by Ellie Norton
Emma smirked, "Good."
I just laughed, and pulled her into the bedroom. Emma's laughter joined mine and we collapsed into bed. We spent the next several hours making love to celebrate our first night in our new home.
Chapter 22
The next week passed in a blur. While I went to work, Emma focused on the guest house. My nipples ached constantly from the new piercings, which was extremely distracting at work, but ultimately I didn't mind as it just served to make me constantly aroused. A state that Emma thoroughly enjoyed when I got home in the evenings. Just the sight of the new metal decorating my skin brought out her possessive hunger and I had to be careful not to undress in front of her before we got a couple of hours of unpacking and organizing done. Gradually, the house came together and began to feel more lived in.
Friday night, I grudgingly got ready for my shift at Tusk. I knew that Emma had finished with whatever she was doing to the guest house that afternoon, at least enough that she would let me see. But when I got home from work, my collar wasn't waiting for me. I couldn't suppress the disappointed sigh. I had hoped she would let me spend a few hours in there before my shift tonight. I slowly made my way to the bedroom, hoping to find Emma and convince her to change her plans. She had just gotten out of the shower when I came in.
I immediately crossed to her and pulled her in for a long needy kiss. She responded immediately, letting the towel she had been wrapped in fall to the floor as she pressed her slightly damp body into me. I moaned into the kiss and pulled back.
"Please, Em…" I whined.
She immediately knew what I was begging for and her eyes turned cold. She stepped away from me and moved over to the closet. "No, Rachel. Now is not the time," she stated flatly.
I slumped, feeling the anticipation that had been building all day flood out of me. I sank onto the bed and let out another sigh. "Fine," I bit out.
I heard an annoyed sigh fall from Emma's lips as she continued dressing behind me. I refused to look at her, even when I could feel her eyes watching me. "Grow up and stop pouting, Rachel. You have to work tonight," she snapped and I could hear her annoyance with me in her voice.
I didn't bother to answer her. I knew I was being petulant, but I couldn't help it. After another minute of her watching me she let out an angry huff and stormed out of the room. Eventually, I resigned myself to my frustration and went to take a shower before my shift at the club.
Once I had changed, I reluctantly went to look for Emma. I couldn't find her in the house, but she had left a note for me in the kitchen next to the dinner she had made for me. I hesitated a moment before picking up the note and reading it.
Rachel,
I know you're disappointed. You've been very patient with me, but you have to work tonight, and I don't want anything to interfere with our time together in my new dungeon. Eat your dinner. I will see you when you get home tonight. I love you.
Emma
Instantly, I felt guilty. I knew how easily we lost track of time when we were playing. I sighed and picked up my dinner, eating quickly before putting the plate in the dishwasher and grabbing my keys. When I got to the garage, I noticed that Emma's car was still there. I stopped and looked back at the guesthouse, wishing that I could go to her and apologize, but I knew that I couldn't. I climbed into my car and pulled out my phone to text her.
"I'm sorry, Em. I love you," was all it said. I didn't wait for a response before putting the car in gear and driving to work.
When I pulled into the club, I saw that Emma had responded with a simple, "I love you, too." I took a deep breath and let go of my guilt, frustration and disappointment and went in to work.
The house was almost completely dark by the time I got home that night. The club had been packed and I was exhausted. With a tired grunt, I grabbed my computer back and headed into the house. Emma had left on a single light in the entryway for me. I let my bag fall to the floor and glanced over at the table. It was still empty. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed, but I didn't let myself dwell on it as I wearily made my way through the quiet house. Opening the bedroom door, I saw that Emma was already asleep. A wash of the guilt from my earlier behavior washed over me and I trudged into the bathroom to clean my new piercings, which had been stinging for hours due to the sweat that coated my skin in the hot club. I peeled off my shirt and realized just how badly I had been sweating. Deciding to take a quick shower, I turned on the water and quickly undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor. I was too tired to care where they landed.
