Mistress Bonita

by Ellie Norton

  I had to force several deep, shuddering breaths into my lungs before I had enough air to answer her. "I…belong…to…you…Mistress" I finally managed to pant out as I shuddered through another orgasm. I slumped as much as my bonds would allow as the last tremor faded.

  Emma quickly detached the chain on my collar and released my wrists and ankles. I curled into her arms and let her hold me. She held me, running gentle hands through my hair and down my back. After a while, she tipped my chin up to allow her to claim my lips in a gentle kiss. I smiled up at her when the kiss ended. She returned the smile as she asked, "How do you feel?"

  "Happy," I answered without thinking.

  She chuckled. "Are you tired?"

  I thought about it. "Yes, Mistress, but I'm not sleepy," I answered honestly.

  "Do you want to stop for the evening? We could listen to some music, or watch a movie." She offered.

  I wrinkled my nose, "No, thank you. I don't like movies. They're too predictable."

  She laughed, "Still?"

  "Yeah, Hollywood keeps retelling the same stories over and over."

  Her laughter turned to chuckles as she said, "Well, at least I know a good way to torture you in the future."

  I groaned, letting my head fall back to land on the bed. "That's just mean."

  She smirked, "I know."

  I sighed and in an effort to distract Emma from whatever hellish Hollywood torture she was planning, I sat up and in my most innocent and pleading voice, I asked, "Mistress, may I please touch you?"

  The voice worked as my mistress' eyes immediately focused on mine and her breath caught. "Yes, my pet, you may," she said after a moment.

  "Thank you, Mistress," I purred as I slowly ran my hands up her torso to gently massage her breasts. She sighed and arched into the touch. I tenderly teased her nipples with my thumbs as I asked, "May I kiss you?"

  "Yes," she breathed.

  I lowered my lips to place delicate kisses along her jawline, gradually working my way down to replace first one thumb and then the other with my tongue. She gasped and I lowered her until her back rested against the bed. I took my time slowly worshipping her body as I gradually heightened her arousal. I carefully avoided her center as I teased her, wanting to see how far she'd let me go before forcing me to submit. I knew that she was enjoying my reverent touch because she held off longer than I expected before gripping my wrist and forcing my fingers into her slick core. She moaned at the contact and rocked her hips into my touch. I followed the rhythm she set and drove her towards the edge. When she stiffened under me, I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I belong to you, Mistress Bonita." Her eyes flew open to meet mine as she fell over the edge and let the orgasm take her.

  The instant I pulled my fingers from her, Emma had me pinned against the bed, with one hand plunging inside me while the other pulled me in for a fierce, needy kiss. I instantly relaxed, submitting to her touch. It seemed to startle her enough for her to pull back from the kiss to look down at me, as her fingers gentled their assault on my soaked folds. She stared into my eyes as she continued to drive me toward release. Before I got there she said, "You haven't called me that since you found out who I was."

  "I know," I gasped.

  "Why now?" She asked, never stilling her fingers.

  I panted as I struggled to find the words to explain. Eventually, I gave up and shrugged, "Because I'm yours, Mistress."

  I groaned when her fingers stilled inside me. "That doesn't answer my question."

  I sighed. "Because of what you said this morning. You took it to regain the control I took from you. I wanted to give it back," I said, feeling stupid.

  Her eyes softened, "Oh, Rachel." I blushed and looked away, which made her chuckle. She reached out and gently tilted my chin back up. "My pet, I took that control back last night when you put on my collar, and again when you submitted to me after I removed the mask, and every time you say that you're mine."

  "Oh," I murmured, feeling my blush deepen.

  She pulled me in for a quick kiss, before flexing the fingers that were still buried deeply inside me. I gasped and she began to slowly thrust in and out of my center. I forgot my embarrassment as she picked up speed and drove me over the edge. Again, she demanded that I say I belonged to her before I came.

