by Ellie Norton
I brightened considerably. "Right, I'd forgotten. I knew you couldn't resist me for that long."
"I think you have that wrong, my pet. I think it's you who wouldn't be able to resist kneeling at my feet for two weeks," Emma said in a voice that dripped with dangerous promise.
I gasped as a shudder passed through me. I was instantly flooded with need. I looked out the window and felt relieved when I saw that we had just turned onto Emma's street. The sight of her house brought images of what she would do to me in the next few hours to the forefront of my mind. Emma's chuckle brought me back to the present and I blinked slowly and met her eyes. They were both amused and hungry. "We're here, love," she said.
I looked around and blushed. Emma had parked in her driveway while I'd been distracted by my fantasies. I cleared my throat, but my voice still came out huskier than usual as I said, "Um, right. Well, uh—let's go in."
Emma laughed, but didn't respond as she climbed out of the car. I quickly followed her into the house. As she locked the door behind us, I crossed to the table that was now empty except for my collar. Before I put in on, I took a moment to look around the part of the house I could see, thinking how strange it was to see the empty shelves in the living room, and the neat stack of boxes. When I felt the weight of Emma's gaze fall on me, I shook the thoughts of moving out of my head and buckled the collar into place.
Despite my recent revelation about my confidence and comfort in my submission, I wasn't prepared for the onslaught of sensations I experienced as the collar settled into place around my neck. As usual, I could feel my stress and worries fade away, but instead of the usual sense of protection and vulnerability I usually experienced, I was flooded by the deepest sense of serenity I had ever experienced outside my trance. The safety and love that I always felt when wearing Emma's collar was still there, but the vulnerability was completely overwhelmed by a feeling of being willingly laid completely bare and open for my mistress. I sank to my knees, with my head bowed before I even realized what I was doing. Fleetingly I wondered if I should be afraid of this new feeling, but I remembered the dominance battle and I relaxed.
"Rachel?" Emma asked concern evident in her voice.
I quickly looked up to meet her worried eyes and smiled. "Yes, Mistress?"
She studied me for a long time before speaking. "What just happened?"
I could tell that she was still worried, so I smirked and simply said, "I submitted."
Relief flashed through her eyes for a split second before her eyes narrowed in a way that sent a thrill through me. "Get up, go to the playroom and be naked by the time I get there," she demanded, her voice promising pain if I were to disobey.
I grinned, and jumped to my feet to obey. "Yes, Mistress," I called over my shoulder, even as I began to pull at my clothes. As I passed through the doorway into the playroom, I glanced back and saw that Emma was slowly following me. Panic flooded through me as I realized that I needed to hurry if I wanted to obey her order to be naked. With less than a second to spare, I sank to my knees completely nude just as my mistress walked into the playroom.
She shut the door before turning and studying me and the haphazard pile of my clothes on the floor. "Good girl," was all she said as she slowly stripped herself, dropping her clothes on top of mine. Since she had not given me permission to look at her, I carefully kept my eyes glued to the carpet, but anticipation ran through me. I didn't know what she had planned, but I didn't care. I knew that I would enjoy whatever it was.
Once her underwear fell to the top of the pile, Emma stopped in front of me and asked, "Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you, Mistress Bonita. I am yours to do with as you please. Only yours," I said, certain of the truth of my words.
"And yet, you let another domme mark you, in such a way that I must see it every time I look at you," She said in a voice colder than any I'd ever heard her use.
I shuddered under her displeasure and said, "I'm sorry, Mistress."
She grunted, but didn't reply as she moved over to her cabinet. I knew that she had packed up most of its contents, but she wanted to leave her favorites until the morning the movers came. I wondered what she was going to do, but I didn't have long to wait until she returned to stand behind me. I had a quick flash of the ball gag pass in front of my eyes before it was pressing against my lips demanding entrance. I opened my mouth and accepted the gag. She still hadn't spoken another word as I saw a leather mask descend in front of me. I was surprised to realize that the eye holes were covered, turning it into a wide, elaborate blindfold. I didn't move as it was secured in place.
