Mistress Bonita

by Ellie Norton

  Chapter 9

  "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. Once it was secure, she leaned down and whispered, "The only reason you are not being gagged tonight is so that you will be able to say your safe word if you need to. You may make any noise you want, but the only word you are allowed to speak before I let you sleep tonight is your safe word. Do you understand?"

  I automatically opened my mouth to answer, but I stopped myself before the words came out. I nodded instead, clamping my lips closed. My mistress chuckled, "Good, girl. You are also not allowed to come before I give you permission. Do you understand?" I nodded again. "Good. Now stand up."

  I immediately moved to obey and I could feel Emma's hands steadying me as I did so. Once I was on my feet, I felt her wrap soft leather cuffs around each wrist and both of my ankles. She then gripped my collar and led me over to the side of the room and made me wait while she moved back to her cabinet. I could hear her rifling through the contents for a moment before she moved back over to me. I could hear the soft rustle of a metal chain and I wondered what she was going to do. The anticipation made my heart race as moisture pooled between my legs. I felt the weight of the chain being attached to my collar and then I was being forced to turn and face the wall. My mistress attached the other end of the chain to the wall and told me to try to move away. I was able to take one step backwards before I was stopped by the chain. I whimpered, and she chuckled.

  "Step back towards the wall, my pet." She ordered and I obeyed. Then she attached each of my wrists to the wall so that my arms were slightly bent, but pulled out from my body, leaving my sides exposed. When she was done, my mistress began to tickle my sides. I squealed and squirmed under the assault, but I was unable to get away. When my knees grew weak from laughter, I found that the cuffs on my wrists caught my weight before the chain on my neck. Emma immediately stopped tickling me and I knew that she had only done it so that I would know the chain wouldn't choke me if my legs gave out during whatever delightful tortures she had planned. I let out an appreciative moan as I got my feet back under me, lifting the weight from my wrists. My mistress ran a gentle hand down my hair before bending down to attach a spreader bar between my ankle cuffs.

  When she was done, Emma took a step back to admire me. "God, Rachel you are beautiful when you are helpless," she said appreciatively. I whimpered making her chuckle again. Then her hands were on me, gently stroking my body. I leaned into the touch, enjoying the feeling of her soft hands on my skin. Eventually, her hands reached around me to brush delicately along the underside of my breasts. I moaned and without warning she pinched both of my nipples and twisted them. I gasped, heat instantly shooting straight to my core. She released me and moved away. I could hear her drag a chair over to rest near me before she moved back towards the cabinet again. When she returned, she placed several objects on the chair before selecting one and moving to press her body against my exposed back. The feeling of the cold latex sent a shiver through me and I whimpered.

  She chuckled lightly in my ear, as she reached around to tease my nipples. I groaned, arching into her touch, my nipples hardening against her soft skin. When they were taught enough to suit her, I felt the soft bite of clamps close around them. I grunted at the slight pain as she adjusted them to a tighter fit. I immediately realized that these were different clamps than the last ones she used. These had small weights attached to them, pulling gently down on my nipples. Once they were adjusted, she gave me a sharp slap on my ass and I jerked, causing the weights to bounce and add pressure to my pinched nipples. I yelped and she laughed. "I told you that you might regret your request, my pet. I'm just getting started."

  I whimpered and she turned back to the chair. I had no idea what she picked up until the first stinging blow of the flogger fell over my back. Another yelp escaped my lips as I jerked forward, and the weights bounced again. Another blow landed and I moaned as my nipples were tugged on again. With each blow from the flogger, I squirmed against my restraints and the gentle tug on my breasts felt like a nerve was running from each nipple straight to my clit. By the fifth strike from the flogger I was panting out little moans, and struggling against the orgasm that was trying to rip through me. After that, I lost track of the number of times the flogger fell onto my vulnerable skin, but at some point, I sagged in my restraints, submitting to the sensations, while still holding the orgasm at bay. My mistress immediately stopped and asked, "Rachel, are you alright?"

