by Ellie Norton
"Yes, Mistress. I just want to make you happy," I said softly.
"You do make me happy, Rachel. Now come on, we have guests waiting," she said softly smiling at me.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said taking her hand and letting her lead me from the room.
When we got to the kitchen, the three of them were sitting at the table. Kristen and Harold were carefully avoiding meeting our gazes and Ava was smirking as she looked directly at Emma. "Good morning," Ava said in a self-satisfied voice.
I smiled, noticing the faint blushes on Kristen's and Harold's cheeks. Emma moved to the table. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?" She asked, obviously enjoying the situation. I had to bite back on a chuckle as I moved to the oven to start pulling out the food. I brought it over to the table, unconsciously setting the serving plates next to the two dommes.
Once all the food was set out, I sat carefully next to Emma and watched in amusement as Ava offered food to the other two. I couldn't resist any longer and asked, "So what happened last night?"
Ava looked over at the other two, sitting back to fold her hands over her chest. I could see that she was enjoying watching them squirm as they blushed and stuttered. Emma lost patience first and snapped, "Kristen! Get your head out of your ass and answer Rachel!"
Kristen's eyes flew immediately to meet her best friend's gaze. She swallowed hard and said, "I—um—well, after you went to bed, Harold asked why you'd give up your own bed to sleep in another room. So Ava hinted about what you might be doing back there. Then Harold asked Ava about what is was like. She offered to show him, and um—things progressed from there."
Emma's eyebrow lifted, and she glanced over at Ava. Some silent conversation happened between them and Emma turned to Harold. "How did Kristen end up in bed with you and Ava?"
He glanced up and got caught in her gaze. "Um, I think Ava dared her to join us."
Emma chuckled, "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Um…" Harold said, turning to Ava for help.
She smiled at him before turning back to Emma. "He did," she said simply, placing her hand possessively on the back of his neck.
"Oh my God," I burst out.
Harold glanced at me, his blush deepening and said, "It's not like you have room to talk, Rach."
I held up my hands, placating him. "I'm just surprised."
Emma's hand reached out to idly trace patterns on my leg. It sent heat shooting to my core, which throbbed around the dildo in response. I gasped softly and my mistress smirked at me before turning to Kristen. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
Kristen glanced over at Ava before turning back to Emma. "It was interesting. Not quite what I was expecting. But, not in a bad way."
Ava smirked, "That's because I didn't have any toys with me. I can show you more if you want."
A small shudder ran through Kristen and she looked at Emma helplessly. "I—um, I don't know Ava," she said, her voice husky. Ava just smiled at Kristen.
I couldn't help it, I chuckled and meeting Ava's gaze, said, "I thought you preferred driving stick." She just smirked and shrugged.
Emma gave me a sharp look and the laughter died in my throat. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, causing need to swamp me as the phalluses shifted within my depths. I swallowed the needy moan that wanted to escape. Emma's eyes went hungry at the sight of my struggle, but she turned back to speak to everyone at the table. "Let's eat before this gets cold. I wouldn't want Rachel's hard work to go to waste."
Everyone agreed, and the conversation switched to the club opening. The earlier awkwardness was quickly forgotten as we fell into the familiar roles of friendship. I struggled against my rising desire throughout the meal, and the only one who didn't notice was Harold. Ava just smirked at me, and I caught Kristen giving me side-long glances. I think she was trying to figure out what was causing my discomfort, but I couldn't be sure. For her part, Emma did her best to distract the others when I was struggling the most, but then with a small touch or soft brush against me, she would drive me to near desperation.
Finally everyone was done eating and Ava sat back to look at Harold. "Would you like to come back to my place?" She asked, and I could hear the desire in her voice.
Harold immediately blushed and said, "Um, yeah. That'd be cool."
Ava's smile had gone predatory as she said, "Excellent." Then she turned the look on Kristen. "Would you like to join us?"
Kristen hesitated, looking at Emma. But Emma was studying me. "Would you like an audience today, my pet?" She asked softly.
