by Ellie Norton
"But why? Why would she yell at me, knowing you'd punish her for it?"
"Rachel's very protective. She couldn't help losing it when she thought you were hurting my feelings," Emma said and I thought I could hear a hint of pride in her voice.
Kristen sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry, Em. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm just confused."
My mistress sighed again. "I know Kristen. I'll answer any questions you have, but I need to deal with Rachel first."
Kristen hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alright. Are you going to hurt her?"
"Rachel, answer her question. Tell her if I will hurt you," Emma ordered.
I licked my lips. "My Mistress would never harm me, Kristen. But the punishment might hurt a little," I answered honestly.
Kristen moved to kneel on the floor and lifted my face to look into my eyes. "Why would you let her hurt you?"
I glanced over her shoulder to meet Emma's eyes. She nodded and I looked back to Kristen to say, "I enjoy a little pain. It turns me on."
"Seriously?" She asked, and I could easily read the disbelief in her eyes.
"Yes," I admitted, smiling slightly.
Kristen smiled in response and said, "You never stop surprising me, Rachel."
Emma chuckled, "Me too, Kristen."
Kristen sat back with a sigh. "Ok, do what you have to do."
My mistress stood, looking down at Kristen, she hesitated then said, "I'm going to take Rachel back to one of the bedrooms. It's completely soundproof, so you won't hear anything if you stay out here. But you can watch if you want."
Kristen turned shocked eyes on Emma. "You want me to watch you guys have sex?"
"No," my mistress immediately answered. "I'm offering you the chance to see Rachel's punishment. I thought it might give you a better idea of some of the things we do."
I watched the thoughts race across Kristen's mind. Eventually, she said, "Ok, I'll watch."
Emma smiled, "Good." Then her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "Come on, Rachel."
I stood and followed my mistress out into the hall with Kristen trailing behind. Emma called back over her shoulder, "You know, Kristen, if you did want to watch us have sex, Rachel wouldn't mind, she enjoys being put on display." A fierce blush heated my cheeks even as moisture pooled between my legs at the thought. Kristen spluttered behind me, choking on a laugh.
After Emma unlocked the room, I moved to the center of the floor and knelt. Kristen stopped in the doorway taking in everything. Emma ignored her as she moved over to the cabinet only opening it far enough to grab a few things before closing it, to prevent Kristen a thorough look inside. As I waited, I wondered what my punishment would be. The possibilities had heat racing to my center. My mistress had been right, I loved being put on display and the thought of Kristen watching this made my nipples harden and my underwear grow damp.
Emma moved back over to me and gazed down at me. "Strip down to your underwear, Rachel. I want you to feel all of your punishment," She ordered and I ignored Kristen's gasp as I moved to obey. While I was undressing, Emma looked over at Kristen. "You've seen it all before, Kristen."
"I know, but that was years ago, and she was really self-conscious the whole time."
Emma chuckled, "Yeah, and she would be now if she wasn't wearing the collar."
"That's—that's weird, Em," She stuttered, but I could hear a note of awe in her voice.
Emma smirked, "I know, but that's Rachel."
By that time, I stood nearly naked in front of my former college friends, and I was positive that my cheeks were bright red from blushing at their frank discussion of me. My mistress turned her attention back to me, fastening leather cuffs around my wrists. She clipped them together and using the bench, tied them off to one of the hooks in the ceiling, pulling my hands above my head. Then she stepped in front of me gazing in my eyes while speaking in a low tone that wouldn't carry to Kristen.
"Thank you for defending me, love. Your real punishment will come later, because I know you'll enjoy this too much for it to be an effective punishment. But do not come. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I breathed feeling my arousal heighten.
"Good," she said and grabbing the stool, she placed it directly in front of me. "Kristen, you can sit here."
"Um, sure," Kristen said uncertainly. As she settled onto the stool, I realized her eyes were now directly in my line of sight. I glanced over at Emma.
My mistress smirked and said, "Rachel, look straight at Kristen. You are being punished for your rudeness to her, so it is only fitting that she sees everything. Do you understand?"