  Emma spent hours that night driving me to more orgasms than I could count. Each time she made me repeat the phrase before I came. And each time I said those words, I felt the meaning sink further and further into my psyche. As exhaustion finally fell over me, I was sore, tender and utterly content. I just wanted to curl into my mistress' arms and sleep, but she had other plans. I felt a gentle tug on my collar and I reluctantly opened my eyes to see that Emma had attached a leash to my collar. She had gotten up from the bed, and was gently pulling me out of bed after her.

  "Where—" I started to ask, but she cut me off.

  "Come with me, Rachel."

  "Yes, Mistress," I mumbled as I climbed out of bed. I stumbled after her as she led me into her bedroom. I was too tired to express the surprise I felt at being brought in here. I just turned wide eyes on her and waited for her to say something.

  She smiled at me as she unclipped the leash. "You've earned this tonight," was all she said as she took my hand and pulled me to the bed. As soon as she'd pulled the covers down, I crawled in and waited for her to join me. She did, and I curled into her, happily letting sleep take me the instant my head was pillowed on her shoulder.

  Sunlight falling over my face woke me the next morning. I groaned and nuzzled into the soft skin under my head. I breathed in Emma's scent and sighed contentedly. I could tell by her measured breathing that she was still asleep, and I was happy to just lay in the protective circle of her arms. Eventually, she stirred and I opened my eyes to smile up into her sleepy green orbs. She returned the smile and kissed my forehead.

  "Good morning," I said happily.

  "Good morning, Rachel. How are you doing today?" Emma asked me, and I could see that she was trying to judge my mood.

  "I'm good, Mistress. I don't think I've ever slept better." I answered honestly.

  "That's good," she said before lowering her lips to mine in a soft kiss.

  After the kiss, I lay my head back onto her shoulder and looked around the room. I felt my eyes widen as I took in the peach colored walls and tasteful furniture. I had momentarily forgotten that she had brought me into her bedroom the night before. I bit my lips, trying to decide how to ask what I needed to know. I eventually gave up trying to find a more polite phrase and bluntly asked, "Why did you bring me in here? I thought you said you don't bring slaves into your bedroom."

  She shifted so I could easily meet her eyes. "Because you're special to me, Rachel. I needed you to know that," She said lightly. I could feel the honesty of her words wrap warmth around my heart and I smiled. She returned the smile for a minute before her eyes fell on the collar around my neck. She reached out a hand and gently fingered the leather band as she continued. "While you wear this, you belong to me, but you are also my lover and when you are good, you will share my bed. Do you understand?"

  I nodded. "I think so," I said as I tried to think through the meaning behind her words. "So, does that mean that when you have to punish me, I won't get to sleep with you?"

  She chuckled, "It depends on how badly you've behaved. But, when you misbehave, you will not sleep in this bed. Whether I share the other bed with you, or leave you chained to it to sleep alone, will depend entirely on you, my pet."

  "Oh." I thought about it. "I wouldn't like that."

  She smirked, "That's why it would be an effective punishment." I didn't have a response to that, as I knew she was right. After a moment she chuckled and pulled me into her arms. I let myself melt into her embrace. We just held each other for a long time, each lost in our own thoughts. Eventually, Emma asked, "What time do you need to leave?"

  I sighed and sat up. "At 10. I need to go home to shower and change before I meet my ma
nager."

  Emma turned to look at her alarm clock next to the bed. "That gives us an hour. Do you want to eat before you go?"

  I turned back to her with a mischievous smirk, "Only if it's you, Mistress."

  She let out a choked laugh and I could see the desire filling her eyes when they met mine. "You're awful."

  I shrugged, "I know. But you like it, Mistress."

  Her eyes turned serious, "You can call me by name when we're in this bed, even with the collar on."

  I sobered immediately. "Thank you, Emma," I said and closed the distance between us.

  Just before my lips met hers, she stopped me with a hand on the collar. "But you still have to obey me."

