by Ellie Norton
"Oh, right. That's really thoughtful." I said, blushing at the thought of having so many people see me in her collar.
Her smile turned into a smirk. "Why are you surprised that I would understand what you need?"
I sighed. "I guess, I've just never had anyone who cared enough to notice."
Her arms were suddenly around me. "Well, now you do, Rachel. I will always take care of you."
I leaned into the embrace, breathing in her scent and relaxed. "Thank you."
"I love you, Rachel."
"I love you, too."
She pulled back and handed me the collar. I took it and slipped the leather around my neck. I immediately felt the shift in me. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling of having my worries fall away and be replaced by the strange combination of safety and vulnerability. When I opened my eyes again, I found green eyes watching me with wonder.
"That was beautiful. You're amazing, Rachel," she said.
"What, Mistress?" I asked, having no idea what she was talking about.
"Is it always like that for you when you put on the collar?" She asked.
I thought about it. "Yeah, every time," I said honestly.
"Incredible," she murmured, and I knew she wasn't talking to me. I still didn't really know what she found so amazing, but I let it go. She'd tell me if she wanted me to know. I completely forgot about it, when her lips crashed into mine. I melted into the kiss, opening for my mistress when her tongue demanded entrance to my mouth. I moaned, knowing that she was reinforcing her claim over me.
The first store we went to almost seemed like a costume store. A very kinky costume store. They had everything from lingerie to leather, and they even had a selection of frilly dresses and ruffled panties. Emma gave me a minute to take in the variety before leading me over to the corsets. The store's patrons were nearly as varied as the clothes. As we moved between the racks, I felt eyes on me and looked over to see who was looking. My eyes met those of a very butch, leather clad woman. She smiled at me before she deliberately raked her gaze over my body. When her eyes met mine again, I recognized the predatory look in them and I felt a shiver of fear run over my skin. I quickly turned away from her and hurried to press against my mistress' side. Emma glanced down at me and noticed the tension running through me.
"Are you ok?" She whispered.
I could still feel those eyes on me and shook my head, not trusting my voice. Emma stopped and put a hand on my arm. "Look at me," She demanded and I reluctantly raised my gaze to meet hers. "What's wrong?" she asked.
I didn't respond, I just subtly flicked my eyes in the direction of the woman, before pleading with her to protect me. I didn't want that woman anywhere near me. Emma turned to see what had scared me. I saw the change come over her face when she noticed the butch. All of her features hardened, and she glared at the woman for a moment before turning back to me. She reached out and gave my collar a light tug. It wasn't enough to pull me into her, but it was enough to remind me that I was hers. I relaxed slightly.
"No one will touch you," she hissed. "You belong to me."
The words did what her touch alone couldn't, and I felt the fear fade away. She would protect me. "Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Good," she said. She tugged my collar to pull me over to the corsets.
When we reached them, my eyes were immediately drawn to one in particular. It was a lacy navy blue with brown leather straps and steel buckles. I gasped, instantly wanting it. Emma noticed and followed my gaze. She smiled and pulled me over to it. As she studied it, one of the store's clerks appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Mistress Bonita, it's a pleasure to see you again. What can I help you with today?"
Emma didn't bother to look at the woman as she replied. "I want to see my pet in that corset."
"Of course. May I get her measurements?" She clerk asked deferentially, and I realized that she was also a sub. She kept her eyes carefully lowered from Emma and she hadn't even bothered to look at me.
My mistress turned to me. "Rachel, stand still so Jennifer can measure you. She won't touch you more than necessary." I could tell that her last comment was a threat meant for the clerk.
"Yes, Mistress." I answered.
The clerk pulled a measuring tape out of her pocket and moved over to me, finally acknowledging my presence. I stood patiently while she moved around me, lifting my arms when asked. When she was finished, she shifted through the corsets and pulled one off the rack that was presumably my size.
"Is there anything else today, Mistress Bonita?" Jennifer asked.
