by Ellie Norton
"I heard that she will be doing a scene tonight." He was fishing, and I wasn't sure how to answer him. I still didn't know what lie Emma was going to use to explain why I wasn't joining her on stage.
"Yeah, she got asked to fill in for someone else," I replied carefully.
"Excellent, well perhaps I will have to stop by the club tonight." He grinned.
My blush deepened and I said, "Well, then I might see you later."
"Maybe, you will," he said with a final smirk as he left.
I let out a sigh and packed up my equipment. I sent Emma a quick message telling her that I was finished at work and on my way over. She immediately replied, telling me that she was out shopping and that if I got there first, I should let myself in. I sent her my agreement and climbed into my car.
I beat her home and felt a little weird about using the key she had given me. I hadn't had the opportunity to use it yet. When I opened the door, I immediately felt the emptiness of the house weigh down on me. It was really strange to be there without Emma. The sight of my collar waiting for me on the small table inside the door immediately calmed my anxiety. I moved over to it and let my fingers run across the soft leather. I decided to wait until after I had showered before putting it on. I didn't know if Emma would want me to wear it, or another one to the club, and I didn't want it to be wet all night. I picked it up and moved to the bathroom.
After my shower, I put on the silk robe that Emma had purchased for me. Only then did I buckle my collar into place. I decided to wait to reapply my makeup until I knew what Emma wanted me to wear that night. She still hadn't gotten home so I decided to start making dinner. Emma was due at the club at 9pm and I wanted to make sure that we both got a decent meal and had plenty of time to get ready before we had to leave. I moved around the kitchen, singing to myself as I made dinner.
I was so absorbed in my task that I didn't notice Emma come in. I was stirring sauce on the stove when her arms came around me. I froze for a split second until my brain registered the familiar weight of her pressed into my back.
"Hello, love," she said nuzzling my neck.
"Hi, Mistress. I didn't hear you come in."
"You were singing," she said huskily.
I smiled, "Cooking is more fun when you sing. Are you hungry?"
"Mmmm, I'm famished," she moaned into my ear, sending a tremor through my body. She chuckled and pulled back, "But I'll eat the dinner you made before I satisfy that hunger."
I blushed, turning to look at her. "Thank you, Mistress. The food is almost ready."
She cupped my cheek and locked her emerald eyes on me. "Thank you, Rachel."
"You're welcome, Mistress."
After we had finished eating and I had cleaned up the kitchen, Emma decided to take a bath before getting ready. We still had a couple of hours before we needed to leave for the club. She had me kneel next to the tub and wash her. The simple act of running soapy hands over her body soothed my growing anxiety over the evening.
Eventually, I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer. "May I ask you a question, Mistress?"
"Sure, Rachel. What's up?" She asked,
"What reason are you going to give people for why I'm not performing with you?"
She smirked and said, "I won't really need to give a reason. I'm just going to say that you are being punished. It should be enough."
"Oh, ok," I said, not convinced that it would be enough. I knew a lot of the dommes were hoping to witness a scene like at the clothing store.
Emma noticed and sat forward, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet her green eyes. "Rachel, it'll be alright. Let me worry about the other dommes," she insisted.
I sighed, "Alright, Mistress. I trust you."
"Good. Now you didn't mention it over dinner, but how was your day? Did you get everything done?" She released my face and settled back in the tub.
I grinned and started talking as I began to wash her feet. "Yeah, we got everything done. Darrin stopped by just as we were finishing. He was really happy and said that they want to preview the album at next week's grand opening of the new club."
"Oh, Rach, that's great," Emma said, smiling at me.
"Yeah, but that's not even the best part," I said.
Emma's eyebrow lifted. "What's the best part?"
"They want me to DJ the grand opening next Friday!"
Her jaw dropped. "Seriously?" I nodded, grinning. "Oh my God, that's amazing, Rachel!" Emma exclaimed, shifting to wrap her arms around me and pull me in for a celebratory kiss.
