow wet in response.
I must have made some noise because she turned to smirk at me. "Do you like what you see, my pet?" she asked on a purr.
I shivered and nodded. "Yes, Mistress," I said, my voice coming out breathy and needy.
She grinned, "Good, now come and kneel in front of me."
"Yes, Mistress," I said again, eagerly as I moved to obey.
Once I was kneeling in front of her she unbuckled my collar. "I've got a new one for you to wear tonight, love."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said automatically.
She smiled, "You're welcome." She reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin rounded metal collar with a ring attached to one side. "I will have to put this one on you, as it has a different sort of clasp. Is that alright?"
I nodded, "Yes, Mistress." I leaned forward to give her my neck.
She paused and I frowned up at her. "Rachel, in the past, you have always made the choice to place yourself at my mercy by putting on the collar yourself. This is different because you won't have that choice. This becomes my choice to claim you and to release you. Do you understand?" she asked, and I could hear the hesitance in her voice.
I immediately nodded, "Yes, Mistress."
She studied me for another moment before asking, "Do you consent to my ownership, knowing that you will not be able to remove this collar? It takes a special tool to unlock it, so no matter what happens, you will be mine until I release you."
"Yes, Mistress. I belong to you. I am yours to do with as you please," I said formally, knowing she needed to see that I had no doubts.
She carefully closed the collar around my neck. I shivered from the cold metal lying against my skin, but it quickly warmed. My mistress smirked and said, "I'm so glad you said that, my pet."
"Why, Mistress?" I asked.
She continued to smirk as she got up and led me into the playroom. She gestured to the bed as she said, "Because it will please me greatly to see you in this."
I froze gaping as I struggled to understand what I was looking at. On the bed was what I could only describe as a leather harness. There were no other clothes, just thin strips of leather connected by O-rings in the vague shape of a one piece swim sui
t. Eventually, I managed to choke out, "Mistress—?" But I left the question to hang in the air.
Emma's smirk deepened. "Yes, my pet?"
I swallowed hard, staring at her, wondering how she could do this to me. As I stared, her eyes turned hard and I felt her dominant will press down on me. I lowered my eyes and in a small quiet voice, I said, "I belong to you, Mistress Bonita." As the words fell from my mouth, the truth of them settled into my mind and I relaxed, submitting to her will.
My mistress stepped to me and tilted my chin up so she could see my eyes. She studied me for a moment, and seeing my submission, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Rachel."
I smiled and said, "I'm yours, Mistress. I only want to please you."
"You do please me, love. More than I could have ever hoped for."
My smile deepened and I asked, "How do I put it on?"
She laughed and helped me into the harness. It left nothing to the imagination as the straps fell around my breasts and only ran between my legs enough to hold the harness in place, but did not cover my bare center. I found myself blushing as I realized why she had wanted me to be waxed. Once I was dressed, if you can call it that, Emma helped me step into a pair of black leather stilettoes before showing me the finishing touches to my "wardrobe".
She held out a pair of wrist cuffs that matched the collar. "These are like the collar and require a special tool to open."
I didn't reply, just held out my wrists for her to put them on. I studied them and saw that they were rounded and smooth, so unless I was pulled against them for a long time, they wouldn't even leave a bruise if she were to restrain me with them. Heat radiated through me at the thought. Emma then helped me into a long leather overcoat to cover my near nudity and we climbed into her car.
On the drive over to the party, I felt my nerves coming back. Emma calmed me with a hand on my thigh and I smiled gratefully at her. "It's ok, love. I'll take care of you tonight. I promise," she said soothingly as she drove.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said softly.
We pulled up in front of the huge house and I saw valets hurry out to meet us. One opened my door and offered a hand to help me from the car. I took it, but waited for my mistress to come collect me before moving away from the vehicle. She clipped a black leather leash to my collar and turned to the valet that had helped me from the car. "Please see that my bag is brought to the stage. I will need it later," she said in a voice full of the certainty that she would be obeyed.