Kristen's eyes widened, and I gaze into them as I said, "Yes, Mistress."
"Good," she said moving behind me. Over my shoulder, she told Kristen, "This will cause Rachel some discomfort, maybe even a little pain, but she will enjoy it." Then she leaned in to huskily ask, "Won't you, my pet?"
A shiver ran through me and I whimpered, "Yes, Mistress," while still keeping my gaze on Kristen. Her eyes were big as saucers, her mouth hanging open in surprise at my reaction to Emma.
My mistress ran a possessive hand down my back as she murmured, "Good, girl."
I felt my nipples harden painfully and I let out a little gasp. Then the first blow from the flogger fell on my back. I yelped, jerking forwards in my bonds, but not taking my eyes off of Kristen. She studied me intently, worry now evident in her voice. The second blow fell and I grunted, jerking forwards again. The third blow fell almost instantly, giving me no time to recover from the previous one and I gasped, heat flooding my center. After that the blows came faster and heavier on my heated skin. I kept my eyes trained on Kristen's and I saw the worry fade from them to be replaced by surprise. By the time I was almost painfully aroused and panting out little moans, Kristen's eyes held a mix of wonder and a look that was almost hungry. She was completely transfixed on me and my reactions to my mistress' punishment. It made my core clench uselessly and I knew my underwear was soaked.
Still, the flogger rained blows down on my back. I wasn't sure what was driving my mistress, but something was. I wished I could see her face to know what she was thinking. Maybe then I would know what I could do to help her. Then, as I stared into Kristen's eyes, realization fell over me. My mistress wanted me to submit. Not to the look in Kristen's eyes, but to her. She needed me and my pride had prevented me from seeing that. I sagged, relaxing muscles that I hadn't realized I had tensed under the onslaught. As the blanket of my submission fell over me, I let the cuffs take my weight, not willing to stand on my own under the weight of my mistress' needs. Another sharp blow fell over my now tender back and I said, "I'm sorry, Mistress." As the words came tumbling out of my mouth, a single tear slid down my cheek and the trance fell over me driving out any other need aside from the need to please my mistress.
The blows stopped falling. My mistress demanded, "Apologize to my guest for your rudeness, Rachel."
"I'm sorry I was rude to you Kristen," I said dreamily. Kristen's eyes widened, that trace of hunger disappearing in the wake of her surprise. I smiled placidly. My mistress came around to see my face. When I turned to look at her, she gave me a pleased smile. I smiled back, happy that I had made her happy. But, then I remembered that I had let my pride get in the way of her pleasure for so long, it pulled me out of the trance and I looked down. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I whispered.
She reached out and lifted my chin. Looking into my eyes, she said, "You did, well my pet."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, love. Can you stand on your own?" She asked with a soft smile.
"Yes, Mistress," I said, shifting to put my weight back on my feet.
"Good," She said and stood on the bench to release my arms. She unbuckled the cuffs and tossed them on the bed. When she was done, Emma turned to Kristen, who had been watching us. "Let's go back to the living room. I'm sure you have questions for both of us."
"Um, I—that—um, yeah," Kristen stuttere
d. She carefully climbed off the stool and hurried out of the room.
When she was gone, my mistress handed me a robe and leaned down to whisper, "I think she enjoyed that more than she anticipated."
I chuckled, "Yeah, I think so."
"Come on," she said, taking my hand and leading me back to the living room.
When we got there, Kristen was sitting on the couch drinking deeply from her wine glass. Emma noticed and said, "Rachel, will you go get the bottle of wine?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, moving to obey.
I refilled Kristen's glass and set the bottle on the table next to my mistress, who had settled back on the couch while I was in the kitchen. I moved to kneel at her feet, but she pulled me into her lap instead. I curled into her and she gently stroked my side, being careful to avoid the tender skin on my back.
Kristen was looking anywhere but at us. Emma waited for her to speak, offering me some of her wine. I took a sip, grateful to sooth my dry mouth. Eventually, Kristen glanced over at us, and offered a small smile. "That wasn't what I was expecting."
