by Ellie Norton
With a tug on my leash, Emma led me towards the bar. I felt eyes on us as we passed the first group of people quietly talking. I looked over and saw a male domme studying me with desire in his eyes. I wanted to smirk at him, but didn't want to cause a scene, so I lowered my eyes and turned away. I could still feel the weight of his gaze, but I ignored it. I belonged to Emma and I trusted that she would keep the other dommes away. We were halfway to the bar when we were stopped by the manager from the clothing store.
"Bonita, honey, you look amazing!" She said enthusiastically.
Emma chuckled, "Thank you, Britney. You look wonderful. Is that new? I don't believe I've seen it on your shelves."
Mistress Britney grinned. "Yes, it just came in, and I decided to keep it for myself." She was wearing a black leather corset with a high collar that did wonders for her body. Seeing my gaze, the domme smirked at me. "And your pet looks ravishing. I love the collar and leash, it really complements my clothes."
I blushed and looked down. Emma gave the chain a slight tug, pulling me in closer to her body. "Yes, she does. But she's mine Britney, so keep your hands to yourself," she said and I could hear the warning in her voice. It sent a wave of heat rush through me.
Britney laughed, holding up her hands. "I will. But I have to wonder, will you be doing a scene tonight? I'm dying to see her in action again."
"No, not tonight. I'm not ready to share Rachel's talents with the public just yet," Emma said and I smiled at her possessive tone.
"Fine, I will just have to wait then," Mistress Britney said pouting.
My mistress chuckled. "Yes, you will." Then she tugged on the leash and I followed her to the bar. We weren't stopped again. Emma told me to order her a glass of wine, and she turned back to watch the room as I waited for the bartender to notice me. It didn't take long and I handed her the glass. She took a sip and her eyes widened slightly as they saw someone behind me.
Instantly, nerves raked through me. Emma leaned in and whispered, "Take a drink. You may need it." I could tell she wanted to say more, but we were out of time. I took a sip and almost choked when Emma greeted the person who joined us at the bar. "Hello, Darrin. It's wonderful to see you. I didn't think you would make it tonight."
"Bonita! Lovely to see you. I wouldn't miss this for the world," He said before turning to look at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I see you have a new pet. Miss Martel, it's nice of you to join us."
I held onto the wine glass, as though it was my one lifeline in the world. I could feel the blush blazing across my cheeks as I slowly met his eyes. "Thank you, sir. It's nice to see you again," I managed to say past the lump in my throat. I wanted to kick myself for not even considering the possibility of seeing my new boss tonight.
He grinned at my obvious embarrassment. After a long moment, where I had to fight the urge not to squirm under his gaze, he turned back to Emma. "I'm glad to see that you were able to claim her. Is she everything you'd hoped for?"
Released from his gaze, I let out a small sigh of relief before feeling my mistress' gaze on me. I turned to her and felt heat race to my core at the possessive smile on her lips. "Yes, that and so much more," she answered Darrin, but she didn't take her eyes off of me. I got lost in her eyes and forgot about my anxiety. Emma took her wine back from me and gently tugged down on the leash. I immediately dropped to kneel at her feet. She gently brushed a hand over my hair, before turning back to the other domme.
I could feel his eyes watching me, but when he spoke again, it was to my mistress. "She does very well, but I have to admit that I'm surprised. When I met her, she didn't seem like the type to submit easily."
Emma chuckled, "I know what you mean. You should have seen her when I met her. But she continues to surprise me."
Darrin joined in the laughter. "Yes, I can imagine. You know, I heard a rumor about your pet."
"Yes, I'm sure you did," my mistress said, and I could hear the amusement in her voice.
"Is it true?" He asked and I blushed at the eager anticipation in his voice.
Emma's hand caressed my cheek and I looked up to meet her eyes. They were hungry and my center clenched in anticipation, causing more moisture to pool between my legs. "Yes, it's true. My Rachel is a wonder."
