by Ellie Norton
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, opening the door to retrieve the bag from the back seat.
Emma didn't give him another glance as she pulled me into the house. Once inside, a young woman stepped forward to take my coat. Emma barely glanced at her as she handed over the material. The girl's eyes widened when she saw me, but she quickly averted her eyes. I immediately felt self-conscious, but my mistress tugged on the leash again and I followed her deeper into the house. We weren't the first to arrive, and I noticed a lot of heads turning our way. I quickly forgot my embarrassment as I began to enjoy the attention. No one approached as I was led into a nearly full sitting room. Emma stopped before a woman who had obviously been holding court. She tugged down on my leash and I immediately knelt, lowering my eyes to the hardwood floor.
My mistress waited until we were noticed before saying, "Madam Campman, thank you for the invitation. I am so pleased that I was able to attend."
"Mistress Bonita, it's lovely to see you. Thank you for coming," the woman said in a husky voice. I could feel her eyes on me as she asked, "Is this the slave that I've heard so much about?"
"Yes, this is my Rachel," Emma said with a chuckle.
"Well, perhaps you would be willing to give us a demonstration of her talents later," Madam Campman said.
"Of course. My pet would be delighted," Emma replied. I was confused, hadn't Emma been hired to do a scene tonight? Why were they acting like it wasn't pre-arranged? I didn't have long to ponder this as Emma said, "Rachel, kiss Madam Campman's boot."
I didn't glance up or respond. Instead I leaned forward and began kissing the soft leather. I felt humiliated as Emma had only once ever done this to me, but I knew better than to cause a scene. After a moment, Madam Campman stepped back.
"She is lovely. Thank you, Bonita," she said.
"It is my pleasure," Emma replied, tugging on the leash to indicate I should stand. She pulled me away and once we were alone, she said, "I'm sorry, Rachel. I forgot that you would have to do that. Madam Campman is old school and requires all submissives to kiss her feet."
I met her worried eyes and offered a small smile. "It's alright, Em. I didn't like it, but I understand."
Relief flooded her eyes. "Thank you, Rachel," she said before leading me into another room. She took a wine glass from a passing waiter and after taking a sip, she offered one to me. I absently took a sip as I gazed around the room. Hanging from the ceiling on the opposite side of the room was a cage. Emma noticed my gaze land on it and she purred into my ear, "Would you like to be caged, my pet?"
I shuddered, instantly aroused. "Only if it pleases you, Mistress," I answered breathily.
Emma chuckled and led me further into the house. She stopped to chat with some of the dommes and I noticed that every one of them was leading around a submissive. Most were wearing collars with leashes, but I saw one male submissive being led by a harness surrounding his dick. I blushed, quickly looking away. At least I wasn't the most exposed submissive in attendance. Eventually, we made it out onto the patio overlooking an expansive garden. As I wondered what it must cost to keep it looking so perfect, I failed to notice who approached. But Ava's laughter brought me back to my surroundings. Emma and I both turned to her at the same time.
"Wow, Bonita, you really out did yourself this time," Ava said with a grin, eyeing me with a smirk.
I blushed and looked down into Harold's startled eyes. He was wearing Ava's collar and a pair of black leather pants. I felt my blush deepen as I saw him take in my nearly naked body. In my embarrassment, I missed Emma's reply. But hearing my name, I turned away from Harold to look back at Ava.
"Rachel, are you alright?" she asked and I realized that she was repeating herself.
I smiled, feeling my embarrassment fade slightly and said, "Yes, I'm fine."
Emma ran a hand down my back and I turned my smile to her. Ava laughed again and said, "You really go all out. Thanks for the invite. I can't wait to see you guys perform."
Emma chuckled and turned back to Ava. "We're scheduled to perform last, so you've got some time."
Ava's face fell a little and she turned to Harold, "Do you think you'll be able to handle it if we stay?"
Harold gulped visibly, finally tearing his eyes from me to look up at his mistress. "Yes, Mistress," he said in a voice that wasn't certain at all.