I felt as my mistress moved around to study me. I could hear the smile in her voice as she said, "There, now I don't have to look at that bitch's mark on you." She seemed pleased with herself, but her voice took on a harsh edge when she spoke again. "Do you trust me, Pet?" I nodded immediately. "Good, because I did not want to hear your pretty apologies for something you do not regret. But maybe by the time I am finished with you tonight, you may regret the choice to let her bruise you. You are mine! Do you understand?"
I nodded again and she moved back to the cabinet, returning quickly. "Stand up," she barked out and I instantly moved to get on my feet. She gripped my wrists, securing them in cuffs before pulling my arms over my head and securing them to the hook in the ceiling. She then attached cuffs to my ankles and jerked them apart to allow a spreader bar to keep my legs open for her. There was a short pause before I felt her grip each nipple and twist them painfully. I groaned against the pain, even as heat raced to my center. I knew that it was going to be a long night and that I was going to be incredibly sore the next day, but I didn't care. Emma had taken my words in the car to heart and knew that I would enjoy everything she did to me.
I was brought out of my silent musings by the familiar bite of nipple clamps being tightened around my hardened nubs. I gasped in aching pleasure and my mistress paused to flick each nipple with a fingernail. I moaned, trying to arch into the torturous touch. Emma chuckled even as she brought a riding crop whistling through the air to land heavily against my thigh. I jerked at the unexpected strike. I was not allowed to recover before the next blow landed on my other thigh. I stopped trying to find my balance as the riding crop continued to rain down on me. I sagged in the restraints, letting my wrists keep me upright as I submitted to my mistress' punishment, which only heightened my arousal. Instead of stopping when I accepted the punishment, as she usually did, Emma only began to swing harder. I whimpered, but didn't struggle. I belonged to Emma, and she could do with me as she pleased. Just as my desperate need for my mistress began to coat my thighs, she landed one final blow of the crop directly to my clit. I screamed and had to bite down on the ball in my mouth to prevent coming from the unexpected agonizing pleasure.
Distantly, I heard the crop hit the floor as I felt three fingers thrust deeply into me. I moaned, but they were gone just as quickly as they'd entered me. "Is your punishment making you this wet, my pet?" Emma purred into my ear. I whimpered and nodded in response. She chuckled and said, "Good. Don't come until I give you permission." I nodded my understanding and she moved away again. When she came back, she moved behind me and without warning, I felt the large metal butt plug from the Campman's party pressing against my hole. I immediately relaxed and opened myself for her, moaning as it was pushed into me. She gently ran her hand down my back as the only encouragement before I felt the sharp crack of the leather strap land across my ass. I yelped, jerking forward. But I quickly forced my body to relax and accept the punishment. Somehow, each blow managed to jar the plug buried within me. It only heightened my arousal, instantly turning the sharp pain of the strapping into rolling waves of pleasure. I struggled with my need to come, as blows continued to rain down on me.
Just before my body betrayed me, my mistress stopped and let the strap fall to the floor. I sighed in both relief and regret as I felt Emma release the spreader bar from my cuffs before climbing onto the bench
to release my wrists. As my arms fell heavily to my sides, I began to sink back onto my knees, but a firm grip on my collar kept me upright. I stayed passive, as I felt my mistress' eyes studying me. She didn't say a word, but once she had come to a decision, she moved her grip to my arm and dragged me over to the bench, pushing me down onto it and securing my wrists and ankles to the legs, leaving me open. She was gone for a minute before I felt her kneel between my legs. She maintained her silence as the tip of a dildo pressed against me. My slick channel offered only minimal resistance to the large phallus as she thrust it into me. I shuddered against my need to come as it pressed uncomfortably against my tight inner walls. But I managed to hold off the orgasm as I was filled. The pressure of Emma's hips against the plug told me that she was using the strap on. I moaned, and she began to thrust into me. She was merciless as she repeatedly slammed into me. My walls convulsively clenched around the dildo, and I panted out little whimpers as I struggled to obey my mistress. I nearly lost the battle when I felt Emma stiffen behind me and she let out a little cry as she came. Her movements stilled while she came back to herself.