Darrin let out a startled gasp. "Really?"
My mistress turned back to him. "Yes."
"How long has she been a submissive?" He asked, surprise evident in his voice.
Emma smirked, "Since Saturday."
His jaw dropped, and I had to suppress the laughter that wanted to bubble out. "But how? I've never heard of a sub trancing like that after such a short time."
Emma turned her smirk back to me. She let her hand slide down to finger the collar around my neck. "Rachel, answer his question."
"I belong to Mistress Bonita," I said simply. I didn't have any other answer. Emma's loving smile told me that I'd answered correctly.
"Damn it, Bonita. I've had all of my slaves for over a year and none of them would say that with as much honest emotion behind it. How do you do it?" He asked and I smiled at the jealousy in his voice.
Emma just laughed. "Darrin, Rachel is one in a million. I just got very lucky."
Before Darrin could respond, I interrupted, "No, Mistress. I'm the lucky one." I expected to be punished for my rudeness, but my mistress just grinned at me.
Darrin looked between the two of us and let out a long sigh. "Well, Hell," he said. I looked back at him and I saw him studying me with an expression I couldn't read. After a minute he asked, " Rachel, will you please stand up? I have a question I want to ask you."
I looked to Emma for permission and stood when she nodded. "What would you like to know?"
He leaned in so that his face was very close to mine and asked in a low voice that was only loud enough for Emma and I to hear, "On Monday, will I see this Rachel in my office, or will I see the Rachel I met the other day?"
I felt my shoulders straighten and met his gaze with a smirk. "You will see the Rachel you hired, Darrin. I won't come to work collared." Emma's hand tightened on my back, and I somehow knew she was proud of me.
Darrin smiled. "Good, that's what I wanted to hear. Well, ladies, enjoy your evening," he said as he walked away.
Emma caressed my collar and I felt the shift back into her submissive slide through me. I turned to her and she was smiling. "You did well, Rachel."
"Thank you, Mistress. You're not mad?" I asked, knowing she wasn't but still wanting to hear her answer.
"No, my pet. You were perfect," she said and leaned in to claim my lips.
"Thank you, Mistress," I repeated when she pulled back.
"You're welcome," she said before pulling gently on the leash. "Come on, I believe the first scene will start soon and I would like to get a good seat. She led me over to one of the couches positioned near the small stage and motioned for me to sit on a cushion at her feet.
As we got settled, a male domme took the stage and began restraining a young female sub to a wooden cross. Emma's eyes lit up at the sight. I felt a moment of jealousy at her excitement, but she quickly bent down to explain. "That's Master Darrell. His style is very similar to what I do when I'm working. Pay close attention, I think that this will be very close to what I hope to do with you in front of an audience.
"Yes, Mistress," I obediently agreed and settled down to watch. He took his time with his sub, alternating between soft sensual caresses, and hard, forceful punishments. I imagined Emma doing those things to me for an audience and felt my underwear quickly grow damp as heat raced through me. For her part, Emma continuously stroked my neck and hair. Certain things made her fingers tighten on my skin and I knew that she was imagining us in the scene, too.
When the scene ended, Emma leaned down to huskily ask, "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, Mistress," I breathed, need racing through my system.
"Good," she said, and sat back, turning to speak with the domme on the other end of the couch.
> I had to take several breaths to calm my racing heart. I knew that the night was still young and we still had a lot of the event to get through. When I had calmed down, I realized that Emma was intent on her discussion and was ignoring my presence for the moment. I probably should have been upset, but I didn't mind. Her focus on the other woman gave me the opportunity to look around. I studied the other subs in the room, taking note on how they interacted with their dommes and wondering how that compared to my relationship with Emma. One sub, a nearly naked guy who looked to be barely 18, caught my eye. He was gazing up at his mistress with a look of such powerful adoration and I followed his gaze. My eyes met familiar brown eyes, which were wide with shock. I immediately froze as panic flooded through me. I could see her mouth form my name into a question, but I couldn't hear her voice over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears.