Fifteen minutes later, I had finished my usual nightly routine, and I crawled into bed. I hesitated, wanting to wake Emma to apologize and let her pull me into her arms. But she looked so peaceful and I didn't want to disturb that, so I just let my head fall onto the pillow, curling onto my side facing away from her. Immediately, sleep began to steal over me. Just as I drifted off, the feeling of a warm arm wrapping around my waist brought me back to consciousness. Emma pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and I rolled over to meet her lips.
When we broke apart, I softly said, "I'm so sorry, Em. I shouldn't ha—".
"Shh, Rachel. It's alright. I understand. Just go to sleep, love," she replied, pulling me into her. I melted against her with a soft, contented sigh, the last of the day's tension finally draining away.
The next morning, I was woken by the weight of soft leather landing on my bare chest. My eyes flew open, quickly taking in the sight of my usual collar lying on my sternum before looking up into the possessive, hungry eyes of my mistress. My breath immediately caught, as arousal raced through me. I licked my lips and sat up to quickly buckle the collar around my neck. I closed my eyes as the familiar wash of sensations washed over me. When I opened them again, Emma smirked down at me.
"Get up, you have half an hour to eat breakfast, clean your rings, and do anything else you need to. Meet me next to the pool in nothing but a robe when you are done," she ordered before walking out the door.
"Yes, Mistress," I called after her.
It only took me 25 minutes to get ready for my mistress, and most of that time was spent forcing myself to chew my cereal to prevent choking on it. When I stepped outside, I saw that I was alone, so I made my way across the patio to the pool and knelt to wait for her. The morning air was still slightly chilly and I was grateful for the robe. It wouldn't have otherwise been necessary because our tall privacy fence would prevent anyone from seeing me.
Exactly five minutes later, I heard the door to the guesthouse close, but I didn't look up to meet Emma's eyes. I could feel my anticipation building as she made her way to me. "Stand up, my pet. It's time," she purred. Her sultry voice sent a shiver running down my spine and I obediently stood, finally looking up at my mistress. She had changed into a pair of black leather pants, matching corset and long black leather gloves. My breath hitched at the sight. Predatory grace seemed to seep from every pour, and heat began to settle between my thighs. Emma let me look my fill before she allowed her dominance to shine through her eyes, and I quickly looked down in submissive response. "Good girl," she said as she moved behind me.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said, not quite certain if I was thanking her for letting me look, or for dominating me with a look.
"You're welcome, Rachel," she replied and I smiled in response to the pleasure I heard in her voice. She didn't say anything else as she tied a blindfold over my eyes. I accepted the blindfold, knowing she would allow me to see when she was ready. I felt her move back around to face me and heard the soft click of a leash being attached to my collar. With a gentle tug on the leash, Emma led me across the yard to the guesthouse. Once inside, Emma took me upstairs and into what I assumed was one of the two bedrooms. She closed the door behind us and unclipped the leash, setting it to the side.
"We are trying something new today, my pet. I have rigged a suspension harness in here and I would like to put you in it. Does that bother you?" my mistress asked.
"No, Mistress," I ans
wered immediately, my pulse racing as my anticipation grew.
"Good," she said, pulling off my robe before beginning to buckle the harness around me. Emma left the blindfold in place, much to my disappointment. When I was secure enough for her, she shifted me slightly, and attached something to the back of the harness. "This is on a winch, it has been tested and deemed safe for someone three times your size, so you are completely safe, my love," she explained.
"Yes, Mistress. I trust you," I said in response.
"Good, now just relax. I'm going to lift the harness, let it take your weight," she said and I felt the harness start to lift me. Emma placed a gentle hand on my exposed side and helped guide me as the straps took my weight. Once I was fully suspended, I was laying face down in the harness and Emma asked, "Are you alright, Rachel?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, thrilled by the new experience.