When our lips parted, I said, "I know. They could have gotten anyone for the opening. I mean, there are so many famous DJs that would be happy to work the opening of a new club, especially one with as much hype as the label has built up for Tusk. But they asked me instead. I just can't believe this is all really happening."
Emma grinned. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you, Em—Mistress," I said, momentarily forgetting where I was.
Emma's eyes were filled with amusement as she said, "It's ok."
I smiled, appreciating her. She returned the smile. After a moment, I said, "Oh, and Brian wants to take us out for drinks tomorrow night."
Emma froze. "W-what?" She stuttered.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling at Emma's nerves. "Brian wants to go out for drinks to celebrate tomorrow, Mistress. And he asked me to bring you because he wants to meet you.
"Brian Zane wants to meet me?" Her voice had gone up several octaves.
I couldn't keep the smile off my face any longer. "Yeah, he does."
"Oh my, God!"
"He's a really nice guy. I think you'll like him," I said encouragingly.
Emma's eyes narrowed as she focused back on me. I immediately tried to force my face into a sober expression and failed. Emma spoke in a low dangerous voice, "You're enjoying this."
"Yes, Mistress," I answered honestly.
She glared at me for another minute before her expression shifted into an evil smirk. My breath caught at the look, all trace of amusement vanishing under my sudden need to submit to my mistress' will. My eyes lowered without me making the conscious decision to do so. My mistress reached out a finger to lift my chin. When I met her eyes again, she said, "You've just given me all the motivation I needed to make your punishment convincing tonight."
I swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, Mistress."
Emma chuckled, "No, you're not, but you will be." She stood and I immediately grabbed a towel to dry her off. When I was done, she wrapped the towel around her body and left the room, calling back over her shoulder, "Oh, and Rachel, I'd love to have drinks with you and Brian tomorrow." I grinned, relaxing under the knowledge that my girlfriend wasn't angry with me, even if my mistress was. I put on a sober face and followed my mistress.
I found her in her bedroom. She had exchanged her towel for a silk robe. I immediately knelt just inside the doorway, waiting for her orders. She ignored me while she sat at her vanity to apply her makeup and do her hair. Her makeup was darker and more severe than I'd ever seen it before, but it made her eyes like they were constantly narrowed in anger and frustration. It was a surprisingly sexy look and I felt myself grow damp at the sight of her reflection in the vanity mirror. When her eyes were finished, Emma pulled her blonde hair back into a severe ponytail, using plenty of hairspray and gel to capture any stray hairs.
Once that was done to her satisfaction, my mistress called to me, "Come here, my pet. I have a job for you." I instantly rose to my feet and moved to stand beside her.
"Yes, Mistress?" I asked.
"I want you to braid my ponytail into as many small braids as you can," she demanded, handing me a small box of tiny black rubber bands.
"Yes, Mistress," I said, moving behind her to work. It took me a while, but eventually I hand turned her ponytail into about 15 small braids. "I'm finished, Mistress."
She immediately shook her head, causing the braids to lightly slap across my chest. I g
asped, as the braids reminded me of Emma's flogger. She met my eyes in the mirror and grinned. "Well, done my pet."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Now go into the playroom and get dressed, I laid out your outfit for tonight."
"Yes, Mistress," I said eagerly and rushed into the next room. I had no idea what she wanted me to wear, but I couldn't wait to see it. I stopped dead in my tracks. On the bed was a tiny black leather bra that would barely cover my nipples and would do nothing to support the weight of my breasts. Next to that was a sheer black skirt, which was so short that it would barely cover my ass when I knelt. The final article of clothing was a pair of red lace crotch-less panties. I immediately began to blush.
I dragged myself over to the bed and picked up the underwear. What the hell did I get myself into?
"Is there a problem with your clothes, Rachel?" Emma's voice rang out from behind me.
