by Ellie Norton
"Probably, but less talking now, more moaning," Emma said, moving to close her mouth over my nipple. I immediately moaned, in response. She just chuckled against my skin and trailed her fingers between my thighs.
At 1:30pm, I walked into the studio feeling limber and wonderfully satisfied. I moved over to the receptionist and asked, "Is the studio I've been using the last two days available?"
She checked her computer and nodded, "Yeah, are you going to be in there all day again?"
I smiled, "No, but I'd like it for the next few hours."
She returned my smile, "Alright, I can arrange that. Is there anything else you need?" She had a look in her eyes that told me she wasn't talking about anything work related.
I blushed looking away briefly. "Um, actually, I'm supposed to be meeting Brian Zane in half an hour. Will you let me know when he's here?" I asked, trying to keep things professional.
"Alright, Rachel. I can do that." She said triumphantly.
"Thanks," I said and fled to the studio. Once safely alone, I opened the music files on the studio's computer and played through them, making note of any adjustments before Brian arrived. I was just finishing the last tweak when the phone on the wall rang. I saved the file before standing to answer the phone.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Hi, this is Kerri at the reception desk. Brian is here." She said brightly.
"Thanks, be right down," I answered before hanging up the phone. I took a deep breath to settle the sudden nerves that came over me. Feeling slightly steadier, I headed down to the lobby to meet Brian Zane.
He was leaning on the reception desk, flirting with Kerri when I walked in. I rolled my eyes and moved over to him. "Hi, I'm Rachel."
He turned blue eyes on me and smiled. It was the smile that he was most known for. It lit up his entire face with boyish enthusiasm and made you feel that he was thrilled to be speaking with you. He was a handsome 22 year old, but something about him reminded me a lot of Harold and I found myself smiling. "Hi, I'm Brian. Darrin said you're going to help me." He offered his hand and I shook it.
"Yeah, that's the plan," I said. "Come on, I've got a studio set up." I waved for him to follow me.
Once we were back in the studio, I offered him a drink, which he declined, before getting down to business. "Ok, so I took a few of the demos that you recorded and reworked them. It's a completely different style for you, but I think it'll really work with your voice."
He grinned, "Cool, go ahead a play it."
I nodded, "Ok, on this first one, I'm doing the vocal track. I just couldn't use the original with the new rhythm, sorry."
He chuckled, "No worries. I won't judge."
I rolled my eyes, "Thanks." He just grinned and I started the track.
Brian's face lit up when the first notes played, and I felt a rush of relief that he liked it. His eyebrows lifted when he heard my voice add in the vocals, but he didn't comment. By the time the song ended, he was practically vibrating with excitement. The second the music ended, he burst out, "I love it! I've always wanted to get away from pop music, but I never really had a way to do it. Thank you, this is just what I've been looking for."
"Thanks, Brian." I said appreciating the honesty in his voice. "Now do you want to hear the other songs I have ready?"
His boyish grin was back as he said, "Hell, yeah!"
I laughed and played the other songs. He loved them and while I was setting up the studio to record the new tracks with him, Brian called Darrin. He had gone out into the hallway, so I have no idea what he told my boss. It made me slightly nervous, but since Brian was staying to record with me, I really wasn't too worried.
When he came back in the room, I said, "Alright, I'm ready for you."
He grinned, "Great. Darrin said he'd stop by in a bit. Apparently he wants to see you in action."
Instantly butterflies filled my stomach, but I rolled my eyes to cover. "Yeah, alright, here you go," I said offering him headphones. He took them and slipped one cup over his ear as he got situated behind the mic. I retreated back behind the sound board and we got started.
Brian had no difficulties picking up the new style, and I knew that I'd made a good choice in moving him towards the punk genre. We were about halfway through the second song when Darrin slipped quietly into the room. I stiffened slightly when he came in, but I kept my focus on Brian. He faltered on the bridge and I stopped him.
"Hey, Brian give me a second here. I have an idea to make that easier for you." I said into the microphone that allowed communication between the two areas of the studio.