Ava turned back to us and leaned in to quietly say, "This is the first time we've gone out in public and he's a little overwhelmed."
I understood completely and smiled encouragingly at him. "It'll be alright, Harold. Just follow Ava's lead and you'll be ok," I told him.
He nodded, but asked, "Are you sure?"
Before I could respond, Emma jerked down on my leash and I knelt, looking up at her in confusion. She gave me a small nod, telling me to continue my conversation, before she turned back to Ava. They began talking about inconsequential things and I knew she wanted me to help Harold. I turned back to him and said, "Yeah, Harold. I know it's a lot to take in, but Ava will take care of you. Just don't cause a scene."
Harold looked away for a moment before turning back to me. In a voice low enough that I had to strain to hear him, he said, "I'm still not completely sure about all this. How do you do it?"
I sighed, "It's part of who I am Harold. I crave it."
His eyes widened and he asked, "Really?" I nodded, but I could see that he didn't believe me. "You really crave being naked in front of a bunch of strangers?"
I glanced down at myself and blushed. "Not really, but I crave submitting to my mistress. She wanted me to wear this, so I am."
"Oh," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I never would have pictured you like this."
I laughed softly. "Me neither."
After a moment, he said, "You're nearly naked, but I still don't think I've ever seen you this relaxed."
I shrugged, not having an answer for him. We fell into silence as our mistresses continued to talk. Eventually, they noticed that we had finished our conversation and Emma smiled down at me. "Are you ready for the hard part, love?" she asked.
I returned the smile and asked, "What's the hard part, Mistress?"
She smirked, "Darrin just arrived."
My face fell and I immediately felt panic threaten to overwhelm me. "Uh…" I managed to get out.
Emma immediately knelt and pulled me against her. "It's ok honey. I was just teasing, we can avoid him if you want," she said soothingly, stroking my back. I relaxed into her and the panic receded.
I took a deep breath of her familiar scent and said, "That's ok. I trust you, Mistress. We can go talk to him. He will notice me eventually."
She smiled, "Alright, come on, love." She stood and after a quick good-bye to Ava, led me back into the house.
I saw the moment Darrin recognized us. His eyes went wide and he stopped talking mid-sentence as he took in our appearance. I flushed in embarrassment, but I kept my head up as we approached. I heard him excuse himself from the conversation he had been in and headed over to greet us.
"Bonita, what a delight," he said, taking in my near nudity.
Emma laughed, "Hello, Darrin. Are you enjoying the view?"
I felt my blush grow deeper as he grinned and finally turned to look at my mistress. "Very much. But I have to admit that you've surprised me again. This isn't a look I expected to see on our favorite DJ," he said softly.
Emma smiled, reaching out to play idly with my collar. "I know, but she is indulging her mistress. Aren't you, my pet?" She said the last part to me.
I looked up into her loving eyes and smiled, "Yes, Mistress. I only want to please you."
She smiled at me for a moment before turning back to Darrin. He was watching us with obvious jealousy. "Damn it, Bonita. How is it that every time you bring her out, she manages to surprise me?"
Emma chuckled and I answered with a smirk, "Just wait, sir. We have more surprises in store for later."
My mistress gripped my collar roughly and lowered her voic
e into a warning. "Rachel…"
I dropped my eyes, "I'm sorry, Mistress."
She relaxed her hand and turned back to Darrin. "She is right though. The night is young and we have more surprises planned for later." I felt smug, but I was careful to keep the emotion off my face.
Darrin tensed and his voice was eager when he asked, "So you really are doing a scene later?"
Emma chuckled again, "Yes, it's time to share my pet's talents with the community."
"Excellent, maybe Kathy here can learn a thing or two," Darrin said, pulling lightly on the leash he held. For the first time, I noticed that he had brought the sub Emma had borrowed on the night of his party. She looked up at me with a combination of awe and resentment in her eyes and I wondered what Darrin had said about me.
