by Ellie Norton
I knew that a week ago I would have chosen the dildo without any hesitation, but after Tuesday night, I was no longer sure. I had really enjoyed the plug and I wondered what it would feel like to have it in while I followed my mistress through the crowded club. I shifted so I could make out my reflection in Emma's full-length mirror. The effect of the clothes, accessories and makeup would be slightly marred by the addition of a leather harness on my hips. I blushed and held up the plug for my mistress. "I'd like this one, please."
Emma grinned, "I'd hoped you'd pick this one. Come on, let's go get the lube to put this in, and then we'll need to get going."
She offered me her hand and I took it, looking at the clock as I stood. I was surprised to see that it really was time to leave. Nerves immediately danced through my system. Emma gave my hand a little squeeze as we moved into the playroom. She told me to pull the underwear down and bend over the bed while she got the lube. She repeated the process of stretching out my muscles before gently inserting the plug. When it was in, Emma's fingers slide down to push into my throbbing core. I moaned, feeling penetrated from both sides for the first time ever. The sensation immediately sent waves of release washing through me. My inner walls clamped down on my mistress' fingers as the muscles in my ass clamped down around the plug. When a final shudder, I sagged against the bed.
"Well done, love." Emma said, gently stroking my back.
"Thank you, Mistress." I said breathlessly.
She chuckled and said, "When you can, pull up your panties and we'll go.
"Yes, Mistress," I said and pushed myself up. I had to pause when I bent over to grab my underwear, because the movement put pressure on the plug and I nearly came again. Eventually, I got myself put back together enough to help my mistress into her boots. I stepped into the shoes Emma had picked out for me and stood for a final inspection.
She attached the leash to my collar and let it hang between my breasts as she slowly circled me. From behind me, she said, "You look perfect, my pet," as she slapped my ass.
I yelped and stumbled forward a step. I panted, "Thank you, Mistress."
Emma chuckled, "You're welcome, now let's go." She led me towards the garage and I stopped, realizing that she wasn't going to let me wear an overcoat this time. She was smirking at me when she turned back to see why I wasn't following. "If you are being punished, why would I give you the courtesy of letting you cover yourself, my pet?"
I had to swallow several times before I was able to choke out, "But I'm not really being punished. Please may I have a jacket?" I asked, even though the thought of walking through the parking lot in my current state actually turned me on. I had no idea before Emma came along that I actually wanted to be on display.
"No, you wanted this to be believable, Rachel. I'm doing what I can for you," she said and I could hear the frustration in her voice.
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
She sighed, "Look you have a choice, you can either trust me and follow my lead tonight, or go home and I will call you tomorrow, or I can tie you to the bed in the playroom and come get you when I get home. Pick one."
I knew she meant it, and the idea that she thought I might not trust her made my heart sink. "I trust you, Mistress. I belong to you." I said in a rush, hoping she could see the honesty in my eyes.
"Good, now is there anything else you need to say to me before I gag you?" She asked, and I could see the relief on her face.
I wanted to ask why she was putting the gag on here, but I didn't want to push her any further, so I simply said, "I love you, Em."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she just said, "I love you too," as she pushed the ball into my mouth and buckled it in place under my hair. She waited while I grew accustomed to the feeling of it before she asked, are you alright?" I nodded and we left the house.
Chapter 10
Riding in the car was a bit of an adventure. Each bump in the road jostled the plug and made me whimper. Each time Emma would glance over to see if I was ok, and then would chuckle at the need I'm positive was blazing from my eyes. The first time she did this, I grunted in frustration and shifted restlessly, trying to find a better was to sit that wasn't pressing so heavily against the plug. My mistress reached over and took my hands in hers, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb. Her touch calmed me and I relaxed, resigning myself to the arousal spiraling through me.
My heart began pounding in anticipation when Emma pulled into a parking spot and turned off the car. She turned to me, "Are you ready?" I met her eyes and nodded. She grinned, "Good. I'm going to come get you. I'll buckle your cuffs together after you get out of the car." I nodded my understanding, and she hesitated. "You look amazing tonight, Rachel. I love you."