Finally, she broke the silence as she slid the dildo out of me. "Good girl," was all she said as she lightly slapped my ass before releasing my restraints. I gasped, desperate with my need for release, but she just helped me to my shaky legs and led me to the bed. By the time I was restrained spread eagle on the bed, my entire body was trembling with my need to come. Emma just chuckled as she positioned herself again between my legs. It was the only warning I got before she thrust the dildo back into me. I groaned as I accepted the girth again. Emma set a brutal pace as she plunged into me. Instantly I had to fight back my impending orgasm. It was a losing battle and I felt myself slide inevitably towards release.
As she continued to slam into me, she leaned down to growl in my ear, "You can come when you feel my teeth." I gasped and nodded my understanding. After another thrust, my entire body tensed, a clear signal to both of us that I would disobey with the next thrust. Emma immediately froze, holding me on that edge for a long torturous moment before she snarled, "You belong to me, Rachel. No one but me. I own you. You're mine!" If it was possible, her words made even more moisture flood my slick channel and I clenched desperately around the phallus. Then she clamped her teeth into the tender skin of my breast and began thrusting viciously again. Instantly I came in long shuddering waves of ecstasy. She continued her assault on both my center and my breast, and I came again, before I had even finished coming down from my first orgasm. Distantly, I could feel her teeth worrying my breast, her lips sucking it desperately into her mouth, even as her hips relentlessly slammed against me. The pain of her teeth transformed into the pleasure before I could even register the pain. The breath froze in my lungs under the intense assault on my senses and I as I fell over the edge for a third time, I came harder than I ever had before, my release flooding out of me even as blackness swamped me and I fell away from the world.
I have no idea how long I lost consciousness for, but when I slowly blinked my eyes open, I was laying in Emma's arms. She had removed the blindfold, gag, clamps, and cuffs and pulled me against her. I smiled blissfully up at her as she gently stroked my unbruised cheek and hair. "Welcome back, love," she said softly smiling at me.
I chuckled, "Thank you, Mistress."
"Are you alright?" Emma asked.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to be sore when the endorphins wear off. But I'm ok," I said, answering honestly.
She smiled and trailed a finger down to gently stroke along my breast. The movement sent a stab of pain through the skin and I looked down. My eyes widened as I took in the mark she had left just below my heart. It had already turned a deep purple. I looked back up to meet her smirking eyes.
"I just wanted to have my own mark that would last as long as hers," she explained with an unapologetic shrug.
For a second I was surprised. Emma always apologized for bruising me, even when I all but begged for it. But then I remembered our earlier conversation and I couldn't stop the grin from spreading across my lips. "Thank you, Mistress. I belong to you and yours is the only mark I want to carry."
Her smile lit up the entire room. "Good, because I have no intention of letting you go." She leaned down and pressed a possessive kiss to my lips. I immediately relaxed into her and let her plunder my mouth with her tongue. When breathing became essential, Emma pulled back and said, "Come on, we need a shower before bed."
"Yes, Mistress," I said with a smile, following her from the room.
Chapter 21
The rest of the week flew by. Emma and I ran ragged trying to get everything painted and ready for the movers, but with Ava and Harold's help, we were able to get the main house finished by the time Friday morning rolled around. I kept my promise to Emma and stayed away from the guesthouse, not even mentioning it when she slipped out of the main house to head across the yard and slip inside. I was insanely curious as to what she was planning, but I kept it buried and focused on everything else. The biggest obstacle to my resolve was on Thursday when Emma and Ava slipped out of the house, leaving Harold and I alone to paint my studio the light gray I had chosen for the room.
"Where are they going?" he asked, catching a glimpse of them going into the guesthouse from the window.
I glanced over and shrugged, "The guest house". I knew I was being deliberately vague, but I hoped he would drop it.
He didn't, instead he asked, "Why? Are they working on it today too?"
I sighed, "No, Emma is probably just asking for Ava's opinion about something. She's got plans for it and probably just needed to talk to someone about it."