  "I know," I whispered. "Can I kiss you now?" She didn't bother to answer as she fused her lips with mine in a heated kiss. We spent the next 45 minutes devouring every inch of each other.

  After I had hurriedly dressed, I met Emma in the foyer. I shuffled my feet, not quite ready to leave the safety I felt in her house. She noticed and pulled me into her arms. I gratefully returned the hug. "I'll call you later," she said when she pulled back.

  "Thanks," I said smiling. She leaned down to lightly kiss me. The tenderness of her lips sliding softly against mine made my head spin and I didn't notice her unbuckling the collar as we kissed. When she pulled back, I felt the leather slide off my skin and I shuddered. I felt suddenly heavier as my everyday worries and stress started to filter back into my mind for the first time in a day and a half. I took a deep breath and met Emma's eyes. "I had a nice time," I said awkwardly.

  She smiled at me. "I did too, Rachel. I hope your meeting goes well."

  "Thanks, I—uh, I guess I'll see you later, then." I shifted anxiously. I wasn't sure how to act in this moment.

  Emma understood my awkwardness and she closed the distance between us again to place a chaste kiss on my lips, before nudging me towards the door. "Be safe, Rachel. I will call you tonight."

  The second our lips met, I relaxed. I offered once last, "Thanks, Emma," before walking out the door and getting into my car. Seeing her standing in the doorway watching me I smiled and waved. She waved back and I put the car into gear and drove home.

  The entire time I drove home, showered and changed, I let myself think about Emma and the amazing time we had spent together. I still couldn't believe everything that had happened in such a short amount of time, and how willingly I had responded to it. But I decided to just go with it, I felt like I'd finally found something other than music that made me truly happy for the first time since my parents' divorce. It was a scary thought, especially with everything that could go horribly wrong. But I didn't let myself dwell on it. I decided that I just needed to let things happen, and not try to over-analyze everything and let myself freak out. After I got out of the shower, I checked my phone for the first time since Saturday evening. I had a couple texts from Harold asking to hang out. After we'd broken up, it took a year, but we eventually became friends again, and now he was the only real friend I had in California. I shot off a quick message to apologize for not answering and saying that I had a lot to tell him about my crazy-ass weekend.

  He immediately replied with: Glad you're not dead. Dinner tonight? You can tell me all about it.

  I sent him a message telling him I'd get the pizza and be at his place by 7. While I was waiting for his response, a text came in from a number I didn't recognize. It read: Hey, this is Emma. I swiped your number off your phone yesterday when you were tied up with other things. ;) I just wanted to make sure you had my number. Call you later.

  I immediately texted back with: Tied up? Which time?

  About 10 seconds later, she replied with: When you were suspended over the stool. ;)

  I responded: Right, you were gone for a long time.

  Emma: You needed to be punished.

  Me: I know .;)

  Emma: Ok, well I know you probably need to go, so you're not late. I'll call you later.

  Me: Right, I guess I'll talk to you later. Thanks again, Emma.

  Emma: You're welcome.

  I smiled and saved her number in my contact list. I had to hurry after that, but I did manage to make it to the restaurant on time to meet my manager.

  Katie was waiting for me when I arrived. She had gotten us a table on the patio and had already ordered her coffee. She looked up when I approached the table and smiled.

  "Great, you're right on time, Rachel. I've got great news for you," she said, getting right down to business. I had always appreciated that about her.

  "Hey, Katie, what's up?" I asked as I sat.

  She grinned, "Well, first thing this morning, I got a call from Darrin Bellinger over at Atlantic Records. He said that he was very happy with your work at his party on Saturday and he wants you to come in for a meeting this afternoon!"

  A grin broke out on my face, "That's great. What time?"

  "At 2:30."

  "Cool," I said and I could feel the excitement build.

  Katie and I discussed the possibilities of what he wanted to talk to me about while we ate. It wasn't until after our plates were cleared away, that she asked the question I had been hoping to avoid throughout the meal. "So, how was the party? I mean, I know you did an excellent job, but what was it like?"