Emma's voice sounded bored as she answered. "Not at the moment, but remain available to me. I will need you shortly."
I watched, amused at the slight shudder that ran through the girl. I followed Emma to the dressing rooms. She followed me in and closed the door. "Strip," was all she said once we were alone in the small room. I immediately obeyed. Emma helped me pull the corset on and laced up the back. She had me fluff my breasts and tightened the laces again. Once I was tied tightly enough to be forced into taking shallow breaths, my mistress turned me around to face her. Her eyes were hungry as she took me in. Need ran down my spine at the look in her eyes. She reached out a hand and gently ran it over the tops of my prominently displayed breasts. I trembled under her touch and she pulled me against her running kisses along the skin her fingers had stroked only moments before. Her hands ran down my sides, feeling how the corset accentuated my natural curves. Her fingers briefly dipped between my thighs, and I shuddered against her.
"This is perfect, Rachel. You have no idea what it is doing to me to see you in this," She purred into my ear.
"Thank you, Mistress," I gasped.
She smirked at me. "Do you want to see how you look?"
The dressing room had no mirrors so I knew I would have to go back out into the store in nothing but the corset and my underwear. I felt my cheeks flush at the thought of everyone seeing me. "I don't know," I answered honestly.
She knew why I was embarrassed, but she didn't give me another choice as she opened the door and walked out. I hesitated and she snapped, "Get out here, now!"
I forgot to feel self-conscious as I hurried to obey. The butch from earlier had moved so she could watch me with hungry eyes, but with Emma at my side, I didn't feel threatened by her anymore. I moved to the mirror and gasped. The first thing I noticed was my boobs. While I didn't feel in danger of falling out of the corset, I'd never had so much cleavage on display, and I was fond of low-cut tops. I forgot all my insecurities as I looked at myself in the corset. I met Emma's eyes in the mirror. "Please, Mistress may I get it?"
I felt myself grow wet at the desire I saw in her green eyes. "Oh yes, this is perfect." She said as she studied me. Without looking away she snapped, "Jennifer!"
The girl was instantly next to us. "Yes, Mistress Bonita?"
Emma finally looked away from me to gaze down on the girl. "Show me what undergarments you have to match this. I will also need complementary attire."
"Yes, of course. Please follow me." She said, keeping her eyes lowered as she led Emma back over to the racks.
I didn't immediately follow. When my mistress turned back to the girl, I returned to admiring the corset in the mirror. I didn't realize that I was inviting trouble until a low, gruff voice spoke from behind me.
"You look good enough to eat."
I spun around and found myself face to face with the butch. I was speechless, I didn't know what to say to this unknown domme. I just stared at her, gaping.
Her eyes were cold as she continued. "If you were mine, I wouldn't let you out of my sight." She said, moving closer to me until her chest was pressed against mine. I froze not knowing what to do. "You dare to meet my eyes, slave? Kneel." Her voice was as cold as her eyes.
I shuddered. Part of me wanting to submit to this domme's strong presence. I fought my instincts and whispered, "No, you are not my mistress."
Her eyes grew angry, and fear raced
icy fingers down my spine. "You obviously need more discipline than that bitch can dish out. Kneel, now."
Something shifted inside me as my own anger rose to the surface. My voice was strong as steel when I snapped out, "No. You do not own me. I will not kneel before you. Move now, or live to regret it."
She snarled, reaching out to grip my wrist in vice-like fingers. Before she was able to speak, Emma appeared. "Let go of my property!" She growled, moving to my side.
The butch sneered at Emma. "What are you going to do about it, bitch? You obviously can't control her."
I snapped, feeling my rage wash over me, driving out any subservience. Before I knew what I was doing, the hand that wasn't gripped in the bitch's grip plowed into her nose. "Don't you ever call her that again!"
Instantly, the grip on my wrist relaxed as the women fell to her knees. Her hands going to her face. I felt a moment of victory before Emma's hand was around my collar and pushing me down to my knees. I resisted for a split second and Emma snapped out, "Kneel, Rachel!"