Emma noticed the stiffness of my body where it rested against her legs and her hand found my shoulder in a questioning gesture. I could only stare as our friend Ava began to wind her way through the crowd, tugging her slave along in her wake. Emma's muttered, "Oh, God," told me she had also seen the other former Bonita. Emma's fingers clenched into my shoulder, pulling gently as she stood from the couch to meet Ava. I slowly made it to my feet beside her, unable to meet the other girl's brown eyes.
"Ava, it's nice to see you," Emma said in an overly polite tone that told me she was just as anxious as I was.
"I have to admit that I never thought I'd see this," Ava said laughing. I blushed, keeping my eyes averted.
Emma's voice was tight with anger as she responded. "Do you have a problem with this?"
"No, Emma. I'm just surprised. I would have expected to see this the other way around, if I'd given it any thought," Ava said, sobering.
"Seriously?" Emma asked.
Ava laughed again, "Yeah, I didn’t think you’d settle with a submissive."
I felt my blush deepen and I shifted anxiously. Emma put an arm around me, and I relaxed against her. "Things change, Ava," she said softly.
"I can see that," Ava said and I could feel her studying me. After a moment she gently asked, "Rachel, will you please look at me?" I hesitated for a moment before looking up to meet her eyes. "Are you ok?" She asked, and I could see the honest concern in her eyes.
Emma's grip tightened on me and the last of my anxiety dissolved. "Yes, Ava. I'm good."
"I'm glad. This does seem to suit you." She said smiling.
I looked up at Emma and smiled. "It does. It surprises me too, but I'm happy." Emma returned the smile, and I looked back at Ava. "I have to admit I'm surprised to see you here."
Ava turned serious, "Actually, I run the shelter that this event is benefitting."
As we continued chatting, I noticed the dark looks I was receiving from Ava's submissive. He didn't like the casual way she included me in the conversation. I felt bad for the guy, but Emma had told me to ignore the looks from other submissives, so I decided he was Ava's responsibility. Besides, aside from the protective arm, Emma kept around my waist and the light grip she had on my leash, Emma seemed happy to let me catch up with Ava, whom I hadn't seen since graduation. When the next scene started, Emma and Ava shared the couch and I once again settled onto the cushion at Emma's feet.
Ava laughed softly, "You guys make a stunning pair, Emma. Rachel really falls into her role gracefully."
I smiled up at my mistress and leaned against her legs. Emma returned the smile as she replied to Ava. "Yes, she does. It honestly surprises me every time."
"You've trained her well. I can't say the same for Albert, here. He chafes at his role in public, so we don't go out often," Ava said, indicated the guy kneeling at her feet.
I glanced over at Albert and he was glaring at me. I could see that he didn't like the appreciation in Ava's voice. Emma just chuckled. "I didn't train her at all, Ava. Rachel's a natural."
"Jesus, really?" She asked, and I could hear the awe in Ava's voice.
"Yeah. Ask her yourself if you don't believe me," Emma offered.
"Rachel, what's your secret?" Ava immediately asked.
I looked at her and smiled. "I belong to Emma. I don't think I'd find it as easy to submit to anyone else." I answered honestly.
Ava nodded, taking in my meaning. After a moment she turned back to Emma, "Does Kristen know?"
Emma's voice held an edge of tension as she answered. "Not yet, but please don't tell her. She's coming to visit in a few weeks; we had planned on telling her then. I think it'll be easier for her to see us together than it would be to explain over the phone."
"Alright, does she know about any of this?" Ava asked.
"Yes, she knows that we're dating, and she knows I'm a domme. But we haven't told her about Rachel's part in all this yet." Emma said carefully, still unsure of Ava's willingness to keep our secret.
"Ok, well good luck with that. I hope she doesn't flip out." Ava said.