I squeezed her fingers and tried to show her with my eyes how much I loved her. She smiled softly and kissed my forehead. I leaned into her for a moment breathing in her familiar scent. Then she got out of the car, using long purposeful strides to come around the front of the car to collect me. I took one deep breath to steel my nerves before she yanked open the door. As she pulled me out of her car, she met my gaze, and I saw the apology in her eyes before they hardened into an annoyed look. She spun me back around and pressed me against the car to clip my cuffs together. Her aggression sent heat shooting to my center, and I was grateful for the gag because it prevented me from grinning and giving away our act. Maybe I would have some fun at the club tonight after all.
When my wrists were connected behind my back, my mistress grabbed the leash and roughly tugged me after her, giving me no choice but to obey. There were a few other people in the parking lot, also heading into the club. My eyes were lowered obediently, but I saw the moment they noticed us from the corner of my eye. They stopped to watch us pass. The feeling of their eyes on us sent waves of desire through me and I had to struggle to suppress the moan that wanted to escape. Emma helped by jerking on the leash, which turned the moan into a whimper as I stumbled forward a couple of steps to bring myself closer to her. When we finally reached the door, I meekly held it open for her with my shoulder. She kept hers eyes focused in front of her, her face a perfect mask of anger and frustration, but her fingers trailed across my bare stomach. It was a gentle caress that reminded me that she wasn't actually annoyed with me. I hadn't even realized that I needed the reminder until after the fingers were gone and I was being pulled into the club.
The bouncer didn't stop us, but I could feel the surprised look he gave me when he caught sight of my apparent tear-streaked face. As we made our entrance, all conversation in the vicinity stopped as gradually all eyes slowly turned to look at us. Emma paused, and I could feel her shift as she looked over the room. I waited, eyes lowered, my breath growing short at the weight of so many gazes studying me. It was a huge turn on and moisture pooled between my legs. I whimpered into the gag as I clenched convulsively around the plug. Emma shot me an annoyed look and dragged me into the crowd. It parted before us, but my mistress did not falter. When we had passed, conversation picked back up, a softly enough that I couldn't make out any words. Near the stage, Emma stopped, and I knelt as gracefully as possible without the use of my arms for balance. A pair of shiny red heels the only thing in my immediate line of sight.
"Nikki, I was just looking for you," Emma said, in an overly polite tone used to mask her feigned annoyance with me.
As the heels turned to face us, I only had a moment to marvel at Emma's acting abilities before I heard the soft gasp come from the other woman. I felt the blush rise unheeded to my cheeks as she stared down at me. Nikki's voice was completely professional as she turned back to my mistress and asked, "Bonita, what can I do you for?"
Emma huffed letting her annoyance show, "If you still want me to perform tonight, I will need to borrow one of your boys."
Nikki chuckled, "Oh, having some trouble my dear?"
My mistress ground her teeth, growling out, "Not anymore. But my pet has lost the privilege of being in the scene with me. Haven't you, slave?" Sh
e said the last to me, giving the leash a tug that pulled me towards her and brought out another whimper. I nodded and Emma relaxed the tension on the leash, letting me sink back to sit on my heels.
"Oh dear," Nikki said, a note of amusement in her voice. "Well, I'd be happy to let you use my Anthony. He's been restless recently and I believe that he would benefit from your attentions."
"Excellent. Thank you, Nikki," Emma said, her voice pleased. I didn't try to stop the distressed moan from escaping at the sound.
"Oh, she doesn't like that at all, does she?" Nikki asked, clearly enjoying the situation immensely.
"No she doesn't," My mistress replied as she reached down to tilt my chin up with one slender finger. Her green eyes held a hint of the concern she was feeling and I settled back down. I was ok and my mistress could see that in my eyes. She gave my cheek a subtle caress as she turned back to the other woman, saying lightly, "But that's why it's a fitting punishment for my pet."
Nikki chuckled, "I can see that." Then her voice sobered, "But I have to admit that I'm a little sad. I had so hoped to see her on stage tonight."