I didn't have time to puzzle it out, because Emma said, "Maybe. We'll see you around Darrin, we must mingle more."
"Of course, Bonita. Enjoy yourself Miss Martel," he said before Emma pulled me to another part of the house.
By the time we were headed to the stage in one of the large sitting rooms, rumors had spread and the room was packed with people. Emma hadn't brought me into this room yet, and I felt my breath catch at the sight of the metal contraption sitting on the stage. I vaguely remembered it from my history classes and I turned wide eyes to my mistress. She smiled at me and said, "Yes, Rachel. It is what you think it is. That is a pillory. I asked for it so that you could be restrained in such a way as to still be visible to the audience."
"Yes, Mistress," I said feeling nerves dance along my skin.
She smiled and pulled me up onto the stage. A hush fell over the crowd as my mistress unclipped my leash and set in on a waiting table. While she collected her bag of toys, I studied the pillory. It wasn't historically accurate from what I could remember. This one had a hole for my neck and wrists, each with a clip for the rings on my collar and wrist cuffs. It was made of thin metal pipes that wouldn't hide any part of my body. Behind the structure, there was a small padded stool that attached to two cuffs near the floor. It took me a moment but I realized that the stool was there to support the weight of my hips and the cuffs were for my ankles. I knew that once I was locked into this structure, I would be completely exposed to my mistress, and unable to move away at all. The thought caused arousal to race through me, turning my nerves into heated anticipation. I immediately began to wonder what my mistress would do to me once she had me helplessly locked into place.
I felt her step up behind me and my breath caught. She whispered, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, Mistress," I breathed.
"Good," was all she said as she gently ran a hand up my back in a comforting gesture. Then she gently moved me into position and locked my ankles in place. She had to adjust the height of the stool before I was able to comfortable rest my hips over it. Then she adjusted the rest of the pillory so that my neck could reach the appropriate hole comfortably. Once she had me completely secured, she softly asked, "Are you ok, Rachel?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Good," she replied before turning to our audience. "Thank you all. I know you've all heard rumors about my new pet and I've decided to share her talents with you tonight. Please do not say anything until we are done."
I squirmed hearing the crowd's response to Emma speech, but when she turned back to me, I stilled, anticipation running though me. "Who do you belong you?" She asked softly enough that no one else could hear.
"I belong to you, Mistress Bonita," I said, letting the truth sink in.
"Yes, my love, you do. Remember, I am doing this for both of our pleasures. Not for the audience. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling moisture pool between my thighs.
She didn't say anything else as she moved past me to the table with her bag, but as she moved, she ran her nails along my back and I shuddered. I could hear her chuckling lightly in response. I couldn't see what she was doing, and heat raced through me as I waited. After a long moment, I felt her move beside me. Then I felt the sting of the flogger fall onto my back. I gasped, jerking in my bonds. She didn't give me time to recover before the next blow landed. I relaxed as much as I could, accepting the flogging, knowing that she was only warming me up. As the blows landed more decisively, I forgot about the audience, focusing solely on what my mistress was doing. After several minutes, my mistress stopped and put the flogger down. She began to gently rub her hands over my slightly tender skin and I relaxed further into her touch, sighing happily. Gradually her hands wrapped around me in an almost hug and she began to caress my nipples, I moaned, arching as much as I was able into her touch. She chuckled lightly and pinched hard on my nipples. I groaned and she released me, moving away for a moment before returning to attach the weighted clamps to my erect nipples. I gasped as they immediately began to tug down on my breasts.
I heard soft murmuring from around the room and immediately remembered the audience. I tensed realizing that they must all have a perfect view of my exposed breasts being pulled down by the clamps. My mistress noticed and moved up and began to stroke me again. "You're mine," she hissed and I relaxed again, knowing it was true and that she would protect me.