"Sure thing, Rach. I'll just grab some water," He agreed readily.
"Alright, cool." I replied, before playing back the song. I could feel Darrin’s eyes on me, but I didn't acknowledge him yet. I didn't want to lose my train of thought. I quickly found the spot that was causing problems for Brian. I listened to it twice and then adjusted the chords in the background track. I listen to it once more and smiled. I thought that would work. I saved the track and finally turned to meet my boss' eyes.
"Hey, sorry about that. I didn't wanna lose the idea," I said apologetically.
He held up a hand, "It's quite alright. I was enjoying watching you work."
"Thanks," I said, blushing.
"It's remarkable. I've never seen that boy so relaxed in the studio," Darrin said.
I looked back over at Brian, he was drinking water and relaxing on the sofa in his portion of the studio. I smiled and explained, "I don't think pop music was ever his thing."
"I think you may be right, Rachel. You're doing great work." He said smiling at me.
"Thanks, if you want to stay, we should be able to get this second song done soon, and then I'd like for you to hear them both." I offered nervously.
"Sure, I'll just get some coffee and I'll be back in a minute." He said smiling kindly down at me.
"Thanks," I replied. He nodded and headed out of the room. I flicked the mic back on and said, "Alright Brian, I think I got the bridge fixed. Listen and let me know what you think."
"Ok, go ahead," he called out and I played it. He nodded, "Yeah, that'll work. Let's try it."
Instead of replying, I started the track as soon as he was behind his microphone. It worked and we were able to finish recording the song quickly. "Nice, Brian. You wanna come back here and listen to what we got today with Darrin?"
"Sure, Rach. Be right there," he said flashing me a grin as he grabbed his water.
When he and Darrin had joined me, I played the songs. They were both grinning by the time the music faded in the room. Brian was bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement, but he waited for Darrin’s verdict before saying anything. Darrin sucked in a deep breath and said, "This is wonderful. Rachel, you're a genius." He grinned at me for a moment before turning to Brian. "I think this is exactly what you were looking for Brian. Do you agree?"
Brian nodded enthusiastically, "Absolutely. Thanks so much Darrin."
"You're welcome. So I think we are all in agreement that you two will continue to work together, correct?"
Brian nodded and I smiled, and agreed, "Yeah."
"Great, then I will let you guys get back to work. Do you think you can have a full album ready by the end of the month?" He asked.
I thought about it, that'd give us three weeks. I thought we could do it, but it would depend on whether or not Brian had enough songs to fill the album. I turned to him, "The demo I got had 6 songs on it, do you have other songs in mind?"
Brian laughed, "Yeah, actually I've got a ton of stuff that I wrote, but my old producer wouldn't produce because it wasn't 'Pop' enough."
I grinned and turned back to Darrin, "Yeah, we're good."
He smiled back, "Excellent, then I will leave you to it. Keep up the good work."
We thanked him and after he left, we decided to break for the day, with Brian coming back the following day with the songs he'd written. I felt really good about everything and I really looke
d forward to working with Brian. I checked the time as I packed up my laptop. It was after seven and I groaned. I had hoped to be finished early enough that I could make dinner for Emma. She had been so great about making me food the last few days that I had wanted to take care of her tonight. I sank back in my chair and called Emma.
"Hey, Em, you busy?" I asked when she picked up.
"Not at all. How'd today go?" I could hear the smile in her voice and I grinned.
"It went really well, Brian was great to work with and Darrin decided that he wants us to have an album ready by the end of the month." I exclaimed, still not quite able to believe how quickly everything had changed in my life.
"Congrats, Rachel. That's awesome," She said enthusiastically.
"Thanks," I said smiling. "Hey, I was wondering if you'd had dinner yet."
"Not yet, I was actually hoping you'd be calling," Emma said shyly.
"Great, I'll be there in about 20 minutes. I wanna take you out to celebrate." I said, jumping up and heading towards my car.
She chuckled, "Alright, sounds good. I'll see you in a few."