"I know," my mistress said simply.
Kristen looked away a small frown creasing her brow. "What happened at the end?"
"Rachel submitted," Emma answered, as though that was all the answer needed. I smiled, knowing it wouldn't be enough for Kristen. I turned to place a kiss on my mistress' throat.
Kristen had turned back to us at Emma's vague answer. She smiled softly when she saw me kiss Emma, before asking, "But what does that mean, Em?"
Emma sighed, struggling to find the right words. I asked, "Mistress, may I answer?"
She looked down at me and smiled, "Yes, love. Go ahead, you can probably answer it better than I can."
I smiled and turned back to Kristen. "I means that I accepted what Emma was doing and put aside my own stubborn pride for her," I said. When she still looked confused, I added, "I gave myself to her to do with as she wanted."
"But what if she went too far and really hurt you?" Kristen asked.
"We have a safe word. If I say it, Emma will immediately stop what she is doing," I said. Then I froze, realization dawning as I looked at the red hair that had inspired Emma's choice of safe words. I turned to my mistress and she nodded.
"She's always been my safety net," she whispered in my ear. I nodded my understanding and looked back at Kristen.
She was watching us, but did ask about our private exchange. Instead, she asked, "But how do you know she'll stop?"
"Because I trust her," I answered honestly.
Kristen looked away. "God, I can't imagine trusting anyone like that," she said softly. I think she was mostly talking to herself.
"It's the most incredible experience, Kristen," I said. "Even being tied up and completely helpless to move, it's the most freeing experience I've ever had." I added when she turned back to me.
"How?"
I faltered, struggling to find the right words to describe it. Emma saved me by saying, "Because she knows that I'll take care of her."
"Wow, that's kinda amazing." Kristen said.
I smiled, "You have no idea."
Kristen laughed, "I think I just got a pretty good one."
Emma and I both laughed. "Kristen, that was the tip of the iceberg," Emma said.
I nodded, "It's even more intense when sex is involved."
Kristen raised her eyebrows, "I don't know, Rachel, you seemed pretty turned on in there."
I smirked, "So did you."
Kristen's eyes widened, as a blush graced her cheeks. "Rachel," Emma growled in warning.
I ducked my eyes, and said, "Sorry, Mistress."
"It's ok. I mean, I'm sorry, but it was really hot watching you guys." Kristen admitted.
"Well, I did say you could watch us have sex…" Emma offered.
"Um, I think I'll pass," Kristen said, reaching for her wine glass again.
Emma chuckled, "Alright, let me know if you change your mind. I'm sure Rachel would love to let you see the full range of submission." I blushed and hid my face in Emma's neck, hoping Kristen wouldn't see how much the thought turned me on. I could feel Kristen's gaze on me and I squirmed. Emma wrapped her arms protectively around me in response and I relaxed.
"I'll think about it," Kristen said seriously and I whimpered.
Emma took pity on me and said, "Why don't we watch a movie?"
"I thought Rachel hated movies," Kristen said.
"Have you seen Now You See Me?" Emma asked.
"No, do you have any idea how expensive movies are in New York?"
"Well, it's Rachel's favorite movie. Would you be willing to watch it again, my pet?" My mistress asked.
Immediately, I brightened. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good, go put it in," Emma ordered.
"Ok," I said, jumping off her lap and hurrying to obey.
After the movie, Kristen announced she was tired and headed to the guest room after saying good night to us both. When we were alone, Emma gazed down at me with narrowed eyes. The breath caught in my throat and I squirmed, knowing my real punishment was about to begin.
"Go to the playroom, Rachel," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," I said, immediately standing and moving down the hallway.
My mistress followed me, closing and locking the door behind us. "Strip," she snapped.
I dropped the robe and when I bent over to push my underwear off, Emma slapped my ass. I yelped. She chuckled and removed her own clothing. She studied me for a minute, considering. Finally she said, "You will be punished for telling Kristen to leave, but I've decided to also give you pleasure for defending me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling a warm glow spread through me.
