by Ellie Norton
"Oh, Rachel, are you done already?" She called.
I stopped and turned to her, forcing my face into some semblance of polite interest. "Yeah, Kerri. I'm going to work from home for the rest of the day."
"Alright," she said smiling. "You know, you did an amazing job on Friday night."
"Thanks. It was kinda crazy. I didn't realize you were there," I said, wishing she'd stop talking so I could leave. My temper was too close to the surface for me to hold it in much longer.
"Well, you were pretty busy. Can I take you out to dinner this Friday before your shift, so you'll know what I'm wearing and can keep an eye out for me?" She asked seductively.
"Dude, no!" was out of my mouth before I had time to think. She flinched and I hurried to explain, "Look, I'm sorry, but I have a girlfriend."
Her eyes narrowed, "Is it that blonde who visited you in the booth on Friday? Because she was hitting on practically every girl there when you weren't looking."
And with those words, all of the anger and frustration from the day nearly overwhelmed me. I stalked over to Kerri's desk and snapped, "You're lying. You don't know Emma like I do, you—just let it go." I wanted to hurl insults at the girl, but instead I turned on my heel and slammed out the door.
It wasn't until I pulled into Emma's driveway that I remembered she wouldn't be there. I glanced at the clock. They had probably only left for the airport about half an hour prior to my arrival. Which meant that it would be several hours before Emma would be home. I had two choices, go inside and be alone, or go home and be alone. I turned off the car and let myself into my girlfriend's home. I'd only been here without her once before and that hadn't been for very long. Today was different as I didn't want to do anything but wait for Emma to come home and hold me. I buckled on my collar and for the first time, I didn't feel my stress and worries fade away. Instead, a deeper sense of vulnerability settled over me as my anger dissolved. As I felt the first tears track down my neck, I almost ripped the collar off. My hands were even on the buckles, but I stopped myself. That was for my mistress to do, and in that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to curl up in her arms while I cried out the awful day. As more tears spilled down my cheeks, I went into the playroom and crawled onto the bed, curling into as small a ball as I could manage.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I was aware of was the feeling of Emma's arms wrapping around me. "Rachel? What's going on? Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. I didn't answer, I just shifted into her lap and leaned my head on her shoulder so I could breathe in her clean scent. Her arms closed protectively around me and she just held me for a moment before saying, "What's going on, love? I need you to answer me."
I tried to answer, but all I got out was, "I—I—uh." I shrugged, unable to offer any other explanation.
"Honey, you're really starting to scare me. What happened?" She said, tilting my face up so she could meet my gaze.
Her green eyes seemed to see right through me and I whimpered as my feeling of vulnerability increased even further. I knew I needed to answer her, but I had no idea why I was reacting this way and it scared me. I'd had bad days before, but they'd never affected me like this. As I struggled to find the words to answer her, I saw a hint of some darker emotion cross her face and it felt like she'd slapped me. I flinched and pulled away from her to move to the other side of the bed. I wrapped my arms protectively around my knees, and struggled to calm the panic that had raced through me.
Emma watched me for a minute before quietly saying, "Are you hurt?" I shook my head. "What's going on, Rachel? I've never seen you like this," she said, frustration and worry in her voice.
"I don't know," I managed to get out.
"Ok, can you tell me what happened after you left this morning?" she asked softly.
The soft tone didn't mask the fact that she was quickly losing her patience with me and it made me cringe. I hesitated for a moment before mumbling, "I had a really bad day."
Emma sighed, "I had gathered that much. But what happened to make it so bad?"
"I—I don't know," I said, unable to find the right words to explain how an asshole and a pushy bitch could make me feel so vulnerable. I couldn't meet her eyes so I focused my eyes on my feet.
After a moment, Emma snapped out, "Rachel, look at me!"
I flinched again, but turned and met her gaze. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered.
She smiled gently at me, and I felt even more exposed than ever before, but she didn't see it. "What happened, love?" she asked gently.