Harold looked puzzled as he asked, "Why doesn't she talk to you?"
I couldn't stop the blush that began to creep up my cheeks. "I—um…well, that's her space."
Harold stared at me blankly for a long moment before embarrassed realization flashed over his face and he began to blush. "Oh, um…ok." Then he turned away and quickly went back to painting. I let out a breath and forced myself to ignore the longing I felt for whatever was going on out in the guest house, and focused back on the wall in front of me.
Friday was really hectic as the movers first went to Emma's house to load up everything before going to my apartment. Then began the dizzying dance of making sure everything got put into the correct room. Thank god for Emma's need to take control because she just stood in the middle of the house, directing the movers. She had unlocked the guesthouse so they could put the furniture and boxes from Emma's old playroom in there, but I was careful to stay away. I knew that the temptation to follow them inside would be too great, so I hid in the kitchen, taking long gulps from the bottled water we had stocked in the fridge, hoping it would quench the desperate need I felt burning between my legs.
Emma found me in the kitchen a short while later. I had my hands braced against the counter with my head bowed. I didn't hear her come in, or notice her presence at all until she wrapped her hands around my waist. I froze for just a second before standing so I could lean against her. She grazed her teeth along my neck and I shuddered against her. I could feel her lips curl up into a small smile before she lightly kissed my neck.
"They are finished in the guest house, so you can stop hiding in here," she whispered into my ear. I relaxed knowing the temptation was gone.
"Thanks, Em. I just couldn't be outside. It was too tempting to see where you were having them put everything," I explained, hating my own weakness.
She chuckled, "I know, love. Thank you for not giving in to your curiosity."
I sighed and tried to pull away from her, but she just held me more tightly. I smiled at her possessiveness, but could hear the slight irritation in my voice as I said, "I made you a promise. I won't go in there until you invite me."
Emma released me, and I turned to face her. She looked a little ashamed as she stated, "I know. I'm sorry."
I reached up to cup her face in my hand. "It's alright," I told her, lea
ning in to gently kiss her. When she pulled back, I asked, "How much more do they have to do?"
She smiled, "They're almost done."
I grinned, and said, "Good. This is real. We're finally going to spend our first night in our house."
Her smile widened into a grin. "Yes, we are. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Em," I replied, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the kitchen to find the movers.
Half an hour later, I stood in the driveway watching the movers drive away. Emma had stayed in the house as I walked the guys out to close the gate behind them. I took a minute to just stand outside and take in the house and property. I let out a satisfied sigh. I was home. When I went back inside, I didn't immediately see Emma and I started to move into the house to find her, but stopped when I noticed the object sitting on the small table in the foyer. The table had been completely empty when I went outside. Slowly, I picked up the object and studied it. It was the new collar that Emma had promised she would purchase for me. It was beautiful but simple, just the perfect combination of mine and Emma's styles. It had a thick braided silver chain the ended in an O-ring, from which hung a silver pendant that had a green key etched into it. I immediately recognized the green as matching the exact color of Emma's eyes. It made me smile and I gently stroked the key with my thumb. That's when I noticed the engraving on the back of the pendant. I flipped it over and read the simple inscription that read "Only Bonita's". A smile spread across my lips as my heart skipped a beat.
The collar was halfway to my neck before I paused. We hadn't played since Monday night, when Emma had marked me. We had both been too exhausted at the end of the day to even contemplate any games in the bedroom, and I desperately craved the submission that the collar would bring. But I stopped because I wasn't sure that I wanted to spend the first night in our new home as a slave. A part of me knew that Emma was leaving the decision to me, but I also knew that she'd be hurt if I didn't put it on, even while she'd understand my reasoning for not wanting it tonight. I didn't want to hurt her, but I was conflicted. My conflicting thoughts and emotions began to spiral through me and I started to feel a little overwhelmed. Ultimately the need to stop the overwhelming noise in my own head made the decision for me. The collar was around my neck and peace began to settle over me before I even realized I'd made a choice at all. I sighed happily, immediately content with the cool metal slowly warming on my neck.