Her voice snapped me out of my anger. I immediately dropped to my knees, knowing that I had just done a terrible thing and I was going to be in serious trouble. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I—" I pleaded.
She cut me off. "Do not say a word." I dutifully closed my mouth and carefully kept my eyes on the carpet under my knees.
By this point, the butch had regained her feet. "Do you see what your slave did to me? She must be punished," she said speaking to Emma.
Emma's voice was cold and hard with rage. "And she will be. However, her actions do not excuse either the fact that you tried to steal my property or the fact that you put hands on what was not yours. Jennifer, get your manager."
"Yes, Mistress Bonita," the other girl meekly said, and I realized that she had followed Emma back over to us. The girl hurried off and silence fell over our small group.
A few minutes later, I heard soft footsteps and two other people joined us. "What seems to be the problem, Bonita?" A strong voice, who I assumed belonged to the manager asked.
The butch started to speak, but Emma spoke over her. "This woman put hands on my property and attempted to take her from me."
"Is this true?" The manager asked the butch.
"She punched me," the butch snarled.
"I see. Was this before or after you touched her?" The manager said softly and I could hear the menace in her voice. I shivered.
"After," she reluctantly admitted.
"So, if I am understanding this, you mistreated another domme's property, attempting theft of the property and were struck?" The manager asked.
There was a moment of silence before Emma spoke. "Yes. That is what happened."
"Fine, what is your name?" The manager asked the butch.
"Patty."
"Patty, you are banned from my store. Get out and don't come back."
"What?" She asked, incredulous. "But that bitch—"
"Will be taken care of, by her mistress. Get out before I call the police," the manager stated.
"Go fuck yourselves," Patty snarled as she left. I breathed out a sigh of relief.
My relief was short-lived as Emma's calm voice asked, "Britney, may I borrow your paddle?"
I gasped, my eyes flying up to Emma's face. Her green eyes met mine with a look that had a knot of fear forming in my belly. I was in so much trouble, and I was going to be publicly humiliated.
"Of course, Bonita. Jennifer, fetch it." The manager said, and I could hear the eagerness in her voice. Jennifer hurried to obey and I lowered my eyes, unable to continue looking at Emma.
When the girl was back, Emma coldly said, "Stand and grab your ankles, Rachel." I reluctantly obeyed. I had to spread my legs in order to bend over in the corset, but I managed. When I was in position, Emma positioned herself behind me. "Count each strike," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," I breathed. And the first blow fell hard against my ass. I yelped, "One." The sting from the blow hadn't even begun to fade when the next blow landed. By the time the fifth blow landed, tears were running down my cheeks. After the tenth blow landed, my ass felt like it was on fire, and I was only able to stay on my feet by sheer strength of will. I gritted my teeth and grunted out each number as the blows continued to fall. Sometime after the 15th stroke, I gave myself over to the punishment and fell into that trancelike state, becoming only distantly aware of the pain of the blows and my voice sobbing out each count. After the 20th stroke, the blows stopped. I didn't move, I just waited for what would happen next.
"Thank you, Britney. I am sorry that my pet caused this disturbance in your store," I heard my mistress' voice say above me.
"That's alright, Bonita. That show was worth the trouble." She replied.
"Rachel, you may stand," my mistress said, and I struggled to straighten. The corset, making it difficult, but I managed eventually.
I kept my gaze lowered as I dreamily said, "Thank you, Mistress. I'm sorry I embarrassed you."
My mistress lifted my chin with on long finger. I met her gaze happily, and I could see the amusement in her eyes. "You did well, my pet."
"Thank you, Mistress," I replied automatically.
I heard a sharp gasp and my eyes slowly moved over to study Britney curiously. Her eyes were wide with shock. "Is she—"? She asked, studying the passive look in my eyes.
"Yes, she is," Emma said and I could hear the pride in her voice. I looked back into her green eyes, not knowing what I had done to make her proud.
