by Ellie Norton
I gaped at her retreating back for a moment. "Wait, what?" I called as she got to the door.
Emma turned back to me, her eyes full of regret. "I told you Rachel, you won't sleep in my bed when you misbehave."
"But—" I started, but I was cut off.
"I won't give you pain tonight, Rachel. Not after you defended me, so this is your punishment."
"I—yes, Mistress," I said, accepting the punishment. I sighed, knowing I deserved it.
"Good night, my pet." She said, unlocking the door.
"Good night, Mistress. I love you," I called out.
"I love you too, Rachel," she said while a small smile, before turning out the lights on her way out the door.
Chapter 13
As the door clicked softly shut, I lay in the dark, hoping my mistress would change her mind and come back. I knew she wouldn't, but I still hoped. I don't know how long I lay there staring at the door, but eventually the hope faded and I rolled onto my side with my back to the door. The cuffs kept my hands securely fastened together and I had a hard time finding a comfortable position. I ended up having to use one of the pillows to wrap my arms around. It smelled faintly of Emma and I snuggled into it, finally relaxing enough to fall into a light dozing sleep.
As the light in the room shifted from black, to the faint gray light of dawn around the heavy blackout curtains, I stirred, rolling onto my back with a sigh. My body ached from the position I'd been forced to sleep in. I idly wondered how much longer it would be before my mistress woke up and came to free me. I knew I wasn't going to get any more sleep, even though I could feel my body want to melt from exhaustion. I settled in to wait, letting my thoughts drift to the mix I was working on for Friday's opening. I remembered Emma's comment about the walls being soundproofed, and since I was having a difficult time working the transition between the songs, I decided to sing through it. I let my voice fill the room, working through the mix as I stared at the ceiling. I became so engrossed in the music that I didn't hear the door open.
I saw movement from the corner of my eye and the song died on a shriek as I curled onto my side, trying to protect myself in my vulnerable state. "Shh, love. It's just me," Emma said softly.
Her soothing voice caused me to relax slightly, and I looked at her, asking, "Mistress?"
"Yes, Rachel. I'm here," she said, smiling softly down at me as she moved sit on the bed.
Tears pricked at my eyes, when she gently stroked my side. "I missed you," I said thickly.
"I missed you too, love," She said, leaning down to place a tender kiss on my lips.
When she broke the kiss, she unbuckled the cuffs, releasing my wrists. I let out a relieved groan as the strain in my shoulders finally eased. I sat up and stretched out my back and arms. Emma adjusted some pillows behind her back and leaned against the headboard watching me. When I was done with my stretching, she tentatively asked, "Will you let me hold you?"
I instantly shifted so I could rest my head on her shoulder and curl my body around hers. "Of course, Mistress. I'm yours to do with as you please," I said, and she wrapped her arms around me.
"Thank you, my pet," my mistress replied, her voice sounding as exhausted as I felt.
I shifted so I could see her face. She had dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes were weary. I knew she hadn't gotten much sleep either and I smiled before quickly asking, "May I kiss you, Mistress?" I didn't want to make her mad this morning by teasing her about her own lack of sleep.
"Yes," was all she said as she smiled tiredly down at me.
I kissed her softly but thoroughly before cuddling back into her. I closed my eyes and fell asleep, completely content in the safety of her arms.
Soft laughter woke me sometime later. I opened my eyes and saw the startled look in my mistress' face and the tension in her body. I followed her line of sight and saw Kristen leaning against the doorframe, still laughing. I was confused, what was so funny?
"What're you laughing at, Kristen?" Emma asked, and I almost wondered if she could read my mind.
Kristen only laughed harder and made a vague gesture around the room. I sat up, trying to see what she was referring to. Heat rose to my cheeks when I noticed the various sex toys and bondage gear scattered around the bed. We hadn't cleaned them up before going to bed last night. Emma had also sat up, but instead of getting embarrassed, she was glaring at Kristen. When Kristen still didn't stop laughing, she got out of bed, tossed me the robe from last night and crossed to Kristen, completely unself-conscious in her nudity. I could tell by the set of her shoulders that my mistress was giving the other girl her best domme look.
