by Ellie Norton
"I did not give you permission to come, slave," she snarled.
I whimpered, but nodded my understanding. She gave me a few moments to collect myself and force my body away from the edge. When my body relaxed, my mistress began thrusting the dildo into my ass again. This time I fought my body's needs as she plunged within me. But despite all my efforts, I found myself sliding closer to the edge of desire again. Again, my mistress stopped seconds before I came. This time she said nothing as she waited for me to relax. As soon as I did, she began to thrust again. She continued to deny me orgasms until frustrated, needy tears streamed down my cheeks and I was becoming sore from the near constant friction. Then, instead of giving me release, she pulled backed up until the dildo slid out of me and she moved off the bed. I heard the strap-on fall to the floor and I whimpered. My mistress was back a moment later and I felt her press a magic egg into my core. I tried to clench around her fingers to keep them inside me, but I earned a sharp slap on my bruised ass instead. With a dull buzz, she turned on the egg. It began vibrating within me and I moaned.
I could feel my mistress' gaze on me for a long time. It further ignited my need, but when I realized that the egg wouldn't be enough stimulation to bring me orgasm, I slumped as much as my bonds would allow. The vibrations were only enough to keep my arousal heightened, but not enough to bring me relief. I could hear Emma chuckle as she moved away from the bed. I know she didn't leave the room, but I couldn't hear her moving about the room and I have no idea what my mistress was doing. Eventually, I realized that she was intentionally leaving me helpless to do anything to relieve my desperate need. She truly could do anything she wanted to me and I was completely powerless to stop her. The realization was followed immediately by acceptance and I relaxed completely. Submission wrapped over me and I waited for my mistress' pleasure. I hadn't fallen into the trance only because my mistress had told me not to.
"Come now, slave," my mistress demanded, and between one heartbeat and the next, I came so hard that I pushed the egg out of me. It buzzed around on the bed until my mistress grabbed it and turned it off. She removed my bonds and I turned to look at her, waiting for her next order. She studied me intently for a moment before smiling and pulling me into her arms. "You did really well, Rachel. I'm proud of you," she said, kissing my temple. I let out a long sigh and let myself rest against her. She stroked my back.
After a long time, she asked, "Do you feel better, love?" I nodded against her shoulder. She tilted my chin up so I would meet her gaze. "You may speak now."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said, meaning everything she had done to me.
The look in her eyes told me she understood. "You're welcome, my pet," she said automatically. Then with her voice hesitant, she asked, "How close were you to stopping me?"
I smiled, "The crop on my nipples and the final lash from the strap both rated a 7. But if you had done either of them again, I would have stopped you."
She smiled, "Good, that's what I thought." She paused and frowned before saying, "I'm sorry I bruised your ass again."
"I'm not, mistress," I said honestly.
"Really?"
"Really, I belong to you, mistress." I assured her.
She smiled and asked, "Did you enjoy what I did to you today?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered immediately.
"Do you want me to do it to you again?" She asked.
"Not immediately, but yes," I answered.
"Good. I do love making you helpless, my pet."
"Me too, Mistress."
"Good, because I'm not done with you yet," Emma said, her eyes showing the familiar possessive hunger that sent shivers down my spine.
I smiled, "I am yours to do with as you please."
Chapter 15
I smiled, "I am yours to do with as you please."
My mistress smiled in return. "Yes, you are," she said, running her hand possessively down my body to roughly grab my center. I let out a gasp and Emma smirked. "Now fuck me, slave."
A shiver ran through my body and I shifted to plunge two fingers into her slick channel. She was open and ready for me and I added a third finger before beginning to thrust into her. She moaned and I picked up speed, rubbing her clit with my thumb in time with my thrusts. My mistress' hips began rocking to meet each thrust. I could feel my own desire rising as her inner walls rhythmically clenched around my fingers. Then she tensed under me, and with a final thrust she came screaming my name. I smiled, continuing to thrust into her to prolong her pleasure.
When the last shudder died away, Emma flipped me onto my back and slammed three fingers into me. I gasped, clenching down around the digits. She pulled them back out and plunged them back into me, and I shuddered out an orgasm. She didn't stop her thrusts, she just continued to thrust harder into me, and I was suddenly on the edge of another orgasm. She leaned down pulling one sore nipple between her lips, biting gently down and I came again, harder than the time before.
Before I had time to recover, my mistress pulled me off the bed. I stumbled, trying to find my balance, and Emma wrapped an arm around my waist to help. When I was steady, she pulled me over to stand under one of the hooks in the ceiling. She quickly secured my wrists to the hook, pulling them above my head. Then she moved to the cabinet and retrieved ankle cuffs and a spreader bar. She then went to the cabinet and brought back a dildo that was larger than the one she had used that morning, quickly lubing it and pressing it against my opening. It was slightly too large to slide in easily, and I felt my inner muscles clench tight, not allowing it entrance. Emma's eyes flashed dangerously and she snarled, "Open for me, slave." I shuddered in response to the order, but my body refused to obey.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I can't," I gasped, feeling a single tear slide down my cheek.