Emma sighed. "Me too," she lied. "But here we are. If she behaves better, she will join me at the Campman's party next month."
"Not before then?" Nikki asked, pouting.
"No. I don't have any other jobs scheduled before then, and I'm trying to finish my second book, so I don't believe we will make another public appearance before their party," Emma explained and I squirmed in disappointment. I really liked going out to the clubs with her and I didn't want to have to wait a month before the next time. My mistress glanced down at me. When she saw that I was looking up at her, she smirked and I knew that she knew what I was thinking. I blushed and lowered my eyes again.
Nikki sighed, "Does that mean I can't entice you to work my ladies night next Friday?"
I froze, waiting for Emma's answer. "No, I have a prior engagement that night," she announced, running a hand down my hair to sooth me. I relaxed, leaning carefully into the touch.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, I will send Anthony to you when it's time for your scene. Will that work for you?" Nikki asked.
"That will be fine. Thank you," My mistress said politely. She gave a short tug on the leash and I slowly got to my feet. Emma offered a hand to help support me as I stood and I hummed appreciatively.
Emma led me through the crowd, before finding a seat on one of the couches. She sat on one end with me at her feet. Gradually, people began wandering over to speak with her and I marveled at the command she showed even in a room full of other dominant personalities. It was as though she was a queen at court. When asked, she stuck to her vague story about the reason for my punishment. Expressing her feigned anger at me beautifully, constantly tugging on my collar or gently pulling my hair. The combination of the pitying looks I caught glimpses of from the other subs, the hungry looks I saw from the dommes, and my mistress' touch served to drive me to the point of nearly painful arousal.
I was panting, struggling to calm my aching need after the most recent domme's visit when Ava joined Emma on the couch. I didn't realize it was her until she spoke. "Having fun you guys?" She asked in a voice soft enough that no one else would hear.
I immediately blushed, letting out a frustrated whimper which made both dommes laugh. "We're fine, Ava," Emma said lightly, and I groaned.
"Yeah, I can see that." She said and I could feel her brown eyes on me. I squirmed, my blush deepening.
"It may not seem like it, but Rachel is actually enjoying herself. Aren't you, my pet?" Emma asked, laying a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shifted awkwardly, not wanting to admit it, but only managing to shift into a position that pressed the butt plug deeper into me. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Emma's fingers suddenly trembled on my shoulder and I realized that she was struggling with her own desire as much as I was. I leaned against her, trying to convey my love for her and she fisted her hand in my hair again, twisted my face up to look Ava in the eye. "Are you enjoying yourself Rachel? Answer us," she snapped out. My center clenched in response and I immediately nodded as much as I was able to. Emma's fingers immediately gentled in my hair.
Ava's eyebrows shot up when I met her eyes. "Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded again. "Are the tear streaks real?" She asked me, and I could see the protective glint in her eye. I wanted to smile, but I couldn't with the ball gag in my mouth. I just shook my head. She sucked in a sharp breath and turned to Emma. "You really go all out."
"Yes," She answered simply.
"If you do this much staging to avoid a scene, I can't wait to see you guys do a scene for real," Ava said. Emma laughed and I had to swallow hard against the laughter that tried to escape my throat. I knew I wasn't supposed to look like I was enjoying my fake punishment. After a moment, Ava continued, "No seriously, I've been watching you guys since you came in. If I didn't know any different, I would have bought this act without a shadow of a doubt."
"Thank you, that was what Rachel asked for," Emma said proudly.
"Rachel asked for this?" Ava asked; surprise evident as she glanced back at me. I shrugged and nodded.
Emma chuckled, "Yeah, she did. It's her way of staking her claim over me."
"Oh my God. Remind me never to get on her bad side." Ava said laughing lightly.
"Probably a good idea," Emma said.
"Well, I'll catch you guys later. Don't worry Rachel, I'll look out for you during Emma's scene." Ava said, looking down at me.
I nodded, trying to thank her with my eyes. She gave me a small smile before getting up and getting lost in the crowd.