I lost track of their conversation after that. I found myself riveted to the drama enfolding on the small stage. The scene appeared to be an elaborate punishment for the submissive. The sub was strapped facedown onto a table and had a butt plug inserted before the domme used various types of whips and crops on her exposed skin, paying special attention to her bare ass and upper thighs. I found the entire scene to be highly arousing and wondered what it would feel like to be in her position. At some point, Emma noticed my reaction to the scene because she bent down to huskily whisper in my ear, "I thought you weren't interested in anal play."
I blushed, and my voice was shaky as I whispered back. "She seems to enjoy it."
"I imagine she does. It can add a new level of intensity to a spanking if you decide to change your mind, my pet," she purred causing me to shudder. She chuckled softly and kissed my temple before settling back on the couch.
When the scene ended, Ava excused herself, saying that she needed to mingle more. I was grateful. I felt a little shy about having my friend see how turned on I was in response to our surroundings. After Ava left, Emma decided to mingle as well. She pulled me through the crowd, stopping to talk with dommes that she knew. They all expressed admiration for our combined look, and curiosity about me. I quickly gathered that Emma didn't often bring a submissive with her to these gatherings. It made me feel proud to be on her leash.
A few dommes asked about the scene I had caused in the shop and Emma smiled indulgently, but only gave vague answers about my trance. She told them they would have to wait and see, as she would not be involving me in a scene that night. They all seemed disappointed but didn't push the matter, and none of them were anything but polite to me. The subs were an entirely different matter. Some ignored my presence, and some shot jealous looks in my direction. The only time I came close to causing another scene like the one in the clothing store was when an unclaimed sub approached my mistress.
The girl pressed herself into Emma and purred, "Mistress Bonita, I had hoped you would be here tonight."
"Becky, this is inappropriate. I already have a submissive this evening," Emma said sternly, pushing the girl off of her.
Becky pouted and looked at me. She was several inches taller than me and was more slender. Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at me. "But, Mistress, I bet she can't pleasure you the way I can."
I immediately knew that this girl had been one of my mistress' slaves. Jealousy instantly roared through me. I didn't like the idea that this girl had been with my mistress. I opened my mouth to speak, but Emma cut me off with a laugh. "Becky, you don't know what you're talking about. My Rachel pleases me just fine." A warm glow replaced the jealousy and I relaxed against Emma. She put an arm around me and pulled me against her body. I instantly melted into her embrace, forgetting the other girl until my mistress spoke again. "See how she responds to my touch? You need to go find someone else, Becky. You cannot compare with my new pet." Emma's voice was gentle, but I could still hear the anger in it.
I glanced at the other sub, and smirked at
the outrage evident on her face. She took one step towards me, her hand raised as though she would slap me, but Emma smoothly stepped between us. "Go now, Becky." Her voice allowed for no argument and Becky let out a frustrated huff before melting back into the crowd. Emma immediately turned to me. "Are you alright, Rachel?"
I grinned, "Yes, Mistress."
She studied me for a long time before returning my smile. "Good." She claimed my lips in a searing kiss and heat rushed to my core. I was gasping when she broke the kiss. She smiled and pulled me to the next domme she wanted to speak with.
The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. We watched each of the scenes, and they became more and more provocative as the night wore on. I was almost painfully aroused by the time Emma finally led me from the club. I was aching for her touch and couldn't wait until we were back in the privacy of her playroom. Once we were back in her car, Emma glanced at me, a pleased smile on her face. "You did very well tonight, Rachel."
"Thank you, Mistress." I said.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" She asked feigning innocent concern.
"Yes, Mistress, though I wish you had taken me into one of the back rooms. I've been dying to touch you for hours," I told her.
She chuckled, and I shivered. "I know, Rachel. Your patience will be rewarded when we get home."
I smiled, "Thank you, Mistress."
She turned serious as she asked, "So, would you like to act as my submissive the next time I am hired for a demonstration?"
"Yes," I answered fervently, my center clenching in anticipation.
She chuckled, "You really like the idea of being put on display, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress, but only if it's with you," I moaned.