by Ellie Norton
A shiver ran through her and I felt a moment of victory. But then she snarled, "You are going to regret this, my pet."
It sent a shudder through me. And as I was distracted by my arousal, my weight shifted slightly off her and she used the advantage to turn around. She pulled me to her, staring into my eyes with the full force of her dominant will. I could see that she wasn't pissed at me, but I couldn't hold her gaze for long. The second I looked away, I was a goner. "Mine," she growled, biting my collarbone hard.
Another shudder ran through me and I sagged against her. Her hand fisted in my hair again, pulling my head back so she could claim my lips. I clenched my jaw and refused to submit to the kiss. My heart was racing and I was pretty sure that she could feel how hard my nipples were, but I wasn't ready to give in. Her hand tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to make delicious pain radiate across my scalp. I whimpered but didn't open for her. She broke the kiss to glare down at me. I didn't meet her eyes, instead I tried to dart in and fasten my mouth against the curve of exposed breast above her corset. I knew she would stop me with the hand in my hair, but it sufficiently distracted her enough to allow me to reach out and cup her center in one hand. "Mine," I said, smirking when her eyes fluttered shut for the briefest moment.
Her eyes flew open and she glared at me, reaching down to grip my wrist, twisting to pull it away from her. "I did not give you permission to touch me." In a move too fast for me to follow, she had me spun around and within seconds had my wrists secured behind my back in handcuffs. I gasped, I had no idea where they had been, but now I was truly trapped. She spun me back to face her, a victorious smirk on her face. "Will you kneel to me now? If you do, I will let you pleasure me."
I gave her my most defiant look and said, "No, Emma. I still think you should kneel before me."
She stared down at me in shock for a moment before her eyes narrowed. "You are making this worse for yourself, my pet. Submit to me and kneel."
I didn't bother to answer her. I just stood there and smirked. She glared at me for a moment, before moving around me to grab to her purse. As she did, I rushed over to my bedside table and awkwardly started to pull open the drawer. I had a pair of handcuff keys in there and if I could get them, I could turn the tables on her. Unfortunately, she had followed me with purse in hand. She pushed me onto the bed so I landed on my side. She immediately straddled me, holding me in place with her body. I squirmed, trying to free myself, but she was too good and I couldn't dislodge her. She pulled open her purse and took out a short length of rope. She tied it off around the chain on my handcuffs before securing it to my headboard.
Only then did she climb off me and stood next to the bed glowering down at me. "Submit, Rachel."
I looked up at her, studying her carefully. I could see that she was getting frustrated and I knew I didn't have much more time before I truly pissed her off. The only thing I could do was appeal to her competitive side. "Make me," I said.
Her eyes flared at the challenge and she gave me an evil grin. "I already have you at my mercy, love. If you don't submit to me soon, I will have you begging me to let you kneel and kiss my feet."
My center clenched in anticipation. But I grinned, "I doubt it, Em."
This time she didn't answer, but her smile widened. She straddled my legs and began to undo my jeans. She shifted to pull them off, but when I tried to flail my legs to keep her off me, she grabbed one and flipped me onto my stomach. Immediately, her hand came down hard on my ass. I yelped, bucking forward. She didn't give me time to recover from the first slap, but instead started spanking me in earnest. In seconds, she had me panting out little moans, but still I wasn't ready to submit to her.
Eventually, the spanking ended and she pulled off my soaked underwear with a chuckle. Then she started fishing through her purse again. I wondered what she was getting. I didn't have to wait very long until I felt her spread my ass cheeks and the tip of a plug teased my entrance. I expected her to ease it in, so I wasn't prepared for her to push it into me in one quick thrust. I yelped, bucking against my restraints. Immediately, she began spanking me again. I gritted my teeth against the moans that wanted to escape with my rising desire. She didn't say anything as she continued to bring her hand down on my heated ass cheeks, but I could feel the weight of her commanding glare. Part of me wanted to submit to her, but my stubborn pride refused to allow me to give in and I fought my body's need to come.