  I immediately nodded. "Good. Though I think we'll try something else now, as this doesn't seem to be enough for you. Can you take more?" I nodded again and Emma placed a tender kiss to my temple. "Good," she said before removing the spreader bar from between my legs and releasing me from the wall. She led me over to the bench and had me kneel over it, immediately securing my wrists and legs to the bench. She ran a single finger through my folds. "So wet," she murmured and I knew she wasn't speaking to me. I squirmed, wanting her fingers inside, but unable to ask for in. She chuckled, and lightly slapped my butt. "Not yet, my pet." I groaned, but stopped wiggling. I could feel the weight of her eyes as she studied me.

  After a long time she asked, "Rachel, do you trust me?" I nodded. "I would like to try something new tonight. You may tell me no, but I'd like for you to consider it first. Can you do that?" I nodded again. "I know you've been curious about it, so I'd like to put a small plug in here. Will you let me?" She asked, pressing a finger softly against my anus. I instinctively shifted away and she sighed, instantly pulling her finger away. "Ok, we'll do something else."

  She stood up and started to move away and I found my voice. "No wait, Mistress." I took a deep breath and felt a blush creep up my cheeks. She stopped, waiting. "I—I am curious. Will it hurt?"

  "Not if it's done right. If you let me, it can feel really good." She said.

  "Ok, you can do it." I said, feeling a little apprehensive, but I did trust her.

  "Are you sure?" She asked.

  "I trust you," I replied.

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome, Mistress."

  She immediately went to the cabinet and quickly came back. "We'll take this slowly. If you need me to stop, just tell me, otherwise, no more words."

  "Yes, Mistress," I answered immediately, and then whimpered as her hand came down hard on my ass.

  "I said no more talking," she snarled.

  I nodded my understanding and she gently rubbed my butt where she had slapped it, soothing the tender skin. I relaxed and heard a bottle of lube open. I immediately tensed, but she just rubbed a lubricated finger over the pucker of muscles surrounding my anus. Gradually, I let myself relax again. When I had, she used the tip of one of her long slender fingers to tease my hole. It felt surprisingly good and I relaxed further. When she dipped the tip of the finger past the tight muscle, I tensed back up, and she said, "It's ok. I won't hurt you, just relax and let me in." I nodded and forced myself to relax. There was a slight resistance and then I felt her finger inside, gently wiggling and I gasped. It felt surprisingly good. I let out a little moan, which was apparently what my mistress was waiting for because she began slowly thrusting the finger in and out of me. Another moan escaped my lips as I felt heat rush to my center and I realized that my hips began rocking into her thrusts, wanting to feel more of her.

  "You're doing really well, Rachel. Are you ready for more?" I nodded and she removed her finger. She added more lube and gently pressed two of her fingers back into me. I groaned, feeling the muscle in my anus stretch around her fingers. She scissored the two fingers, making me stretch more before thrusting gently. As I relaxed more and accepted the strange sensations. I was surprised at how good it
felt and how much it heightened my arousal. My nipples were hard as a rock in the clamps and I found myself panting at the pleasure her fingers were giving me. After a while she asked, "Are you ready for more?" I nodded eagerly, blushing at how much I wanted her to continue.

  She removed her fingers and put lube on the plug before gently pressing it into me. I gasped, it was slightly larger than her fingers, but once it was past the ridge of muscle, it filled me up and I flexed around it. It felt really good, and I felt my blush deepen. "Good, girl. Do you like the way it feels?" I nodded. "Good, now as a reward, you may come," she said, and I could hear the pride in her voice. Her fingers trailed through my dripping folds and she began to stroke and tease my clit. I moaned and she sped up her movements. In seconds, the orgasm crashed over me and I let out a long moan, as I shuddered out my release. The muscles in my ass clamped around the phallus and a second orgasm rocketed through me.