Darrin was the next person to join us. I didn't notice him at first, as I was watching Ava get swallowed up by the club's patrons. He sat next to Emma and cleared his throat before asking, "What on Earth did Rachel do to make you this angry, Bonita?"
Instantly the blush was back on my cheeks and I stared at the floor. I had hoped he would keep his distance, but I couldn't be that lucky. Emma let out an annoyed huff, which I knew was a result of the direct question from Darrin that gave no room to evade. "She mocked me," Emma snapped out as though it was the worst offense in the world.
"Really? I didn't take her for the disrespectful type," he replied carefully.
"Yes, she did. My pet has yet to learn not to push the limits when we are alone." Her annoyed voice sent a shiver down my spine.
"I see. Well, she does look lovely like this, even if the gossip is true that she won't be joining you for your scene." Darrin was fishing for more information.
My mistress sighed, "No she won't. She wants it too much. So she will be forced to watch me take someone else." I squirmed, letting out a whimper.
Darrin chuckled. "I love your mean streak, Bonita."
"Thank you." Emma said appreciatively.
"Well, at least she takes her punishments gracefully." He said and I could hear the smile in his voice.
Emma laughed. "Not as well as you might think. She cried through the first part of it." My blush deepened and I hunched my shoulders, feeling embarrassed by the lie. My mistress noticed and fisted her fingers in my hair, forcing me to face Darrin. I completely forgot my embarrassment when I saw his reaction to the full effect of Emma's makeup.
"Wow," he said. And I shifted, uncomfortable with the lust that suddenly filled his eyes.
My mistress came to my rescue, by releasing my hair to run a possessive hand down my back. "She's mine, Darrin," she snapped at him, pulling his attention away from me.
"Of course, Bonita. I apologize. I won't poach. If you will excuse me," he said hurriedly.
"Sure," Emma said graciously. As soon as he was gone, she helped me to my feet and dragged me to a dark corner on the far side of the room, away from prying eyes. "Are you alright, Rachel?" I met her eyes, nodding. She let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry about that. I really didn't expect him to act that way." I could hear the self-recrimination in her voice and I longed to wrap my arms around her. I had been unco
mfortable in the moment, and I didn't look forward to the next time I saw him at work, but I wasn't upset with her. She had protected me, just as she had promised. I did the only thing I could. I began humming. I couldn't sing to her, but I could hum. As the first notes fell into her ears, she relaxed. She studied my eyes for a moment before asking, "You're really ok?" I nodded, hoping she could see the truth in my eyes.
She smiled at me, but before she could say anything else, a man wearing nothing but a collar and a loincloth approached us, his eyes respectfully down. I acted on instinct and stepped between him and my mistress. He stopped. Without raising his eyes, he said, "I'm Anthony. Mistress Nikki sent me to you." His voice was respectful, but also eager.
My warning growl was cut off in a yelp as my mistress tugged on my leash, yanking me back behind her. I let out a whiny moan, which I hated myself for as soon as it came out of my mouth. "You will behave, my pet," she snarled. The sound of her genuinely angry voice sent a shudder through me, and I did the only thing I could. I knelt, forcing my eyes away from the sight of Emma gently reaching out to touch Anthony's chin.
"You'll do well, slave. Did she tell you why she sent you to me?" Emma asked the guy.
"Yes, Mistress," he said.
"Good follow me," She told him. Then she yanked on my leash and said, "Come, pet." I struggled to my feet. Emma made it easier by subtly leaning into me to help support my weight. I quietly hummed in appreciation and her fingers lightly trailed across my nipples as she moved to the stage. The light touch made heat rush through me. Just before we stepped into the light on the stage, Emma slipped the promised handkerchief into my hands, but I was so distracted that I didn't notice where she had pulled it from.
And then we stepped onto the stage. Conversation began to slow as eyes turned towards us. Emma turned to Anthony. "Kneel center stage, I have to deal with my pet first."
"Yes, Mistress," He said, obediently kneeling where she directed him.