"Good, get your cuffs off the bed and put them on." I moved to obey while she went to the cabinet. She came back with a blindfold and the ball gag. As she secured them she said, "I will give you your pleasure first, and I will remove the gag before your punishment. Do you understand?" I nodded, unable to speak with the rubber ball in my mouth. "Good." She said, helping me crawl onto the bed. She had me turn onto my stomach and clipped the wrist cuffs to my collar, so that my upper body rested on my forearms. Then she used a chain to attach my collar to the headboard. Finally she wrapped straps around my thighs and also clipped these to the headboard, forcing me onto my knees, completely spread open before her. I whimpered and she lightly smacked my ass again. I squirmed as best as I could and she chuckled again, moving back over to the cabinet. Anticipation and my helplessness worked together to drive my arousal to near painful heights. My center ached for my mistress' touch and heat raced along my skin.
My mistress came back to the bed, positioning herself between my legs. "God, Rachel, you are so wet," she moaned.
I whimpered, wiggling my hips to encourage her touch. Her hand fell sharply on my ass again, and I jerked my hips forward, groaning. I yelped through the gag when cold lube fell between my ass cheeks and dripped down to cover my wet folds. I took a deep breath and relaxed, opening for my mistress' touch. "Well done, my pet," my mistress said, and the trance slid back over me as I gave myself over to her pleasures.
The tip of a plug pressed against my anus, and I relaxed further, letting it slide in easily. I let out a low moan. "Do not come before I do," My mistress ordered. I nodded my understanding. Before I could take another breath, I felt a dildo slam into my slick core. I opened for it, accepting all of its length within me. When I felt my mistress' hips resting against my ass, I distantly realized she was using a strap on. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as she began to thrust in an out of me. I accepted each thrust, rocking my hips to meet her. Each moan she let out caused a responding moan to escape my own mouth. Each time she buried the phallus inside me, her hips pressed the plug further into me and it felt like she was fucking me from both ends. I clenched convulsively around both the dildo and the plug, spiraling further into the trance with each thrust. I could distantly feel the orgasm building through me, but th
e memory of my mistress' command held it at bay. When I felt her stiffen against me, the phallus as deep inside me as it would go, and the plug pressed into me, I was suddenly on the crest of pleasure. My mistress shuddered, crying out her release and I followed her over the edge.
My mistress sat back and removed the plug before releasing me from my bonds but leaving my wrists cuffed together. I smiled up at her as she removed the blindfold and gag. "Thank you, Mistress," I said when I could.
She smiled down at me. "You did well, my pet."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said again.
"You went into the trance before I put the plug in didn't you?" She asked affectionately.
I nodded, "Yes, Mistress."
"I thought so, you usually struggle more when I deny you an orgasm."
"I'm sorry, Mistress," I answered. "Didn't I please you?"
She smiled, "Of course, you pleased me. I was just curious."
"Ok," I said dreamily.
She kissed me softly and said, "It's time to come back, Rachel."
I blinked, confused for a moment, then the trance fell away and my mind cleared. "Thank you, Mistress," I said again
She studied me, taking in my clear eyes and smiled. "You did really well, love." She lay back on the bed, pulling me into her arms. I settled against her, feeling content.
We lay there for a while, Emma's hands gently stroking my back and side. Eventually she sighed and I looked up at her. "You have to punish me," I said matter-of-factly.
She glanced down to meet my eyes. "Yes, Rachel."
"I know, it's ok," I said, wanting her to know that I understood and accepted whatever she had to do.
She sighed and rolled off the bed, moving over to the cabinet. She pulled out a long nylon strap and brought it back to the bed. She attached one end to my wrist cuff and the other end to the headboard. It was long enough that I could move around on the bed, but I couldn't get out of it. I studied it for a moment, not sure why Emma had chosen it. Before I could figure it out, she turned my face to hers and claimed my lips in a tender kiss. "Good night, Rachel," she said regretfully as she pulled a blanket over me and rolled off the bed.