As fresh tears began to spill down my cheeks, I managed to say, "I got hit on by our receptionist." It was the least of the things that had happened, but it was the first to come out.
Emma's reaction was instantaneous. Her eyes filled with possessive fury and she roared, "WHAT!?" I didn't think, I just reacted to her fury, and I was running across the room for the door before I even registered her question. Emma beat me to the door and blocked my escape. "What the hell, Rachel?" she asked, her voice cold.
I shook my head, backing across the room. She took a step towards me and suddenly my hands were on the buckles again, trying to rip the collar from my neck. Emma was next to me in an instant, reaching out to gently stop my hands. "I—I can't," I said, struggling in her grip.
"Shhh, Rachel. It's ok. I've got you. You're safe," she said wrapping her arms around me and pulling me against her. I strained to get away from her, but she just held me and eventually I gave in, sagging against her as I sobbed. She continued to offer soothing words as she rubbed my back. Eventually my sobs quieted and I fell silent in her arms. She was silent for several minutes before she said, "I'm sorry, love. I reacted badly. Are you ok?"
I was finally calm enough to think, so I said, "Not really. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel really vulnerable. I'm sorry that I ran."
"It's ok, honey. Do you think you can tell me what happened, now? I promise not to get mad again while you do," Emma asked.
"I think so, but can we sit down?" I asked hesitantly.
"Alright, love," she replied, pulling me to the bed. She sat and pulled me onto her lap, wrapping both arms around me.
I took a deep, calming breath before explaining my day to her. I ended with my unusual reaction to putting on the collar. When I was finished, Emma was silent for long enough that I twisted in her arms to look at her. I was surprised to see a tear roll down her cheek. I reached out and brushed it away. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't mean to make you cry. I don't know what's wrong with me today," I said, regretfully.
"Oh, love, this isn't your fault. It's mine. I'm sorry you had such a bad day at work, but the rest of it is completely my fault. I'm so sorry, Rachel," Emma said comfortingly.
"What do you mean?" I asked, having no idea what she was talking about.
She sighed, "Rachel, when was the last time we were in this room?"
Her question made me pause and think. We'd spent the last two nights in Emma's bed, after hanging out with Kristen. "Not since Saturday," I answered, still not really understanding what she was getting at.
"Exactly. I haven't dominated you since we were with Kristen," she said softly.
"Oh yeah, but why does that matter?"
"I think maybe part of you was worried that I wouldn't want you anymore. And when that bitch said I'd been hitting on other people, it probably fed into your insecurities, and made you feel more vulnerable in the collar," she explained.
Everything she said felt right, but still didn't ease the vulnerability. So, I had to ask, "Do you?"
"Do I what?" she asked, her confusion evident in her eyes.
"Do you still want me, Mistress?" I asked, my voice so quiet it almost came out as a squeak.
The confusion was replaced by that possessive hunger that I had grown used to, and it acted like a balm on my insecurities before she even said, "Oh yes, my pet. I want you very much. Do you still want me to be your mistress?" Her voice was nearly a purr and it
sent a shiver through me.
"I'm yours to do with as you please, Mistress Bonita," I said formally. As I did, I felt a shift within me and I relaxed, my stress and worries finally falling away, taking most of the vulnerability with it.
Emma grinned, "Are you sure, Rachel?"
I met her gaze levelly, feeling steadier than I had in hours. "Yes, Em. Make me yours again."
Her grin turned evil for a split second before she flipped me over and her hand came down hard on my still bruised ass. I yelped and she snarled, "Get up and pull your pants down, pet. I have to punish you for two acts of disobedience before I remind you that you never stopped being mine."
"Yes, Mistress," I said grinning as I did as she asked, and lay back down across her lap. As I settled back over her lap, I asked, "What are my two crimes, Mistress?"
"First you used my name without permission," She said, exasperated and I nodded, I knew that one, but I didn't know what the other was. "Second crime was trying to remove your collar yourself."