I have no idea how long she continued to spank me, but when I was nearly crazy with need, she coldly said, "Submit pet and you may come." It was the sound of her voice after so long that was my undoing. I stopped fighting and gave in. With a long, desperate moan, I submitted and fell over the edge.
As I came down from my orgasm, I felt Emma release my wrists and turn me over. She studied me carefully for a moment, and seeing no signs of further defiance asked, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," I said simply, unable to bring myself to call her 'Mistress' without my collar.
One eyebrow lifted, but instead of immediately answering she reached into her bag and pulled out several straps. She buckled them around my thighs before taking my wrists and securing them with the straps so that my arms were trapped against my sides. Once they were in place, she pulled out the remote control dildo and remote. She shoved it into me without warning and I gasped. She smirked at me and began tying the other straps around my legs. She tightened them until my legs were pressed together. I knew that no matter what she did, I wouldn't be able to push the dildo out of me.
Emma grinned up at me. "Comfortable?" she asked.
"Not really," I admitted, wondering what she would do next.
"I'm sorry, love. You really should have submitted when you had the chance," she said with a hint of regret in her voice.
I started to speak, but she turned on the dildo and I forgot how to breathe. When I was able to get my breath back, I gasped out a "Fuck".
Emma glared, "You will not use that language, my pet."
"I'm sorry, Emma," I said.
Her eyes immediately narrowed. "You will be even more sorry before I am finished with you. You are not to come until I tell you." She reached back into her purse and pulled out a gag.
I felt my eyes widen and I hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."
"Since you seem unable to address me properly, you have lost the privilege of speaking," she said forcing the gag into my mouth and buckling it in place.
I struggled against my bonds as the dildo continued to move within me, but I couldn't free myself. Emma sat back and watched me struggle. I could feel my inner muscles clamping around both phalluses and I had to struggle not to fly over the edge and give in to my body's need for release. Emma just watched with a smirk, knowing how close I was. It seemed like the more I struggled, the closer I slid towards orgasm. Just before I disobeyed orders and gave into bliss, the dildo stopped moving. I groaned and Emma chuckled.
"You really should have submitted sooner, love," she said. I nodded in agreement. Emma reached back into her purse and pulled out a small vibrator. She sat back and spread her legs and after turning on the vibrator, she pushed aside the thin strip of fabric and began rubbing the vibrator against her clit. Immediately she began to moan, "Oh, Rachel, this feels so good." I whimpered and she smiled. "Do you wish you could touch me?" I nodded again. She let out another moan and continued to work herself with the vibrator. As I watched, she grew more aroused and I could see moisture glistening on her folds. I longed to replace her hand with my mouth and didn't even notice the small, needy sounds escaping my lips. Just before she came, she turned on the dildo inside me again. I bucked, groaning against my restraints, instantly back on the edge of my own release. She didn't leave it on for more than 10 seconds, but it was enough to bring me right back to the brink. I whimpered when it turned back off, shutting my eyes against my disappointment. I immediately heard Emma cry out and my eyes flew back open to watch as she came.
"Oh God, that felt good," she said, grinning
when I let out a desperate moan. She climbed up the bed, lifting my shirt and bra up to expose my breasts. She began to tease my hard nipples with the vibrator. I jerked, trying to move away from the sensation as my inner walls clamped back around the phalluses within me. Emma's eyes narrowed, "Do not come, my pet. I mean it."
I met her eyes and nodded my understanding, even as waves of heat washed over me. With a small evil smile, she began to run the vibrator over my skin, continuously circling back to my breasts. I continued to struggle against the sensations until Emma barked out, "Submit, Rachel! You are mine."
Her words fell into my mind and lodged there, pushing away the last of my stubborn pride. Something within me settled and my body grew still, obeying my mistress' order. "Good girl," she said, moving the vibrator to one of my nipples while her other hand found my other nipple and began to pinch and roll the hard tip between her thumb and fingers. A moan escaped my lips and she turned the dildo back on. My hips jerked up in response, but quickly settled back onto the mattress. I could still feel my body's rising desire but it became easier to avoid the growing orgasm once I submitted to my mistress.