Kristen's laughter died in her throat under the weight of that look, and she shifted, dropping her gaze. "Sorry, Em. I was getting hungry and wanted to see if you guys wanted to go get bagels or something."
I smiled at seeing Kristen's unconscious submission to Emma's authority. I got out of the bed, pulling on my robe as I crossed to the room to wrap my arms around Emma's waist leaning into her side. She shifted her arm to let me slip under it. I grinned up at her and she smirked, knowing I had moved to her to stake my claim. She turned her gaze back to her guest. "You had no right to walk into this room without permission Kristen. Why didn't you knock?"
"I did, but you guys didn't answer," She said softly.
"Then you should have waited," my mistress said, not giving an inch.
"I know, but you guys were so adorable curled around one another, and I just couldn't help myself. But then I saw those toys and things on the floor and it struck me as funny that you couldn't even keep it in your pants for a day. That's when you woke up," Kristen explained, still not meeting Emma's gaze.
I smirked at her, but knew better than to say anything while my mistress was riding this emotion. Emma ran a possessive hand down my side, pressing me even closer to her and she snarled, "What I did with my pet last night is none of your business, Kristen."
Kristen sucked in a sharp gasp, her eyes flying up to meet Emma's possessive ones. Her eyes widened as she stared into them, and I knew what she was seeing in those stunning green eyes. I did the only thing I could think of and I let out a sensual moan, turning to press my chest into my mistress' side, knowing she'd be able to feel through the thin robe how hard my nipples had become at her possessiveness.
Both older women turned to me, but I ignored Kristen's gaze as I met my mistress' eyes. I let my desire for her fill my own navy gaze. Her lips curled into a possessive smirk as the hand that wasn't pressing me against her came up and fingered my collar. Heat rushed to my core and I let out a whimper. Her smirk deepened and I saw my opening. I huskily said, "I love when you get possessive, Mistress, but you did give Kristen permission to watch, so she wasn't really out of line by coming in here." Her eyes narrowed dangerously, as she used the collar to pull me onto my toes, so that my face was only an inch from hers. I couldn't have stopped the whimper that fell from my lips if I had wanted to.
"That isn't the point, Rachel," my mistress snarled.
"Then what is the point, Em?" Kristen asked from behind me, making me jerk slightly in my mistress' grip, having momentarily forgotten her presence.
Emma's green eyes left mine to look at Kristen. "The point is that you came in here and laughed at what you saw."
Kristen sighed. "I'm sorry, Em. I wasn't laughing at you, or your relationship. Honestly, I wasn't. I was laughing at the stuff on the floor."
My mistress relaxed slightly. She released my collar and I shifted to let my heels hit the floor, but her grip on me kept me plastered to her side. "Alright, Kristen, but in the future, please don't come in here without warning. You may see more than you're ready to see."
"I won't. I'm sorry."
"It's ok. If you give us a chance to get dressed, we can go get breakfast," Emma offered.
Kristen immediately brightened. "Great. I'll um, I'll wait in the living room."
Emma smiled, "Thank you."
Kristen nodded and left the
room. My mistress reached out and swung the door shut, still not releasing me. When she turned her eyes on me, I shuddered at seeing the full weight of her predatory possessiveness. Moisture instantly pooled between my thighs. She curled her fingers through the D-ring of my collar and used it to spin me and push my back against the door. She held me there with her hand on my collar and used her free hand to slam two fingers into my slick core. I whimpered, offering no resistance to the onslaught, my channel open and eager for her long fingers. Her lips claimed my mouth, roughly thrusting her tongue into me even as her fingers plunged into me. I moaned and my mistress trailed kisses down my throat. The hand on my collar slid down my chest and found one erect nipple, pinching it hard as her teeth closed over my collarbone. I screamed out, "I'm yours, Bonita," as I flooded her hand with my release. Her fingers continued to work in me until the last shudder passed.