"Oh, I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't mean to. I just panicked," I apologized.
"I know love, but it won't go unpunished," she said flatly.
I glanced up at her to see her smiling lovingly down at me. The look warmed my heart, even as anticipation began to race through me. "Eyes down, my pet. You will count out each blow," She ordered sternly.
"Yes, Mistress," I breathed. Once I had lowered my eyes, Emma gripped my collar with one hand while the other fell sharply across my exposed backside. "One," I grunted out. As the spanking continued, I felt my body relax further even as heat raced to my core and moisture pooled between my thighs. After I panted out "Ten" my mistress' hand stayed against my heated skin to lightly rub out the sting from my heated flesh. "Thank you, Mistress," I said.
"You're welcome, my pet. Feeling better?" she asked, her tone sounding amused.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you."
"Are you up for more?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said immediately making her chuckle. "But, I don't think I can handle anything too hardcore tonight," I added honestly.
"I know, love. I won't push you any more than that," she replied.
"Ok, thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome. Lay on your back," She ordered and I moved to obey. She looked down at me for a moment before asking, "Can you handle a little more vulnerability?"
I nodded, "Yes, Mistress."
She smiled, "Good. Don't move." I smiled, but stayed where I was as she moved to the cabinet to retrieve a pair of wrist cuffs. She came back to the bed and studied me for a moment before buckling them into place, clipping them together and fastening them to the headboard above me. Then she began to stroke my body. I arched into her touch, moaning. Each loving touch heightened my desire and I was soon panting with need. Gradually, her hands made their way down my body and then ran two fingers lazily through my slick folds. I moaned and she turned her attention to my clit. My hips jerked up to meet her fingers and she smiled. I returned the smile and she slowly pressed one long finger into me. By that time I was open and ready for more, but she kept things slow, lightly thrusting into me and slowly encouraging an orgasm to build.
As I neared the edge, she added a second finger and paused, curling them inside me, making me shudder as she hit that perfect spot within me. Then she began to slowly thrust again. She kept up the slow pace until I was desperate to come then she quietly asked, "Who do you belong to, my pet?"
I gasped out, "I belong to you, Mistress."
Emma picked up the pace of her thrusts, and I felt myself almost on the edge of bliss. "Yes, Rachel. You're mine. Say it."
"I'm yours," I groaned, nearly there.
"Say 'you're mine' and I'll let you come, my pet," she demanded.
"I'm yours," I said on a moan.
"No, say 'you're mine'," she ordered, still continuing to thrust faster.
It took a moment for my brain to figure out the distinction. When I did, I tensed, suddenly on the on the brink, my inner walls clamping around her fingers. "You're mine, Mistress!" I said as a shudder ran through me and I fell over the edge.
Chapter 17
The next day, I felt steadier when I walked into Darrin’s office. "What can I do for you, Rachel?" Darrin asked as soon as I entered.
I smiled briefly and sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Hey, Darrin. I wanted to talk to you about the group I last met with," I said trying to stay as professional as possible.
He sat at his desk, studying me. "Alright, what about them?"
I took a breath and said, "I think that they might respond better to a male producer."
His eyes narrowed, but his voice was calm as he asked, "What makes you say that?"
"I met with them yesterday, and it didn't go well," I said simply.
"Did something happen?" he asked in an overly quiet voice.
"No," I said startled by the protective look I saw in his eyes. "No, nothing happened. Based on the rants the guy was spouting, I just think that they will respect a male producer more than me."
"I see," he said, his voice dark. "I will take care of it, Rachel. Thank you for coming to me."
I started to get up to leave, as he was obviously dismissing me, but I stopped, turning back to face him. "Darrin, are you this protective of all your employees? Or, is this because you have seen me in very compromising positions outside of work?"