My mistress' eyes narrowed and she pinched one sore nipple between her fingers, pressing down and sending waves of exquisite pain shooting through me. I whimpered, jerking against my bonds, but she didn't release the nipple. Instead she continued to squeeze harder and she said, "Submit, slave. I own you."
Her words struck home and I relaxed accepting the truth of them and the pain she was inflicting. The instant the tension drained out of my body, my mistress pushed the large dildo into me. I submitted to the sensation of its girth pressing uncomfortably against my inner walls. As I did, waves of mini orgasms rippled through me, opening me further for my mistress' pleasure. I moaned and my mistress slowly slid the dildo out, causing more blissful ripples to cascade through me, my eyes closing as I absorbed the sensations.
"Look at me, slave," my mistress barked out and my eyes flew open to lock on her possessive gaze. "Good girl," she said and shoved the large dildo as far into my core as it would go. I screamed out, coming harder than I ever had before. Emma smiled and the trance fell over me, leaving my mind floating in the bliss of knowing I had pleased my mistress.
Distantly, I could feel the dildo being pulled out of me, causing another, smaller orgasm to shudder through me. When it was gone, I could feel my release running down my inner thighs. My mistress studied me for a moment, and I felt myself get lost in the green depths of her eyes. "Oh love, I'm so proud of you," she said smiling at me.
I smiled back and dreamily said, "Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome, my pet," she replied and moved to release me from my bonds. My knees were weak and didn't want to support me. But I managed to stand on my own at my mistress' quiet demand. Once I was free, she picked me up and carried me to the bed. She held me against her, gently stroking my back and sides. "You did so well, love," she said kissing my temple.
I was about to respond when music started playing from across the room. I looked around in confusion, my foggy mind not immediately recognizing the cause of the noise. But my mistress stiffened and quickly rolled out of bed to hurry over and pull her phone out of the pocket in her pajamas. "Yes," she said into the phone.
It took me a moment but realization slid through the trance and by the time
Emma hung up the phone, I had pushed the fog away. "Kristen?" I asked.
Emma's mouth was a thin, worried line as she nodded. "Yeah," was all she got out before I was out of the bed, moving across the room to her side.
"Let's go, Mistress," I said gently so she wouldn't think it was a demand. She gave me a small worried smile, before we rushed to collect clothing and hurried to the car.
The car ride was agony between the fresh pain of my bruised ass and the worried tension both Emma and I were feeling. The drive felt like an eternity, even though it only took us about 25 minutes to reach Ava's house. Emma had to take a deep breath to regain her composure before we climbed out of the car. I followed a step behind her as she strode purposefully to the door and rang the bell.
It opened almost immediately and I knew they had been waiting for us. Kristen immediately launched herself into Emma's arms. I stood awkwardly behind them, giving the two friends a moment together. Ava watched with regret evident in her eyes. After a moment, Emma pulled back and asked Kristen, "Are you ok?"
"I think so," she said nodding.
Emma turned to me and said, "Rachel, please take Kristen to the car. I need just a moment with Ava."
"Yes, Mistress," I said immediately. I offered Kristen a hand and was relieved when she took it, offering me a small grateful smile as she did. I smiled at her and led her to the car. I could feel her hand trembling in mine, so I opened the rear door for her. She slid in, wrapping her hands protectively around herself. I climbed in after her, and pulled her against me. She stiffened momentarily and then let her body relax against my side. She was still trembling, so I rubbed soothing circles on her back while I watched my mistress talk to Ava.
After a minute of intense conversation, Emma reached out to gently squeeze Ava's arm. Ava smiled slightly in response and Emma returned to the car. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw us both in the backseat, but she didn't comment on it when she got behind the wheel. Kristen had stopped trembling by the time we reached Emma's house. By unspoken consent, none of us said anything on the drive back.
Once we were settled on the couch with Kristen cuddled between Emma and I, Emma gently asked, "What happened, Kristen?"
Kristen sighed, "I thought Ava told you."
"She did, but I want to hear your side of things," Emma admitted.
Kristen was quiet for a long time, and I didn't think she'd answer, but eventually she said, "It started out slowly. Ava tied us both up and had me watch while she did some stuff to Harold, but then she started to touch me. It was just little stuff at first. Which was thrilling, but then she started introducing toys and stuff, and it got intense, so she switched back to Harold for a while. When she came back to me, I asked about the flogger, because I was curious after the other night." She paused, blushing lightly. She took a deep breath and continued. "She started out lightly, which I liked, but then she started swinging it harder and I freaked out."
"I'm sorry, Kristen," Emma said and I could hear the sorrow and self-recrimination in her voice.
"It's ok, Em. I agreed to go over there." Kristen said before turning to me. "How do you do it, Rachel?"
"It's part of who I am, Kristen. I crave it and I trust that Emma will take care of me," I said.
Kristen sighed, and Emma asked, "Was it the pain, or the helplessness that freaked you out?"
Kristen took a minute to think about it. "The helplessness. I got scared when I couldn't get away from Ava," she answered honestly.