I turned to face her, certain that my face matched the color of the underwear in my hand. I licked my lips nervously and said, "No, Mistress."
She studied me for a minute before crossing the room to me. I expected her to wrap me into a hug to sooth my embarrassment. Instead, she wrapped one finger through the loop in my collar and pulled me roughly against her. "Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you, Mistress," I whispered.
"That's right, you're mine to do with as I please. It will please me if you wear this tonight," she said and I could feel the submission settle over me as I accepted the truth of her words.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I want you on display tonight. Do you have a problem with that?"
I thought about it and trembled against her. "No, Mistress."
"Good, now put on your fucking clothes," She demanded, releasing her hold on my collar so quickly that I stumbled.
"Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry," I said as I rushed to get dressed. My mistress watched silently while I pulled on the clothes. When I got to the bra, she helped me position it and I realized that it actually offered more support than I expected. Once the clothes were on, I looked down at myself and imagined the looks I would receive. I sucked in a short gasp as the image made me instantly wet.
Emma chuckled, "Now you like your outfit, don't you?"
"Yeah, Mistress," I admitted breathily.
She ran a soft finger down my spine. "I knew you would, my pet," she purred in my ear. The combination of sensations made me arch my back, thrusting my breasts forward. My mistress immediately attached her mouth to the soft curve of skin just below my heart. I moaned, my knees going weak as she bit. Her arms immediately wrapped around me, supporting my weight. After a moment, she pulled away. "You look amazing in this, Rachel."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said, still feeling a little dazed.
She chuckled softly and said, "You're welcome. I have some accessories for this, but we'll add them later. Help me get dressed, then I'll do your makeup. I have a very specific look in mind for you tonight."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, curious as to what she wanted to do with my makeup. I followed my mistress over to the closet in the playroom. I could only gape at the contents. Emma had never opened the closet before while I had been in the room. It was a huge walk-in closet completely stuffed with dominatrix costumes. My mistress gave me the time to take in the sheer magnitude of options before heading for the leather leggings. She chose a pair of red leggings that matched the color of my underwear, before moving to select a black leather bodice and a pair of black thigh-high stiletto boots. She piled each item in my arms and was about to close the door when she grabbed a pair of black, shiny leather stilettos. We carried everything back to the bed and Emma dropped the robe she had been wearing. She had put on a small pair of satin panties after her bath. The sight of her in just the panties made my mouth grow dry. She was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. She caught the look in my eye and smiled. I returned the smile and quickly knelt to help her step into the leggings.
When she was dressed, but before she put on the shoes, Emma led me back to her bedroom and sat me down at the vanity. She turned my face away from the mirror so I couldn't see what she was doing. As she worked, she gave me short orders on where to look or when to blink, which I obeyed, curious to see what the effect would look like. It felt like she was putting clown makeup on me, but I trusted her not to. After a long time, she had me blot my lipstick on a tissue and she stood back. She studied me with a grin. "Perfect, you may look now."
I turned slowly and gasped. My face looked tear-wrecked, but in an attractive way. She had expertly applied my eyeliner so that it looked like tears had dragged the black down my cheeks. She had even put red liner above the lashes on my lower lids so my eyes looked swollen by tears. The effect should have looked terrible, but she actually did it in such a way that I looked like an innocent who had just finished crying. In combination with the kiss swollen look she had given my lips, the makeup and clothing made me look like a submissive who had just been punished harshly. I smiled softly. "Thank you, Mistress. You did an excellent job."
"I'm glad you like it, love. Now, for the finishing touches," she said smiling at me. "Go grab the black sack off the bed." I immediately obeyed, bringing the sack to her, curious as to what else she would add. She didn't take the bag from me, saying, "Go ahead and look, it's all for you, my pet."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said before reaching my hand into the sack. The first thing I pulled out was a new red collar. This one was thick and made of stiff leather. My eyes went wide at the sight of it. My mistress just grinned and unbuckled the collar I was wearing. I fumbled at getting the new collar buckled into place, and my mistress helped. Once it was positioned, my heart began to race. The collar was huge, taking up most of the skin on my neck and unyielding enough to make it difficult to move my head without twisting my shoulders. Emma's hands settled on my shoulders, gently pulling me back to rest against her.