"Where did you find her?" Britney asked in a hushed tone.
My mistress smiled at me, "We met in college."
"I've never seen a sub go so deep before," Britney admitted.
"I know, Britney. It's like she was born for it." My mistress said, and I could hear the love and affection she had for me in her voice.
"Wow, how did she manage to hit that butch?" The manager asked.
My mistress laughed. "She was defending me. That woman called me a 'bitch', twice. My Rachel didn't like it."
Britney laughed. "Well, I have to admit I'm jealous. You are a very lucky woman, Bonita."
"I know."
I stood meekly throughout their conversation, gazing at my mistress. I thought that I was the lucky one, but I didn't bother to tell them. I just patiently waited for them to finish discussing me.
Britney asked, "So, before the interruption, what were you looking for?"
"I need something to complement my pet in that corset. We are attending the event on Thursday."
"Of course, I have some ideas," Britney said. She helped us finish our wardrobe shopping and an hour later we left the store with two complementary outfits.
When we got into the car, my mistress turned to me. "Rachel, are you alright?"
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my ass still feeling bruised from the paddling I had endured. "Yes, Mistress, I'm fine. I'm sorry I embarrassed you," I said, dreamily.
She smiled. "You didn't embarrass me. I actually rather enjoyed it."
My surprise was enough to finally pull me out of my trance. I blinked and focused on her eyes. She was telling the truth. "Then why did you punish me?" I asked, feeling anger stir within me.
Her smile widened. "Because I had to, Rachel. You punched a domme in public. I couldn't let that go unpunished."
"Oh," I answered and looked out the window.
She laughed, "Welcome back, my love."
I huffed, unwilling to answer her.
She grabbed my chin harshly and turned me to face her. "You are still in my collar and you will acknowledge me when I speak to you."
"Yes, Mistress," I replied.
"Better," She said, studying my eyes. After a moment she asked, "Are you alright? You were in the trance for a long time."
"Yes, Mistress. I'm fine," I answered. Seeing the doubt in her eyes, I continued. "Seriously, I'm ok. It was intense, and my butt is going to hurt for a long time, but I'll manage."
"Good, are you up for a little more shoppi
ng, or do we need to call it a day?" She asked.
"I can continue as long as the next store isn't as eventful as that one," I answered honestly.
She chuckled. "Alright. I promise I won't let you out of my sight this time."
I laughed, "That's probably a good idea. Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome."
She turned on the car and pulled out into traffic. After a few minutes, I asked, "So what else to we need to buy? I thought we got everything at the last store."
She shot a smirk at me. "We need to get you a matching collar and leash. You must be perfect."
Heat shot through me at the thought of being pulled through a crowded club by a leash in Emma's hand. "Oh yes, please." I moaned. My mistress shot another smirk at me.
The rest of our shopping was blessedly uneventful, but by the time we walked back into my apartment, I was exhausted. Emma left our shopping bags in the car. She decided that they would stay at her house until Thursday.
After dropping my keys on the small table next to the door, Emma said, "Kneel, Rachel." I instantly dropped to my knees. Heat raced through me as my fantasy from that morning played through my head. Emma noticed and smirked. "You really do like the idea of kneeling to me in your home. It's a shame to do this, but I wouldn't want to break our rules." She leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on my lips before unbuckling the collar and setting it aside. A shudder ran through me as my usual worries settled back on my shoulders.
"Thanks, Em." I said, standing.
She smiled. "Of course, maybe at some point, we can explore that fantasy of yours, but not today."
I nodded. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea," I admitted, grabbing her hand and pulling her over to the couch. I curled into her side and felt myself drift off to sleep in a matter of minutes.
Chapter 6
"Shit," I moaned as I rolled onto my back, instantly waking from the pain in my bruised ass. Emma and I were still on the couch. She looked down at me, biting her lip apprehensively and I knew she hadn't slept. I ignored her look as I carefully rolled back onto my side, using her thigh as a pillow.