I met her gaze, it was the familiar predatory look that always preceded the incredible tortures she devised for me, but it also held a note of acceptance. And I realized that she would really let me make this choice. I turned to Kristen, studying her. I remembered the first conversation Emma and I had had about Kristen after we got together. And I thought about what I needed, and I came to a decision. I asked, "Kristen, if you want to stay here today you can, but if you want to do more than watch, you should go with Ava. Emma is my mistress, and I won't share unless I'm forced to." As Kristen studied me, Emma's hand found my thigh and gave a small supportive squeeze.
After a minute, Kristen said shakily, "I—I think I'll go with Ava then. I don't think I can sit through whatever you guys have planned without being touched."
"I'm sorry," I told her and could hear the regret in my own voice.
"It's ok, Rach, I totally understand," she said before leaning over to brush a soft kiss over my lips. I was so shocked that I froze.
Instantly, Emma hooked her finger into my collar and yanked me back from Kristen. "She's mine," my mistress growled. The movement had shifted my weight just enough to have it fully resting on the plug in my ass and I couldn't stop the moan this time. Emma's fingers trembled slightly at the sound, but she didn't release me.
Ava had gotten to her feet, fisting her hand into Kristen's auburn locks. "First rule; never touch someone else's property without permission. Do you understand?" Kristen nodded and Ava released her and said, "Good, go pack a change of clothes."
Kristen bolted from the room, and Harold shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Ava ran a soothing hand down his hair as she turned to Emma. "Thank you for breakfast, Bonita. Is it alright if I return Kristen tomorrow?" She asked.
"Of course, Ava. Perhaps we could meet at noon for lunch. Just give me a call. And if I need to retrieve her sooner, I will keep my phone available." Emma said formally and I realized that this was a carefully scripted conversation between two dommes who were sharing someone special. I wanted to feel jealous, but I couldn't. My mistress had given me a choice, and though I had been tempted to take it. I just couldn't, not today when I was still feeling so raw from this morning. Emma released me when Kristen came back into the room with a backpack. She moved over to hug Kristen. She pulled back and said, "Thank you, Kristen. If it gets to be too much, just call, ok?"
Kristen nodded and offered Emma a small nervous smile. "Thanks, Em. Just take care of your girl."
Emma smiled, "I will."
I turned to Harold and offered him a smile. "Have fun, kid."
He rolled his eyes. "You, too."
I smirked, "I will. But seriously, you can trust Ava."
"I know, Rach," he said, a strange look coming over his face. I decided I didn't really want to know, so I let it go.
Ava ushered Kristen and Harold out of the house and Emma and I were truly alone for the first time in days. Anticipation raced along my skin, even as I throbbed with need around the phalluses inside me. Emma turned predatory eyes on me and smirked, "Finally alone, my pet."
"Yes, Mistress," I said huskily.
She studied me for a long time, finally she said, "First we will deal with your punishment for coming without permission, then we will focus on your other needs. Follow me."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said, following her into the playroom.
Once inside, she closed and locked the door and I moved to kneel in the middle of the floor, but sh
e stopped me. "No, my pet. Remove your clothing and stand next to the wall facing me."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, rushing to obey her.
She watched me with her predatory gaze. When I was in position, she turned and went to the cabinet. She returned with a short length of chain and wrist cuffs. Her eyes were cold as she attached the chain to the d-ring in my collar and turned it to connect the other end to the wall. She then attached my wrists to the wall with the cuffs so that if my knees buckled, the wrist cuffs would catch my weight again. However, since this time I was facing away from the wall, I wouldn't have the luxury of bracing my hands against it. My hands were suspended and could only close on empty air. I swallowed hard against the nerves suddenly dancing in my gut.
As soon as I was secure, my mistress smiled coldly and said, "Today will be slightly different, slave. The only word you are allowed to speak is your safe word. You are not to come unless I give you permission. And I want you to fight your trance as long as possible. I want you to feel everything I do to you today. Do you understand?"
I gasped taking her words for the threat they were. I stared at her for a moment before carefully nodding.
"Good. I intend to push your limits today, my pet. I will bring you pain, but you need to stop me if I get to an 8 on your pain scale. I do not want to cause you harm. Do you consent?" I nodded again and felt heat rush to my core as I gave my agreement. My inner walls clenched around the dildo still within me.