"See you, Em."
That was the start of a pattern that Emma and I fell into over the course of the next few weeks. I'd call Emma when I finished at the studio and we'd meet, have dinner, and end up in bed together. Who's house we ended up at depended on what kind of mood we were in at the end of the day. The weekends were entirely different. We went to a few dancing clubs and a couple leather clubs, and we spent a lot of time in Emma's playroom, but we also spent time as a couple, enjoying each other's company. It was a perfect few weeks, with the exception of one night.
It was the Tuesday night before my Friday deadline. I was feeling incredibly stressed trying to get everything finished for the album and it was after 11pm when I pulled into Emma's driveway. I craved the submission that would let me forget about my worries for awhile, but when Emma let me in, my collar wasn't waiting for me on the table. I froze, staring at the table while Emma locked the door behind me.
She noticed my reaction and said, "I need to talk to you for a minute first." Her voice was hushed, but I could still hear the anxiety in it.
"Ok," I said, trying desperately not to let panic overtake me. I walked stiffly into the living room, trying not to let myself think that she was going to break up with me. I sat on the couch and waited for her to speak.
Emma paced the room, not meeting my eyes. After a long time she spoke, staring out the window and keeping her back to me. "I got a phone call today. I've been asked to fill in for another domme on Friday."
"Alright," I said carefully, still not sure where this was going. I had already told her several times that I wanted to perform with her.
She sighed. "Rachel, I don't want you to go with me."
"What!?" I yelled, jumping to my feet. "Why?"
Her voice hardened and her eyes were cold as she finally looked at me. "I have my reasons."
I was too furious to back down. "What are they, Emma? Do you want to break up with me? Is that what this is?"
Her eyes filled with horror and she reached out to lay a hand on my arm. "No, Rachel. I swear it's not that."
I shook her hand off my arm and stepped back from her, needing a little distance to maintain my anger. "Then what the Hell, Emma?"
Her hand dropped to her side and she looked away from me. "I'm not ready to share you," she said in a voice so quiet that I had to strain to hear her.
"What?" I gaped, not expecting this to be her reason.
She met my eyes and in a stronger voice said, "I'm not ready to share you with the community."
I exploded, my temper raging through me. "But it's fucking ok for me to have to share you?"
Emma's temper rose to meet mine, "That's entirely different, Rachel."
"How? How is it any different?" I demanded.
"You knew what my job was when you asked me out," she spat.
I looked away, feeling the anger begin to drain out of me, only to be replaced by such a profound feeling of betrayal that tears began filling me eyes. "Yeah, I know. But the thought of your hands on someone else…I can't, Em." I rushed out of the room, briefly considering leaving the house altogether, before rejecting that and swinging to the left to head into the bathroom. I knew I wouldn't leave until Emma ordered me to go. Even now, when I felt like I was being crushed by the weight of betrayal, I couldn't stand to leave the safety of Emma's house. I sunk to my knees on the floor of the bathroom and felt the first sob choke out.
Emma joined me in the bathroom and pulled me into her lap so she could wrap comforting arms around me. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I'm so sorry," She whispered, kissing the top of my head. I curled into her, sobbing into her shoulder. She rubbed my back as I cried and I began to calm down.
I wiped my face on my sleeve and couldn't meet her eyes. "I'm sorry," I whispered, feeling ashamed for my tears.
"Oh, honey, you have nothing to be ashamed about. I'm sorry. I didn't think this through." She said, brushing my hair behind my ear.
"Why?" I asked, shifting to put some distance between us.
She sighed. "I—I wanted your first time to be special. There is a party next month that I wanted to use as your debut."
"What's so special about this party?" I asked.
"Well, for one thing, it's in a private residence, so scenes can be more sexual in nature. I thought it would be easier to take you deep into the trance if I were able to touch you in more intimate ways. It was completely selfish, but I wanted to show you off." She said, looking anywhere but at me.
"That's why you want to use another sub on Friday?" I asked, surprised.