Emma chuckled, "Good, I'll be right back." She moved away from my side, but by the sound of her movements, she didn't go far. After a minute, I felt more than heard her move back to my side. Without warning, I felt a soft fur glove start lightly trailing over my exposed body. Goosebumps trailing in the glove's wake as my skin woke to the contact. My mistress took her time, touching every available inch of me. None of the touch was overtly sexual, but I still felt my desire grow.
Eventually, Emma stopped and stepped back from me. My skin continued to prickle from the previous contact, but no further touch immediately came and I whimpered wanting more of her. My mistress stayed silent watching me. As I began to feel a little desperate for contact, I felt the soft caress of a feather on my cheek. I gasped as it lightly trailed across my face. The feather moved down my throat and my skin tingled everywhere the feather touched. Emma continued to lightly stroke my body with the feather, following a different path from what she had used with the fur glove. As the light touches continued to torture me, my breath grew short and desire pooled in my center.
After the feather, my mistress switched to the warm leather of her gloves. Her hands running along my skin and heat followed it. As I panted with need for my mistress, I felt like my body might burst into flames from the heat her touch brought. Throughout it all, Emma stayed silent. Just as I was about to start begging her for release, my mistress let her hands fall away from me. A second later, I felt a thick dildo being shoved inside me. I moaned at the unexpected intrusion, but made myself relax and open to it. Once it was firmly lodged in my core, Emma ran a gentle hand down my back in appreciation and stepped away from me again.
I groaned, but knew better than to protest. As the seconds turned into minutes, my inner walls convulsively clenched around the phallus, trying to find the friction I was so desperate for. Without any warning a sharp slap landed against my side, causing me to jerk in my bonds. It took a second blow to my thigh before I recognized the touch of a crop on my sensitized skin. I moaned and relaxed, submitting to the pain as more blows began to rain down over me. They were carefully placed and never fell near my new piercings. Moisture flooded my center as I continued to clench around the dildo. It served to drive my arousal higher, but brought me no release. I lost track of the number of times the crop fell on my skin as the minutes passed. I just grew more and more desperate for the elusive orgasm. It wasn't until a frustrated sob escaped my lips when Emma stopped and let the crop hit the floor.
"Who do you belong to?" my mistress asked.
"You, I belong to you, Mistress Bonita," I sobbed out.
"Come now, my pet," she responded in a voice that allowed for nothing but complete obedience.
Immediately, I crashed over the edge and shuddered out my release. I hadn't even realized that she had moved when I felt a hand steady the harness at my back. I didn't have time to puzzle this out as I felt the dildo begin to thrust in and out of my throbbing core. I whimpered and Emma picked up the pace of her thrusts. In seconds, I was back on the precipice, a single thrust away from another mind-blowing orgasm.
"Come, pet," she barked, shoving the phallus as deep into my core as she could. I screamed as I fell back over the precipice. She didn't stop her thrusts and I came again, even harder than before. "Good girl," Emma said, gently pulling the dildo from me. She moved up closer to my face and gently stroked my cheek until I came back to myself.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said hoarsely, my throat dry from panting.
My mistress chuckled, "You're welcome, love. I'm going to lower you. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered.
Slowly, I was lowered, and Emma helped me find my feet again. She let me lean into her until I was steady enough to stand on my own. Only then did she remove the harness. "You did really well, my pet. I'm proud of you."
I opened my mouth to thank her again, but she just placed a finger to my lips to quiet me. I obediently nodded and her finger traced my lips before her hand cupped my cheek and she leaned in to claim my lips. The kiss was hungry and I immediately melted into it, opening to my mistress' thrusting tongue. Eventually, Emma pulled back, breathing heavily. Her hands moved to the back of my head and she untied the blindfold, letting it fall away from my eyes. I blinked up into her lust darkened green eyes, forgetting my curiosity about the room we were in as I got lost in her gaze. An eyebrow lifted in amusement.
"What, Mistress?" I asked, confused by her mirth.
Emma smirked and said, "You may look now, my pet."