My mistress' face was impassive as she reached out and roughly gripped both of my nipples, and pinched down until I gasped from the sharp, exquisite pain. Then she released them to gently tease them with her thumbs. I shuddered, letting a whimper escape my lips as pleasure raced through me. She just watched me as she continued to tease the tips until they were rock hard points. Once she was satisfied, she turned and moved back to the cabinet. She came back with nipple clamps and a riding crop. I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous again. With quick efficiency, she attached the clamps to my nipples and tightened them until I flinched from the pain of them. My mistress gently flicked the enflamed nipples with the tips of her fingers and I bucked in my restraints yelping from the stinging pain.
She paused then to study me. I gasped when the initial pain eased and turned into burning desire, causing me to clench around the dildo again. It was apparently the reaction Emma had been waiting for because she picked up the riding crop and brought it sharply down on the upper curve of my right breast with a loud 'smack'. I whimpered as it jostled the clamp, sending another wave of exquisite pain through me. Before I could recover, the crop came down on my other breast. Again she paused to gage my reaction, when she was satisfied; she began a flurry of blows on and around my breasts, thighs and hips, careful not to hit my throbbing nipples. My fists reflexively clenched and I was panting against my need to orgasm. Again, my mistress paused to watch me. My breathing gradually slowed and I began to relax. Without warning, my mistress rained two swift blows directly onto my overly sensitized nipples and I screamed wordlessly.
When the scream died away, Emma removed the clamps. I whimpered as blood rushed back into my engorged nipples, sending a fresh wave of pain through me. "Too much?" she asked. I shook my head. The pain had hit a 7 on my scale, but since she seemed content to move onto other things, I would be ok. "Good. Because I am not yet finished with you yet, slave. But I think that was sufficient punishment for your earlier disobedience, don't you?"
I nodded vigorously causing her to chuckle again. She released me from the wall and took off the wrist cuffs, replacing them with a pair of steel handcuffs which she secured behind my back. The cold metal felt unnaturally rough against my skin and I felt my arousal heighten even further. My mistress ordered me to kneel and I immediately obeyed. She then used the chain to connect the handcuffs to a ring near the baseboard of the wall. The chain pulled my arms out slightly from my body, causing my shoulders to strain and my body weight to press more fully on the phalluses within me. I tried to shift closer to the wall to ease the discomfort, but my mistress stopped me. She removed her pajamas and said, "Pleasure me, slave."
She took a step closer, bringing her slick folds within reach of my mouth. I closed the distance and licked through her damp slit. I moaned as the motion jostled the dildo and caused me inner walls to clamp around it. I forced myself to concentrated to lapping up my mistress' desire and felt my orgasm begin to recede. I licked up her folds to flick my tongue against her swollen clit. She shuddered against me, and I gently sucked it between my lips, flicking the tip with my tongue. "Oh, God!" My mistress called out and I began to alternate between long licks to drink up her desire and short quick flicks of my tongue against her tender nub. She began to grind her center against my face and I picked up my pace. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off my own orgasm much longer as each of her movements caused me to rock back on the phalluses buried within me. Her body tensed and I sucked her clit back into my mouth, flicking the tip of my tongue against the tender flesh in quick succession. With a shudder, she screamed out, "Yes, oh God, yes!" and I released her clit to lick up her release.
I was panting with my own need to come when she moved away from me. She smirked down at me. "Did you enjoy that, slave?" I nodded eagerly. She chuckled and released my wrists from the cuffs. My mistress rubbed the circulation back into my hands and I hadn't even realized that I'd been pulling so hard against the cuffs, but the angry red lines in my skin made it obvious that I had been. When she was satisfied, she said, "Go lean over the bed." I quickly moved to obey. When I was in position she unbuckled the harness holding the phalluses inside me. "I think you've had enough of these for now, and they will interfere with the rest of my plans." I whimpered as she pulled first the dildo out and then the butt plug. I was left feeling desperately empty, my inner muscles clenching repeatedly in my desperation for release.
"Place your hands on the back of your neck and face the headboard," she ordered. I did as commanded and she said, "Good, do not move." Then she returned to her cabinet and came back a moment later. I couldn't see what she had and anticipation raced through me. My mistress gazed down at me, and said in a cold, almost bored voice, "This is something I haven't used on you yet, my pet. Do not move your hands from their current position. This will hurt, but you will do nothing to stop me, until I've had my pleasure in it. Do you understand, slave?"