Then she pulled them out, licking her fingers clean before saying, "Yes, you are my pet."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said smiling up at her.
"You're welcome, love," she said before opening the door and leading me to her bedroom. Emma moved to pull out a shirt, tank top, and jeans from the stash of my clothes that had gradually found their way into her closet over the previous month. I let her pick my outfit, knowing it was just another way that she expressed her dominance. I didn't mind, they were all clothes I had bought for myself. Once I was pulling on my underwear, she turned back to the closet to pick out her own clothes.
When we were dressed and ready to go, we collected Kristen from the living room. On our way to the garage, my mistress stopped me next to the small table in the foyer. She unbuckled my collar and laid it gently on the table. I could feel Kristen's eyes watching me as I sighed, and accepted the weight of my stress and responsibilities. I met her eyes with my trademark smirk. She just offered me a smile, but didn't comment until we were in the car.
"You know, I still don't really get it, but I have to admit that what you guys have is kinda amazing," Kristen said, and I could hear the honesty in her voice.
"Thanks, Kristen," I said grinning.
Emma looked over and smiled at her, "I think it's pretty amazing too, Kristen."
Kristen studied her for a long time before she said, "I don't think I've ever seen you this happy, Em.”
Emma glanced up to meet my eyes in the rearview mirror. I met her loving gaze for a moment before she returned her attention to the road. She said simply, "I know. Rachel makes me happy."
I smiled, and Kristen turned around in her seat to look at me. "You know, Rach, when Emma first told me that you guys had gone out on a date, I never thought it would work out. I never thought you'd turn into such a pushover after college," She said, her voice teasing.
I glowered at her. "I'm not a pushover."
She laughed, "Oh come on, Rach. Emma just has to give you that look and you turn into putty. It's kinda adorable."
I gritted my teeth. I knew she was just giving me a hard time, but it was still hard not to let my temper get the best of me. I glanced over and caught Emma looking at me in the mirror again. Her eyes showed her concern. My anger faded and I gave her an almost imperceptible headshake to tell her that I could handle this. I looked back to Kristen and smirked, "I'm not the only one."
Kristen's eyes showed confusion as she asked, "What do you mean?"
"I saw how you reacted to her domme persona this morning," I teased.
A slight blush touched her cheeks. "I—uh…" she managed to say before faltering, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
I reached out and squeezed her arm. "It's ok, you know. I get it. It's hard to resist, isn't it?" I asked, kindly. I noticed Emma shooting worried glances our way, but I hoped she would keep quiet so we wouldn't spook Kristen, and cause another fight.
"Yeah, it's weird. I've never backed down from her like that before." Kristen replied, pleading for me to help her understand.
I offered a small smile, and gently said, "It's her domme persona. It's different than the 'in-charge Emma' that ran the sorority. I think that's part of the reason it feels so natural for me to submit to her, but not anyone else."
"Really? Have you tried?" Kristen asked, honestly curious.
I chuckled, "Not exactly. But Em and I were out shopping in some specialty stores a few weeks ago, and I was wearing the collar. She wandered off with the sales clerk, but I hung back and this really butch domme came on to me. She tried to make me kneel to her." I paused, noticing that my story held both women rapt with interest. Emma and I had both wanted to put the incident behind us and neither of us had brought it up after that day. When other people brought it up, Emma always responded to them, so she hadn't ever really heard all of my side of the story, beyond the basic details. I carefully continued, not sure exactly how Emma would react. "There was a small part of me that did want to kneel before her. It's the part that first drew me to this sort of lifestyle. But I just couldn't submit to the woman, because she wasn't Emma."
Kristen smiled," What happened then?"
I glanced over to meet Emma's eyes in the mirror and smiled, "The butch got really mad and tried to force me to submit." I looked back to Kristen, still smiling at the memory. "But Em came back and got pissed when she saw the other domme's hand on me. They exchanged insults, but when the butch called Emma a bitch, I lost it and punched her," I finished proudly.
Kristen laughed. "That's awesome."