Emma studied her for a moment before carefully asking, "Was it because Ava was the one to make you helpless?" I looked sharply over at my mistress, knowing why she was asking, but she didn't look at me.
"I don't know," Kristen said hesitantly.
Somehow, I knew that she did know, but she didn't want to admit it. I bit my lip, my thoughts and feeling so much clearer than they had been that morning. I knew what my mistress wanted, and I suspected what Kristen wanted, and after my intense submission earlier, I knew what I wanted. As I hesitated over voicing the unspoken desire between the three of us, the memory of watching Emma perform the scene the week prior flashed through my mind. I let out a startled gasp as the desperate need I had felt that night surged through me. I felt two pairs of eyes on me and I turned to meet my mistress' green eyes first. They widened in shock and immediate possessive desire at what she saw in my eyes. I turned to Kristen and huskily asked, "Do you want Emma to make you helpless?"
Kristen's eyes went wide with a combination of shock, nerves and desire. "I—uh—I thought you said you wouldn't share," she stuttered.
"I know," I said softly. "But I was thoroughly reminded this morning that I serve my mistresses pleasures—"
Kristen cut me off, asking, "What do you mean?"
"Show her, Rachel," Emma ordered. I glanced at her and shuddered at the dominance I saw in her eyes. I stood and unzipped my jeans to show Kristen the red welts still visible on my ass cheeks.
"Oh my god!" she gasped.
I pulled my pants back up and knelt in front of her, looking into her shocked crystal blue eyes. "I needed that this morning. Emma knew it and took pleasure in giving me what I need, not in giving me the pain. Do you see the difference?"
"You needed that?" she asked.
"Yes, I told you that I find pleasure in some kinds of pain. The leather strap she used to cause those welts turned me on and the pain forced me into the deep submission that I needed this morning," I explained calmly.
Kristen turned to look at Emma, who nodded in response and said, "She got really wet from the strapping."
"Emma wouldn't do anything like this to you unless you asked for it, Kristen," I said earnestly, wanting her to hear the truth in my voice.
She turned back to me. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I am my mistress' slave. When I wear this collar, I only want to please her. She wants to make you helpless, and I think you want that too."
"But what about you, Rachel? What do you want?" Kristen asked, sounding a little desperate.
"I want my mistress to be happy. And I want her to order me to pleasure you," I answered huskily, surprised by the truth of my words. Kristen gasped, her eyes going dark with desire as she stared at me.
Emma chuckled, "Rachel, do you want that order for just anyone? Or specifically for Kristen?"
I turned to meet Emma's eyes. "Just Kristen, Mistress."
She nodded and not turning her eyes away from me, she asked, "Kristen, does that turn you on?"
"Yes," she answered breathily.
"Will you let me make you helpless, Kristen?" Emma asked, finally looking away from me. I followed her gaze and watched while Kristen hesitated.
Finally she asked, "Will you hurt me?"
"Only if you want me to," Emma said honestly.
"Ok, then I'll do it." Kristen said. "I've always been curious to know what it would be like to have you tie me up."
Emma gasped, "Really?"
Kristen blushed and mumbled, "Yeah, it's really the reason why I was such a bitch about your job. I'm sorry."
Emma's eyes narrowed, but her voice remained calm as she said, "We can talk about that later. First we need to discuss a few things. If things move past your comfort level, your safe word is 'red'. Rachel and I will both immediately stop whatever we are doing if you say it. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Kristen said.
"Second, you must obey every command I make. I won't abuse this rule; only use it to reinforce your helplessness. Do you consent?"
"Yes."
"Third, Rachel belongs to me. You will not order her to do anything, nor will you touch her unless I order you to. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Emma."
Emma smiled evilly, "Finally, once we enter the playroom, you will address me as 'Mistress' at all times. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good," she said before turning to me. "Go pick up the toys we were using earlier, my pet. We will join you in a minute. I am going to discuss Kristen
's hard limits with her privately."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, moving automatically to obey her.
"Thank you," she said, smiling softly at me.
They still hadn't come into the room when I was finished tidying, so I knelt in the middle of the room and waited. I still couldn't believe that I had instigated this, but I was glad I did. Anticipation made heat race through my body and my underwear grew damp with my arousal. Emma came in first, smiling at me briefly before moving over to her cabinet. Kristen hesitated in the doorway, her eyes wide and scared. I smiled gently and nodded at her. She took a deep breath and came in, closing the door behind her.
"Kristen, please kneel next to Rachel," Emma said quietly and I looked over to see her watching Kristen carefully. I could see the nerves in her green eyes, but she did a good job of masking them with her casual stance.
Kristen only nodded and moved to kneel next to me, tension evident in every line of her body. Emma brought over two sets of wrist cuffs. She buckled mine on first then turned to Kristen and ran a soothing hand down her hair before gently saying, "Give me your hands." Kristen offered her hands and I could see that they were shaking. Emma didn't clip either of our cuffs together yet and I knew that she was waiting until after we were undressed. "Thank you, Kristen," she said once the cuffs were attached. "How do they feel? Are they too tight?"