My orgasm continued to build within me and just before it washed over me, Emma turned the dildo off again. I groaned as it stilled within me. I knew that she was punishing me for fighting her control, but I was desperate for release. She watched me for a long time before giving me a half smirk and rolling off the bed. She grabbed her purse and moved over to the couch, leaving me helpless on the bed. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she left me there for a long time, periodically turning on the vibrator for 10-20 seconds at a time, just to keep my body on the edge of bliss. After the third time she did this, I felt tears spill down my cheek. My entire being was focused on the phalluses filling me and the desperate need in my center.
Eventually Emma came back over to the bed and looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. I could barely see her through the tears still spilling from my eyes. "Are you ready to kneel to me my pet?" She asked coldly. I immediately began nodding as small pathetic whimpers escaped around the gag. She eyes softened slightly and she asked, "Do you know who in in control, Rachel?" I nodded again and she crawled onto the bed to straddle me. "Good, because you are mine," she said. Then she leaned down and bit hard into my collarbone at the same time she turned the dildo back on. I screamed into the gag and came. Instantly, the trance fell over my mind and I floated in the blissful peace of knowing that my mistress was answering my need.
Dimly, I felt her remove the gag and words began to fall from my lips. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours."
"Shhh, love. I know. It's ok. I'm here. You did well," my mistress said, wiping away the tears as they continued to fall. She turned off the dildo and continued to stroke me for a while. Eventually, she shifted and released my legs, pulling out the dildo before undoing the straps around my wrists and thighs. Then she gently rolled me over and removed the plug.
Once she was done, she climbed back off the bed and her eyes hardened. "Kneel at my feet and kiss them," she demanded.
I was on my knees in front of her with my lips lowering to her feet before the order filtered through the fog clouding my mind. I had no idea when she had removed her shoes, but I took the opportunity to kiss each of her toes in turn before placing soft kisses across the top of each foot. "Good girl," she said, pulling her feet out of my reach.
I sat back and dreamily smiled up at her. "Thank you, Mistress," I said placidly.
"You're welcome, love," She said with a gentle smile. "Stay there," she ordered before retrieving her purse and fishing out my collar.
She handed it to me, and the realization that I had submitted so completely to her without it immediately brought me out of the trance. I gaped up at her for a minute and she smirked. I took a deep breath and reached out to take the collar, suddenly feeling completely vulnerable. I quickly buckled it into place with a sigh, my insecurities melting away with that familiar shift. "Thank you, Mistress," I said again.
Emma smiled and said, "You're welcome. Though you do realize that that was just the first part of your punishment, don't you, my pet?"
I looked up at her, feeling a sudden trepidation fill me. "What do you mean, Mistress?" I asked.
She chuckled, leaning down to bring her face close to mine. "I'm taking you shopping, Rachel. We have some things to buy before the Campman party."
"Oh, alright," I said, not understanding why that would be a punishment.
Emma smirked again, "You will be blindfolded, gagged and leashed, my pet. That is your punishment." I gaped up at her for a while, unable to form a clear response as half of my brain was terrified by the thought, and the other half was incredibly turned on. Emma noticed and her smirk grew into an evil grin. "Now you understand, don't you?"
I swallowed hard and managed a muttered, "Yes, Mistress."
"Good, now go get dressed, love. Wear a button down shirt, and a skirt. I don't want to have to struggle to get you changed in the fitting room."
"Yes, Mistress," I said again, moving to obey.
As I got dressed, Emma moved to my dresser and pulled out a pair of her jeans, which she pulled on with the corset. She looked so hot, that I momentarily forgot what I was doing so I could watch the way she moved in the clothes. I felt myself grow wet again at the sight of her. She noticed me staring and her eyebrow shot up. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something, my pet?"