"I still wish you hadn't hit her, Rachel," Emma said with a sigh from the driver's seat.
I rolled my eyes, "Oh come on, Em. We both know that if I hadn't hit her, the Campman's party wouldn't be the most anticipated event of the year. Word is getting around, everyone's dying to see us at that party."
Kristen turned to Emma, "What's she talking about?"
Emma sighed. "Because Rachel hit another domme in a store that caters to BDSM clients, I had to punish her publicly. Rachel's response to the punishment has caused a lot of buzz within the community. We plan to share that at the Campman's party," Her answer was just vague enough to pique Kristen's curiosity further.
Crystal blue eyes turned back to pin me in place. "What'd you do?"
I shrugged, "I submitted to the punishment." I could be deliberately vague too.
"What the Hell does that mean?" Kristen asked, starting to get frustrated with us.
I looked out the window, willing Emma to explain, because I had a really hard time finding the right words to explain what I felt when the trance fell over me. Emma sighed, "When Rachel goes deep into submission, she falls into a trance-like state. It's not unheard of in the community, but it's very rare. You saw it briefly last night."
"Oh," Kristen said, finally sitting forward while she thought through what we had said. Silence fell over the car, as neither Emma nor I was willing to disrupt Kristen's thoughts. Finally, as Emma was parking the car, Kristen turned back to me, "So, you like really like the submissive thing? You don't just go along with it for Em's sake?"
I chuckled. I'd expected her to ask that yesterday. "No, Kristen. I want it. Some part of me craves submitting to Emma," I said honestly.
She studied me for a long time before smiling. "That's—that's cool," she announced, and just like that, Kristen stopped questioning our relationship, and stopped giving Emma a hard time about her job. It was kind of strange, like some switch had been flipped in her mind, but I didn't question it. It's not like the last month of my life could fall under most people's definition of normal. But with Kristen's announcement, an underlying tension vanished. I hadn't even realized that it had been present since her arrival the previous day. We just all finally relaxed, and let ourselves enjoy each other's company. Even when we got back to Emma's house that evening, Kristen didn't tense up when I put the collar back on. Instead she watched my shift to submissive with a look of awe in her eyes, murmured, "I'll never get used to that," and walked away.
My mistress just watched Kristen's reaction before turning to me and saying, "Thank
you." Then she pulled me in for a happy kiss before we went in search of Kristen.
I went home the next morning. I had to prep for the grand opening that night, and I figured Kristen and Emma could use some time alone. Everyone was going to come over later to get ready before heading to the club. I was a little nervous about having Harold and Emma in the same room. I'd been meaning to get the two of them to hang out, but the last month had been so busy that we hadn't been able to find the time. I tried not to dwell on it as I loaded my mixing program. Soon, I was lost in the music, all worries temporarily forgotten. It wasn't until I received a text from Emma saying that she and Kristen were bringing me dinner and would be over soon, that I realized how much time had passed, and that I'd forgotten to eat lunch again. I still had one last mix to finish before tonight, so I sent her a quick reply and got back to work.
When I heard Emma's key in the door, I was just saving the file. I got up from my desk to greet them. "Hey you guys have great timing. I just finished," I said after giving my girlfriend a quick kiss.
Emma studied me for a moment then sighed. "You forgot to eat lunch again, didn't you?"
I ducked my head and muttered, "Yeah, I'm sorry I got lost in it."
Kristen chuckled, moving to place several take out containers on the small kitchen table. "That's ok, Rach. We brought you pasta. I figured you could use the carbs before tonight."
I smiled at her and said, "Thanks, Kristen."
Emma let out a huff, "You need to eat, Rachel."
I turned back to her. "I know. I didn't mean to forget to eat, Em."
"I know. I just worry about you," she said, wrapping her arms around me.
I leaned into her embrace, breathing in her scent. "I know, love."
The sound of Kristen opening the various containers of food, made us pull apart. We shared a smile before joining Kristen at the table. "So, what did you guys do today?" I asked, pulling my penne towards me.