  "I didn't say you could come twice," my mistress snapped and a sharp blow landed on my ass. It jarred the plug inside me in a very pleasant way and I yelped. She placed another slap to the other cheek and I jerked forward in my bonds. As she continued to spank me, I convulsively clenched around the plug and my pleasure grew. I gritted my teeth against my need to come again and panted out short breaths between blows. A sudden realization fell over me and I relaxed in my bonds. I had finally given Emma complete access and control over every inch of my body. I trusted her completely, and I no longer held anything back from her. I belonged to Emma, completely and utterly. I was hers. The thought sent me spiraling immediately into my trance. I felt my heart and soul open to her, submitting completely to her will and her desires. The blush faded from my cheeks and I smiled. Every muscle in my body relaxed and I felt whole in a way I never had before.

  I began to sing. I didn't intend to disobey her, but the words came tumbling out and I was headless to stop them.

  As soon as I started singing, my mistress stopped raining blows down on my tender skin. By the time I finished the first verse, she had the cuffs off my wrists and ankles and the clamps off my nipples. She pulled me into her arms and removed the blindfold. She stared down at me as I sang, and I didn't stop until the first tear ran down her cheek.

  I reached up and gently brushed it away. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to disobey you, or make you cry.

  "It was a happy tear. I love you, Rachel," she said with a gentle smile.

  I smiled back. "I love you too, Mistress."

  She kissed me gently and I melted into the embrace. She broke the kiss and I grinned up at her. "What made you sing, love?" She asked.

  "I belong to you, Mistress," I said.

  "I know, Rachel. You have for a while now. But what made you sing now?" She asked again.

  Understanding trickled slowly through the placid happiness of my deep trance. "There are no more barriers between us. You own everything, Mistress."

  She smiled, "So, I do. You never cease to amaze me, love."

  I had no response to that, so I just smiled. She shifted and told me to lean back over the bench. "I'm going to remove the plug. Just push and it'll come out easier."

  "Yes, Mistress," I said, following her orders as the plug slid out of me. When she went to the bathroom to clean it, I shifted so I could kneel and wait for her to return. She wasn't gone long, but when she came back, she immediately stopped in the doorway.

  "Rachel?"

  "Yes, Mistress?"

  "Please come to bed with me." She said quietly.

  I immediately jumped to my feet and moved to join her. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once there, she hesitated and I asked, "May I remove your clothes, Mistress?"

  She studied my eyes for a long moment. "You're deeper than you've ever been," she announced, and I think she was speaking more to herself than me, but I answered anyway.

  "I gave you everything."

  She smiled softly. "And I will treasure it, always." When I grinned back at her, she relaxed. "Yes, you may remove my clothes."

  "Thank you, Mistress." I answered and knelt to remove her boots.

  When we were lying in her bed, I asked, "May I touch you?"

  "Yes, love. Touch me however you want." My mistress said.

  "I just want to please you, Mistress." I answered.

  Her breath caught and wonder filled her eyes as she studied me. "Then make love to me, Rachel."

  I smiled, "Yes, Mistress." And I did for hours. I was still deep in my trance and blissfully happy when I drifted off into sleep lying safely in my mistress' arms.

  On Friday morning, I woke in my own bed with apprehension running through me. My mind was already racing with everything I needed to accomplish that day. Emma moaned and rolled towards me, laying her head on my shoulder.

  "You're thinking too loudly, love."

  I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead. "Sorry, Em. It's just going to be a long day."

  "I know, but you'll get everything done," She said, smiling up at me.

  I returned the smile and rolled her onto her back so I could kiss her. "Thanks. I really hate to say this, but I have to go," I said when I had to come up for air.

  "I know. I'll be at home when you're done. Are you sure you still want to go tonight?" She asked hesitantly.

  "Yes," I said, gently biting her neck. She let out a moan and I pulled back to catch her gaze. "I'm not leaving you alone with those bitches tonight."

  Her anxiety faded and she nodded. "Alright, are you still up for everything else tonight?"

  I smiled softly, "Yes, Em. It was my idea, remember?"