"What? Oh yeah, sorry, Mistress," I replied blushing. I hurriedly grabbed a shirt and pulled it on. Emma chuckled.
Once we were ready to go, Emma paused by the door. "I will wait until we get to the store before I gag and blindfold you. I will not release your leash, but I don't want you to see my purchases. Do you understand?"
I nodded, "Yes, Mistress."
"Good, let's go." She said, leading me out to her car.
When we arrived at Mistress Britney's store, Emma actually waited until we were inside before she tied my gag and blindfold in place and attached my leash. I think she was doing it in case we ran into anyone who would recognize me from Tusk, and I appreciated it. I was nervous at not being able to see, but my mistress kept a close grip on the leash and I didn't run into any of the clothing racks. I relaxed and let her lead me deeper into the store.
I heard laughter coming from my right, before I could get offended I heard someone say, "Bonita, this is a surprise. What has your pet done to deserve this?" I recognized the voice as belonging to the store's manager and I blushed softly.
Emma stopped, and with a slight yank on the leash, indicated I should kneel. I sank to my knees as she turned to the other domme. "My pet refused to submit this afternoon, so she has lost the privilege of choosing her clothing for the Campman's party," She said, her voice coming out harsh and angry.
"Oh, my. Well, I see you were able to remind her of her place," Mistress Britney said, obviously amused.
"Yes, I was. I don't want her to know what I choose today. Will you help me?" Emma asked.
"Of course," the manager said before raising her voice and calling out, "Jennifer, please prepare a dressing room for Mistress Bonita and her pet."
"Yes, Mistress," came the reply from the other side of the store.
"Please, lead the way," Mistress Britney said turning back towards my mistress.
Emma tugged on the leash and I rose to my feet a little unsteadily. She put a hand on my waist to steady me, and I leaned into her to show my appreciation. My mistress allowed the contact for a moment before she tugged on the leash again and said, "Come along, Rachel."
I nodded, not knowing if she even saw the gesture and followed her deeper into the store. We paused at various racks and Emma and Mistress Britney exchanged a few vague words before we continued to the next. Without my sight, I had no idea what part of the store we were in, and neither of them gave any indication to help me. For a while, I was nervous, not sure what Emma would make me wear, but eventually, I realized that I didn't really care. I trusted
Emma and she had never once done anything to make me doubt her wardrobe choices. I relaxed and followed meekly behind her.
Once they had picked out enough clothing, I was taken into a dressing room and my mistress carefully removed my clothing and helped me try on various things. They were of such different styles that I was still unable to determine what Emma had in mind, but I didn't complain. I just followed her orders and let myself be dressed. The only time I balked was when I felt the lacy frills of a baby doll dress. I let out a disgusted grunt that made Emma laugh.
"What's wrong my pet? You look good in lace," she asked, amused. I groaned, having no other way to express my displeasure. Immediately, I felt a tug on my collar and was pulled against my mistress. "Who do you belong to slave?" I couldn't answer, so I hung my head in acknowledgement. "That's right, my pet. You are mine, and if I chose to make you my princess, you will submit, won't you?" I could hear the irritation in her voice and I nodded, not wanting to add to my punishment. "Good girl," she said lightly slapping my bare ass under the dress. I moaned, making her chuckle and I knew I was forgiven.
When we emerged from the dressing room, Mistress Britney asked, "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Yes, I would like to purchase this for my pet. Do you still have her measurements on file?" Emma asked.
"Of course."
"Good, please make sure it fits properly. Can you have it delivered to my house?" Emma asked her voice carefully bland.
"Of course, Bonita. She will look stunning in this," the manager replied.
"Thank you."
"It's no trouble. Have you decided what you will wear?" Britney asked.
"I believe so, I have been eying something for a while that I think will work with my pet's outfit. But I would like to try it on first."
"Of course, Bonita. Would you like for me to hold your pet's leash while you retrieve it?" Mistress Britney asked casually.