  I immediately blushed and looked away. "It—um, well it was interesting," I answered vaguely.

  "Are you blushing?" I could hear the surprise in her voice. I wasn't one to blush normally.

  I cleared my throat. "You're not getting details. But, let's say I may have run into someone I knew in college, and we spent the rest of the weekend together."

  She gasped, "Oh, my God. Who was it? Was she—did you?" She broke off, obviously unable to find the right words.

  I sighed and finally met her eyes, "Look, Katie, I like you, but I'm not telling you anything else right now."

  She coughed to cover her momentary lack of professionalism. "Of course, I'm sorry. It's none of my business."

  "It's ok," I assured her, knowing if the situation were reversed I wouldn't have been able to keep myself from asking the same questions.

  "Thanks," she said as she paid the bill. We chatted for a few more minutes about work before we parted ways.

  When I got back in my car, I checked the time and saw that I had just over an hour to get to the meeting. I groaned, knowing LA traffic, I had to head immediately over to the record label, if I wanted to have any hope of being on time. As I struggled through the traffic, I felt nerves dance down my spine. This meeting could be the most important one in my life, and I had no idea what to expect when I found myself face to face with Darrin Bellinger again. I had no idea if he knew I went home with Emma, but even if he didn't, I knew that I would have a hard time not picturing the things I saw in his house, and the look in those green eyes as Emma watched me from the stage. I silently cursed myself as I felt my underwear grow damp as those memories flooding into my mind. I plugged my iPod into my car stereo and cranked up the volume, hoping that the music would calm me down before the meeting. It worked and I felt steadier as I parked my car in the underground garage and headed into the building.

  The record company's offices were on the 56th floor of one of the towering skyscrapers downtown. I headed to the elevator and felt the butterflies nestle back into my stomach. I forced myself to ignore them as I rode up in the overcrowded elevator. It stopped several times to let people off before my stop. When I reached the right floor, I squeezed out of the elevator and moved over to the glass doors showing the label's logo. The receptionist looked up and smiled at me when I walked in.

  I crossed the lobby to her and said, "Hi, I'm Rachel Martel, I've got an appointment with Darrin Bellinger in—" I looked at my watch. "In 10 minutes." I looked back up to the woman and smiled.

  She looked down at her computer for a moment before looking back to me with a smile. "Sure, if you wanna have a seat, he'll be right with you."

  "Thanks," I said and moved over to the couc
hes arranged along the wall. I surreptitiously took deep breaths to calm down as I waited. I didn't want my nerves to show.

  I didn't have to wait long before an overly energetic brunette came into the lobby. She looked at me and grinned, "Rachel? Darrin is ready for you." I smiled and stood up, moving to follow her through the labyrinth of offices. She stopped outside a door, knocking quickly before sticking her head in and saying, "Darrin, Rachel's here for you."

  She gestured me inside. The office was large, with one wall entirely made of glass to allow an expansive view over the city. Darrin stood from his desk when I came in and he was beaming at me. "Rachel, thanks so much for coming to see me."

  "Of course. You've got a nice office." I said as I crossed the room to shake his outstretched hand.

  "Thanks, can I get you anything? Coffee? Soda?" He asked as he motioned for me to sit in one of the plush chairs facing his desk.

  "Um, sure, coffee would be great."

  He looked back to his assistant who was hovering in the doorway, "Kira, would you mind getting us two coffees?"

  "No problem," she chirped before heading out of the room.

  Darrin sat back behind his desk and smiled at me. "So, I wanted to thank you again. You really exceeded my expectations for the party."

  "You're welcome, sir. I just appreciated the opportunity." I answered, trying to judge his expression.

  "Did you enjoy the party?" He asked, and my fears were confirmed at the twinkle I saw in his eyes. He knew I'd gone home with Emma.