  "I know. It's just—" She broke off.

  "It will be difficult. I'm not denying that, but I'm actually looking forward to the part where we get home and you get to make it all up to me," I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

  Emma let out a small huff of laughter. "What makes you think you will deserve my attentions when we get home tonight?" She asked, teasingly.

  I lowered my eyes and forced my voice to soften into a decent imitation of innocence and said, "Won't it please you to have me helplessly at your mercy, Mistress? I only want to please you." I had only intended to bait Emma, but as I spoke, the truth of my words rang out, surprising me.

  While I was trying to sort through my emotions, Emma flipped me over and pinned me under her. I met her eyes and the look of possessive hunger in their green depths swept all thoughts out of my mind. She leaned down to purr in my ear, "You always please me, my pet." I whimpered as need raked through me. Emma chuckled and rolled out of bed, moving towards the kitchen and the coffee pot. "Get dressed, Rachel. You've got a big day ahead of you." I moaned and climbed out of bed.

  At 4pm, Darrin walked into the studio. Brian was finishing the last of his recordings and he sounded great. My boss waited until Brian was done to step forward.

  "Nice job, Rachel. You've done great work with him," he said grinning down at me.

  I smiled, feeling really proud. "Thanks, it's been great working with Brian." I waved through the window for Brian to join us at the soundboard.

  "I'm glad to hear that. If this album takes off the way I think it will, I'd like for you to continue to work with him," Darrin explained as Brian came into the room.

  "Sweet, thanks Darrin," Brian said enthusiastically.

  I smiled and said, "Thanks. Would you like to hear that last track?"

  When they both nodded, I pulled it up, layering in the background tracks. We all listened closely and I couldn't keep the grin off my face. It had turned out perfectly. When the song ended, both men expressed their appreciation and I couldn't keep the grin off my face. Darrin announced, "We're going to release the album just as soon as we line up the distributors, but we'd like to preview it next week at the grand opening of our new club, Tusk. And we'd like you to DJ the grand opening Rachel."

  "Seriously?" I asked, dumbfounded. Brian just stared at us, his mouth hanging open in shock.

  Darrin chuckled. "Yeah, Miss Martel. I have a f
eeling you'll do wonderfully."

  "Thanks, that's amazing," I managed as a wide grin broke across my face.

  Brian pulled me into a bear hug and said, "Congrats, Rach. You deserve it."

  "Thanks, Brian," I said laughing at his exuberance.

  "Alright, drinks are on me tonight. You in?" He asked, grinning.

  I blushed and glanced away, "I'm sorry, dude. I've got plans for tonight."

  "Why are you blushing? What are you doing?" Brian asked.

  From the corner of my eye, I saw the knowing smirk on Darrin’s lips, but I ignored him, turning back to the singer. "I've got a date with my girlfriend tonight," I said matter-of-factly, hoping he'd drop it.

  Brian's face fell, "Ok, well I can't compete with that. How about tomorrow then? You can bring your girl. I'd like to meet her."

  I smiled. "That'd be great. Thanks, I know she'd love to meet you," I said, trying to hide my relief that he wasn't pressing me for details.

  "Cool, call me tomorrow and we'll make plans," he said smiling.

  "Sure."

  "Alright, well I'll see you then. Thanks again, Darrin."

  "You're welcome, Brian. I'll call you next week about the opening," Darrin replied. Brian nodded and left with a final wave. When we were alone, Darrin turned to me, and I felt butterflies begin to dance in my belly. "You really did a great job with this album, Rachel. I'm very happy that we found you."

  "Thanks. I've really enjoyed working with Brian. He's got a lot more talent than he was using before."

  "I know, I just didn't have the right person to help him showcase it before now," Darrin said.

  "Thanks," I said with a smile. "Um, is there anything else I can do for you today?"

  He laughed. "No, go ahead and go home. I'm sure Ms. Parker would like the opportunity to get you ready for tonight," he said with a knowing glint in his eye.

  I blushed. "Yeah, probably."