I'm ashamed to admit it took me another minute to understand what I was allowed to look at. With a blush heating my cheeks, I finally looked away from my mistress and took in the room around us. Most of the furniture in this room was familiar as it had come from her playroom at her old house. I quickly took in the dark burgundy walls, dotted with rings before focusing on the new furniture. In addition to the harness and winch, there was a cage hanging in one of the far corners and a padded table complete with restraints in the other.
"Do you like it, my love?" Emma asked softly in my ear.
"Yes, Mistress," I breathed feeling fresh arousal flood my system as I began imagining all the possibilities.
"Good, because I intend to spend the entire day breaking in the new furniture," she purred. I shuddered in anticipation. My mistress chuckled, pulling me roughly back into her so she could bite down on my pulse point. I gasped as heat raced down my spine. She released me quickly, pushing me towards the table. "You're mine, Rachel. And I'm going to enjoy this."
"Yes, Mistress. I'm yours," I replied as I hurried towards the corner of the room.
Epilogue
As I pulled on my leather pants and vest, I thought back to the last time I got ready for Darrin’s party and couldn't help but grin at how much my life had changed in the last year. That night, I had been filled with such nervous anticipation that I could barely close the buttons on my vest. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, or what would come from that night. At the time I knew that my performance could make or break my career, but I had no idea that a year later I would be one of the most sought after music producers with Atlantic Records. Brian's album had gone platinum, and several of the other artists I worked with had number one hits. That wasn't even mentioning the personal changed that had occurred in the last year.
I glanced over at Emma, where she was getting dressed and marveled at how lucky I was that I had agreed to go home with her that night a year ago. Not only was she an amazing girlfriend, whom I loved living with and sharing my life with. But she had also claimed the part of me that I had kept buried in the back of my subconscious, and brought it to light. Over the past year, I had learned more about myself than I had in all of the previous 25 years of my life. I thrived under my mistress' hand and had earned the respect and admiration of the strongest dommes in the state. Even Emma's career had flourished in the year we had been together and she was more in demand than ever, being asked to perform at the most exclusive events on the West Coast.
My thoughts were interrupted when green eyes rose to meet mine. They flashed with her possessive de
sire and she quickly crossed the room to me. I smiled up at her and she hooked a finger into my collar to yank me into her. I immediately molded my body against hers, looking to the side to expose my neck to her in submission. Her teeth immediately closed over the delicate skin and I whimpered. "What were you thinking about, my pet?" she asked huskily in my ear.
I shivered even as desire clawed through my gut. "I was thinking about you, Mistress. And about everything that's happened over the past year."
"It's been a good year, my love. You've given me everything I've ever wanted," she said in satisfaction.
"Me too, Mistress. You've even given me the things I didn't even know I wanted," I answered honestly.
"I know," she said with a chuckle. She released my collar and wrapped her arms around my waist, just holding me gently against her. I melted into her arms, loving the tenderness her offered. Eventually, she chastely kissed my lips and pulled back. "Come on, we need to finish getting ready. We don't want to be late."
I sighed, "Yes, Mistress." I turned to do my makeup and Emma teasingly slapped my ass. I grinned back at her as I moved into the bathroom. We had both decided to wear the same outfits as we had the previous year. I had once again been asked to DJ the party and Emma was hired for a scene. So, we decided to recreate the night that brought us together, with a few exceptions. I was wearing Emma's collar and would perform with her.
When we arrived at Darrin’s house, Emma helped me lug my equipment into the ballroom and set up. Once we were finished, my mistress pulled me in for a searing kiss. I got lost in her and didn't notice what her clever fingers were doing. It wasn't until she pulled back that I felt the cool air against my chest. I gaped down at myself seeing my vest unbuttoned.
"Mistress?" I asked.
She grinned at me. "Since I can't have you at my side tonight, I want to be able to see these," she said, gently hooking her fingers into my nipple rings and pulling.