"It's ok, love. I've got you," she said and I relaxed. She wouldn't let anything happen to me.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome. Now see what else I got you." She said, motioning back to the bag. I nodded and reached in to pull out new red wrist and ankle cuffs.
The red matched the lace of my underwear and Emma's leggings and I grinned. "Thank you, Mistress," I said offering her the cuffs to buckle into place.
She caught my eye and said, "You may not thank me later, Rachel. I intend to keep your wrists locked together from the moment we enter the club until we leave."
The idea sent a jolt of heat straight to my core and I whimpered. "That's alright, Mistress."
Amusement danced in her eyes, and she encouraged me to pull out the next object from the bag. This was a matching leather leash that had a second clip hanging next to the handle. I studied it, trying to figure out the clip's purpose. After a moment, Emma sighed, "It clips to your wrist cuffs. You said you wanted me to make sure that you had to watch my scene and this will prevent you from being able to look down."
"Oh," I said, feeling my eyes go wide as everything began to make sense. "So, that's why you got such a big collar."
"Yes, my pet," my mistress said with a small smile.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said. And I meant it; she had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to make everything give the illusion of me being punished for some disobedience, which was exactly what I asked for. I smiled, appreciating how far she was willing to go for me. She smiled and took the bag for the last object. It was a small ball gag on a red leather strap. The smile died on my lips and I froze, staring at Emma in sudden panic. Her arms were surrounding me in an instant.
She gently stroked my back and whispered nonsense in my ear until the panic faded. "Shhh, it's ok. I won't let anything happen to you. You'll be ok." As I began to relax in her arms she said, "I know being gagged is hard because it means you can't say the safe word, but I promise I will protect you."
"I know you will, but I don't know if I can do this with the gag."
"Rachel, what is your safe word?" Emma asked patiently.
I didn't know what she was getting at, but I answered. "Red."
She nodded, "And what color are all of your restraints?"
My eyes went wide with shock. "Red," I answered after a moment.
She nodded, "You will be safe in all of this. The only time I will not be touching you will be during the scene. And during that time, you will be on stage with me. I have a red hand handkerchief for you. If you panic and need to use the safe word, drop the fabric. You will be instantly released."
"But if my hands are behind my back, how will you see me drop it?" I asked, still feeling my anxiety rise.
She smiled hesitantly, "I asked Ava to come tonight to watch over you during the scene. I told her everything and so she knows that you aren't actually being punished, but she won't give it away. Is that alright? I thought you would feel more comfortable with her than with anyone else."
I relaxed. "Thank you. You think of everything, Mistress."
"I love you, Rachel. I just want you to be happy. I know watching the scene will be hard for you, so I wanted to do everything I could to make it easier for you."
I smiled and cupped her face in my hands. Just before I closed my lips over hers I whispered, "I love you too, Mistress."
Emma broke the kiss and snarled, "I did not give you permission for that."
My arms instantly dropped to my sides and I lowered my gaze. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I said, smiling. Her voice was harsh, but her green eyes had belied the pleasure I had seen in her eyes.
Emma huffed and stalked over to the bed. She sat heavily on the mattress and ordered, "Get over here, pet." I immediately did as she asked, kneeling on the floor in front of her. When I was in position, she continued, "I'm not so sure that you deserve this any longer, but I had decided to give you a little pleasure to get you through tonight. You may pick which kind of pleasure you want." She handed me another bag. I immediately opened it and pulled out a small red rubber butt plug and a small red dildo. I blushed, making my mistress chuckle. "The dildo also has a harness to keep it inside if you choose it, though it would ruin the line of your panties. But the choice is yours."