I nodded, gritting my jaw against the sudden trepidation I felt. Without any further warning, the sharp 'crack' of the leather strap fell across my ass. I yelped, unconsciously jerking away from the stinging pain. When I had gotten my body back under control, the strap fell again. As more blows rained down on me, I could feel my skin heat and I was sure that my ass was a bright red. I grew accustomed to the pain of the strap and felt myself giving over to it. The blissful fog of the trance wanted to settle over me, and I pushed it away. Then next blow that landed was heavier than the others and I gasped in pain, the trance forgotten. My mistress continued to stripe my ass with the strap, each blow falling harder than the one before, until finally, with tears streaming down my face, I screamed, bucking wildly against the bed.
The strap fell to the floor and my mistress sat on the bed, gently massaging the sting out of my butt cheeks. "Are you alright, my pet?" she asked. I nodded, my breath coming out in sobbing pants. She continued to stroke my back as I calmed down. "Look at me," my mistress demanded. I turned to her, and she studied my eyes and smiled seeing my clear eyes. "You did very well, my pet." I smiled at her praise. She slid a hand up my thigh to run a gentle finger through my dripping folds. Her eyes went wide as she felt my desire. "You are so wet, my pet. Did it turn you on to be strapped?"
A blush heated my cheeks and I nodded again, knowing that the pain caused by the leather strap had in fact added to my arousal and I was desperate to be allowed to come. She smirked at me and asked, "You would let me do anything to you if I let you come, wouldn't you, slave?" I immediately nodded and then blushed at the admission. Instead of responding,
my mistress slammed three fingers into my core and snapped, "Come now, slave." With a shudder, I clenched around her fingers and came.
"Good girl", she said, pulling her fingers out of me. She moved back to her cabinet and came back with wrist and ankle cuffs. She buckled them into place and then had me sit back so they could be buckled together. I let out a whimper as my weight settled onto my bruised ass. She studied me carefully for a moment before moving back to the cabinet. She returned with a dildo and lube. She twisted one end of the dildo causing it to start vibrating and pressed it against my sore nipple. I gasped, pulling back as the sensation sent delicious pain rocketing through me. The movement made me press more heavily into my new bruises and I whimpered. My mistress chuckled and turned off the vibrator to apply lube. Then she sat on the bed facing me. "Do not move, slave," She said, her voice promising pain if I should disobey her. I nodded my understanding and she lifted her feet to rest on my shoulders. It left her slick folds open in front of me and I whimpered, wanting nothing more than to close the distance and pleasure my mistress. She chuckled and slowly eased the dildo into herself. The sight had heat rushing to my core and I groaned. She turned the base again and I could hear the low buzz coming from the dildo. Slowly she began to pump the phallus in and out, moaning as her orgasm slowly began to build. My center clenched convulsively in time to her quickening thrusts, and I had to grit my teeth against my rising desire. As she drew closer to release, her free hand began to knead her breast, rolling her erect nipple between her fingers. I forgot to breathe as I watched her climax wash over her. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
As her last shudder faded, my mistress' eyes met mine. "Do you wish I had let you fuck me, slave?" I nodded and she smirked. "That's too bad. I like seeing you so tied up and helpless while I come." She sat up, dropping her feet to the floor and letting out a satisfied sigh. She unclipped my restraints and ordered me onto the bed. I moved to obey and she went back to the cabinet retrieving straps. She quickly tied me to the bed so that I was positioned on my knees, bent low so my sore ass was in the air. She had added the chain to ensure that I wouldn't be able to lift me head up. I was fully open and exposed to my mistress, panting with need as she returned to the cabinet. A few minutes later she returned to the bed, crawling to settle between my spread legs. I gasped when cold lube dripped down my crack. She chuckled, smearing it over my anus before leaning forward and pressing the tip of a slender dildo slowly into me. I relaxed, allowing the phallus to slide into my butt. I whimpered when it had slid in all the way and I could feel my mistress' hips resting against my bruised skin. She slowly began to thrust into me, and I gradually opened further for her, rocking to meet each slow thrust. Then she began to thrust in earnest. She pounded into me, her hips slapping against my sore flesh with each thrust. The pain instantly transferred to pleasure and I felt an orgasm building quickly. My body tensed, a single thrust away from bliss and my mistress stopped.