His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he barked out a laugh. After a moment, he said, "I take care of my employees, and would reassign an artist or band if any of my producers came to me with an issue like this. But you are right. I wouldn't have gotten quite so angry on their behalf as I just did for you. I apologize, Rachel. It isn't right to bring our personal relationship into the office."
I shrugged, offering a small smile. "It's alright Darrin. I think I can understand the difficulty of your situation." I glanced at the door and lowered my voice to say, "You strike me as a good domme. You've seen my in a very vulnerable state on more than one occasion. I imagine that makes it harder for you to not feel protective on my behalf, especially in a situation where my mistress cannot protect me."
Darrin pursed his lips, studying me. "You may be right, Rachel. For someone so new to the lifestyle, you seem to have a very good understanding of a domme's reactions."
It wasn't a question, but I could see that he wanted an answer. I smiled and said, "Emma and I spend a lot of time talking about the way we respond to each other. Although, if you ask her, it's because I'm a natural."
He chuckled, "Alright. Thank you for your understanding and for pointing out a weakness I was unaware of that could complicate our working relationship. I will try to keep it from becoming an issue in the future."
I nodded, "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it, but I'm sure Emma would appreciate you keeping an eye on me when she can't."
"I believe you may be right about Ms. Parker," he said with a twinkle in his eye. I chuckled and took the opportunity to leave.
The rest of the week flew by. I had no other problems with any of the other artists I had meetings with and Bruno Mars was wonderful. He was incredibly charming and helped me get over my nerves at meeting him. I was really looking forward to working with him on his album.
On Saturday, Emma and I decided to spend some time packing up our respective homes. We planned to go out for dinner and dancing later that night. So, I was surprised when I heard the knock on my door at 3pm. I wasn't expecting anyone, but I put down my tape gun and hurried over to answer the door. Emma was standing there, wearing a long jacket that fell to mid-thigh. The jacket was buttoned tightly and all I could see under it was the smooth bare legs and tall black stiletto heels. I quickly took in her appearance before looking up to meet her narrow-eyed gaze.
"Hey, Em. What're you doing here? I thought we were both going to spend today starting to pack," I said, trying to figure out why she was giving me that look. Emma just raised an eyebrow and stepped past me into the apartment. I closed the do
or as nerves danced through me. Had I done something to piss her off? I couldn't think of anything and I turned to her confused. "Emma, did I—"
She cut me off, "Don't speak, Rachel." I shut my mouth and she slowly unbuttoned her jacket, letting it fall open to reveal the green corset and matching thong underneath. I felt my eyes widen in surprise as heat immediately began to race through me. I looked back up into her eyes, opening my mouth to ask what she was doing, but she glared at me and said, "I told you not to speak. Do not make me punish you." I closed my mouth and waited, my mind racing. We never played in my apartment. What was she doing? Seeing the confusion, she took pity on me and explained, "I was packing up some of my clothing and I remembered how turned on you were by the idea of kneeling to me in your home. I decided it would be a crime to lose that opportunity before we moved in together. Do you have a problem with that, my pet?"
My underwear grew damp with my immediate arousal, but I casually leaned back against the door. She had dropped this on me without asking and I wasn't going to make this easy for her. I smirked, "No, Em. But this is my home. Maybe you should be the one to kneel to me."
Her eye flashed dangerously and she stalked towards me, letting her large purse fall to the floor with a heavy thud. As she closed the distance, I had to work to keep my stance casual. I wanted to submit to her, but my pride refused to let me give in to the look in her eyes. When she was close enough to me for me to feel her body heat but just far away enough to not touch me, she stopped and said, "Kneel."
I stared up into her eyes defiantly, and demanded, "You kneel."
Before I could react, she fisted a hand in my hair, pulling my head back so my body arched into her and ordered, "Kneel, now!"
It was nearly my undoing, but when my knees began to buckle, her hand relaxed in my hair and I was able to twist away. I moved behind her and pushed her against the door, leaning my body into her to keep her there. "No," I stated, biting hard into her exposed shoulder.