Once I had relaxed, Emma moved back to her bag to collect her next toy. I heard a sharp whistle and yelped as the riding crop landed hard against my exposed ass. There were small titters of laughter from the crowd, but I quickly forgot them again as my mistress moved around me raining blows down over my exposed body. Each blow caused the clamps to swing lightly and it felt like they were pulling on my clit. I sank into the sensations, feeling myself further submit to my mistress' pleasures. I didn't fall into the trance yet, but I forgot everything but the sharp blows of Emma's affection and my own growing arousal. I whimpered when the crop stopped falling on my heated flesh and my mistress chuckled softly, easily reading my desires.
She moved away and when she returned, she positioned herself behind me. I wasn't sure what she would do, but I heard the audience's appreciative response to whatever she held. I didn't have long to wonder, before I felt cold metal against my anus. I tensed momentarily and Emma paused. "Who do you belong to, Rachel?" she called out, loud enough to be heard by the entire room.
I relaxed, opening to her as I said, "I belong to you, Mistress Bonita." It turned into a moan as she slid the plug into me. It was larger than I was used to and I nearly came from the sensation of it filling me.
"Good girl," Emma said, giving me a light slap of the ass and drawing laughter from the crowd. I whimpered, but she didn't respond. Instead she moved back to her bag to collect something else. It was a paddle and the first heavy blow against my ass was enough to send me over the edge.
"I'm yours, Bonita!" I screamed as I shuddered out my release and I felt the trance wash over me.
"Yes, you are, my pet," my mistress said and I could hear the smile in her voice.
I smiled dreamily, and completely forgot where we were, all of my focus on my mistress as she began to paddle me in earnest. I could feel another distant orgasm begin to build, but I remained completely relaxed and open to my mistress' wishes. I don't know how many times she brought the paddle down, but I whimpered when she stopped. She stepped away from me and I could feel her eyes on me. For a moment, I floated in my blissful trance as I stayed attuned to my mistress.
"Come for me, my pet," she ordered, still standing several feet away from me. Instantly, the distant build of pleasure washed over me and I came again, moaning. Some part of me registered the shocked gasps from around the room, but my tranced mind ignored it, waiting for my mistress' next command. It came the moment the room quieted again. "Lift your head and let them see, Rachel."
I looked up and smiled placidly at the people around me, not caring that they had all witnessed me come twice for my mistress. She had commanded it, and I had obeyed. I could see surprise, awe, jealousy and any number of other emotions on the faces of those around me, but I didn't care enough to pay attention. And then my m
istress moved up beside me and released me from the pillory. When I could look at her again, I grinned to see the pride and pleasure in her eyes. As soon as my ankles were released, I knelt next to her and the room broke out in applause for my mistress. I smiled up at her and she gave my collar a small tug to draw me to my feet.
"You were perfect, love. Thank you," She said into my ear as she reattached my leash and led me from the stage. I smiled, content to float on the knowledge that I had pleased my mistress.
We were surrounded as soon as we stepped back onto the floor. I tried to kneel, but my mistress wrapped an arm around me, holding me to her. I smiled placidly at her and let the conversation flow around me. We eventually made it out of the room and my mistress pulled me to the side.
"Are you alright?" She asked, searching my eyes.
"Yes, Mistress," I said grinning at her.
She chuckled, "You're still deep in it, aren't you, love?" I shrugged, still smiling dreamily at her.
Before she could say anything else, Darrin approached. "Holy shit, Bonita," he said by way of greeting.
My mistress laughed, "I told you we had more surprises in store, Darrin."
"I know, but I had no idea," he said chuckling. Then he turned to me and asked, "Are you alright, Rachel?"
I smiled placidly at him and said, "Yes, sir."
His gaze sharpened for a moment before he turned back to my mistress. "Is she still in it?"
She beamed proudly at me and said, "Yes, she is." I smiled back at her.
Darrin spluttered, "But your scene ended like 20 minutes ago."
My mistress turned back to him, "I know. She'll stay this deep until either I bring her back out, or something happens to shock her out."