Her shoulders slumped, "Yes, I'm sorry."
I thought about the eagerness of the dommes to see the trance at the fundraiser, and wondered how much Emma's reputation would be affected if I wasn't able to trance on stage. "If you were to use me on Friday, would you be able to get me to fall into the trance?"
"I don't know. You've only done it a few times, and that was under some serious punishment. I doubt things will be that hardcore on Friday," she answered honestly.
I thought about it, hating the fact that I understood her reasoning, even though the idea of her touching someone else felt like a betrayal. I let out a heavy sigh. "I need you to promise me three things before I can be ok with this."
Her eyes flew to mine in surprise. "Are you sure?"
"No, but if you agree, I won't voice another objection." I answered, my voice harder than I intended.
She swallowed hard and nodded. "Alright, what are your conditions?"
I licked my lips and voiced the easiest of my demands. "I want you to use a guy on Friday."
She looked confused, "Why?"
I smirked, "Because unless you've been lying to me, you're a lesbian. It's harder to be jealous of a guy."
She offered a soft smile, "Ok. I promise I will use a male submissive. What else?"
I took a deep breath to gather my courage. "On Friday, I need you to tie me up in such a way that I can't do anything but watch your scene, but am obviously being punished by not being 'allowed' to participate. I don't care what lie you tell about why I'm being punished."
Emma looked startled. "Why?"
I scowled, "Because you're mine, Emma. I don't want any of those bitches you've been with before thinking that you're available for their pleasure."
Understanding rushed into her eyes, "Alright, love. I'll do it. But you might not like it."
I shrugged, "It's not about what I like, it's about what I need."
She nodded, "I know. What is your third demand?"
I swallowed as nerves suddenly danced over my skin. I found myself studying my hands as I said, "I'd like for you to push me into the trance tonight."
Emma didn't say anything for a long time and I had to fight the urge to squirm. Eventually, she used one finger to gently tip up my chin, forcing me to meet eyes that had gone dark with desire. "Are you sure?" She asked, each word sound
ing like both a warning and a promise.
A shiver ran through me and I grew instantly wet for her. "Yes," was the only answer I could give.
The second the word left my lips, Emma's fingers fisted in my hair, yanking me to her. I groaned when her lips crashed into mine. She pushed her tongue past my teeth and I opened for her, relaxing in her grip. As soon as she felt the tension leave me, Emma pulled away, quickly standing to look down on me, sprawled on her bathroom floor. Her eyes were hard and unyielding as they studied me. "You may regret that you asked me to do this, Rachel."
"No, I won't, Em. I need this," I said, a hint of challenge in my voice.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Will you use your safe word if I get too close to causing actual harm?"
Her question made my breath hitch. "Y-yes," I managed to get out.
"Then get your ass into the playroom, get undressed and wait for me," she barked out before turning on her heel and walking away.
I scrambled to my feet and rushed down the hall to obey. Kneeling naked in her playroom without my collar on made me feel incredibly self-conscious. Before tonight, I hadn't been more than three steps inside Emma's house without the collar on and I felt strangely exposed as I waited for her. I forced myself to stay still and not fidget, but it was difficult as Emma kept me waiting for nearly half an hour. It wasn't until she moved to stand directly in front of me that I knew the reason for the wait. Emma had changed into skirt, corset and boots made entirely of shiny latex. Heat raced to my center, my breath grew short, and my eyes rose to drink in the perfect sight of her in this outfit. When I met her eyes, Emma was smirking and I knew she loved my reaction to her appearance.
She dropped my collar in front of me. "Put it on," she barked.
I immediately grabbed it and buckled it into place. "Thank you, Mistress," I said, feeling the familiar shift settle over me.
She grinned, "You're welcome, my pet. Do you enjoy the sight of me in this outfit?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said honestly.
"Good, take a long look, because it will be the last thing you see before dawn." She said as she moved over to the cabinet. She returned with a blindfold and restraints. She paused, giving me one last look at her perfect figure being hugged by the latex, before tying the blindfold into place.