by Ellie Norton
I gasped as heat spread through me and my underwear grew damp. "Yes, Mistress."
Emma chuckled at my reaction as she pulled her mask on. "Play me some good music, DJ," she demanded as she turned away to head out of the ballroom.
"Yes, Mistress, anything for you," I called after her, fastening my own mask over my face.
This time, the party was an entirely different experience for me than the first one. For the most part, I wasn't immediately recognized as Emma's pet. But those guests who had attended the previous year, recognized me from that and immediately noticed that I'd been collared. Last year, the dommes hadn't been sure where I fit in the community's hierarchy, and in general left me to my own devises to avoid offense. However, this year, they immediately saw that I'd been collared and some tried to push me around. The first time this happened, Emma was close enough to overhear, even though she was in the middle of a conversation with another domme. From the corner of my eye, I saw her stiffen, and I shot a look over at her and turned to the domme in front of me.
"Thank you for your input, Ma'am. But I am unable to do that, my mistress wouldn't appreciate it," I told the woman with a smirk. She had taken offense when I'd looked her in the eyes when she made her song request. She'd then demanded that I kneel before her, as all well trained submissives should when faced with a displeased domme.
The woman ground her teeth and snapped out, "And who is your mistress? I must tell her of your rudeness and make sure you are punished for it."
In my peripheral vision, I noticed my mistress relax slightly, letting me handle the woman. I focused back on the domme in front of me and let my smirk deepen as I stated, "I belong to Mistress Bonita."
The woman's jaw dropped. "You—you're Rachel?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied. "And if you know who I am, then you know that I only kneel to my mistress, or to those that she orders me to kneel to."
"Yes, I do know that," she said, glancing around and spotting Emma. She immediately grew nervous and her voice was trembling slightly when she added, "I'm sorry, Rachel. I didn't recognize you."
"I know, Ma'am. It's alright. I will try to fit your song into my set before my mistress requires my assistance," I said gently.
"Thank you," she said stiffly before she turned and gave Emma a small nod of acknowledgement and left the room.
I turned to grin at Emma. She returned the smile, pride shining in her eyes, before she turned back to her conversation. I chuckled as I thought about the dommes reaction to my identity. I had quite the reputation for defying any domme but my mistress. After the dominance battle with Patty, Emma was petitioned several times for my services. The first time, Emma was pissed. She didn't share and hated that anyone else thought she might be willing. I calmed her down and suggested that she offer them a repeat performance for the privilege of a single night with me. We both knew they never had a chance, but hoped that public humiliation might dissuade anyone else from asking. Unfortunately, it sort of backfired on us. Now once a month, Mistress Nikki would ask Emma to remove my collar, while one or two other dommes attempted to get me to kneel. The night always ended the same, either Emma would become irritated with the sight of someone else's hands on me and climb onto the stage to reclaim me, or I would grow bored with the game and go to my mistress kneeling before her to ask for her collar. It took a while, but now we both looked forward to the night, knowing that it always ended with incredible sex as Emma re-established her claim on me.
Slowly, my identity under the mask began to filter through the party, and I stopped being challenged by the dommes. When it was time for Emma's scene, she came to collect me. I quickly set up the mix I had made for the occasion and ensured that the computer had several songs lined up for immediately after the scene, in case I was unable to return to my equipment immediately. Once that was done, I turned to my mistress and smiled.
She merely smirked at me and asked, "Are you ready to submit to me, DJ?"
"Yes, Mistress Bonita. You may do as you like with me," I answered, letting the formal words fall out in a teasing voice.
Her eyes turned possessive as she stepped into me and clipped a leash to my nipple rings. I gasped as the tug of the leash immediately caused heat to pool in my core. Emma smirked at me as she tugged me to the stage. She recreated the scene from the year prior, constantly whispering to me about how it had felt the previous year to stare into my eyes as she imagined doing this to me. By the time the scene finished, I was quaking with raw, desperate need. She chuckled and led me to the bathroom, where she promptly took care of me.
The rest of the night passed in a blur. And eventually we made it back home. Emma took me into the guesthouse to recreate as much of our first night together as we could remember. It was an incredible anniversary, but nothing could prepare me for the next morning.
I woke in her arms in the guest house and smiled up at her. She returned the smile and gently kissed me before ordering me back to the house to make her breakfast. I wondered if she planned to recreate the morning after as well, but she had other plans. Just as I was finishing her scrambled eggs, Emma walked into the kitchen fully dressed.
She smiled at me and said, "I'm going to take this out to the patio. Go get dressed and join me."
"Ok, Mistress. Thank you," I replied, trying to stifle my disappointment that she didn't seem to want to continue playing. But I didn't dwell on it. We had had an amazing night, and neither of us had anywhere we needed to be that day.
When I joined my mistress outside, she immediately stood up and pulled me into a deep kiss. I melted into her embrace, quickly getting lost in her. Emma pulled back first, and I could feel my collar slide off my neck. I shuddered as my submissive side retreated and my usual worries came back.
"Emma—?" I started to ask, but I was cut off.
"I just wanted to spend the day with my girlfriend," she answered with a smile and a small shrug.
I smiled in return, "Alright."
As I swallowed my last bite of egg, I noticed that Emma was fidgeting nervously with her glass. I reached out to still her hand, causing her to glance up at me. "What's wrong, Em?" I asked.
"Nothing's wrong," she said giving me a small smile. Emma took a deep breath to steady herself and met my eyes. "Exactly one year ago today, I ordered you to come home with me. This past year has been the happiest year of my life. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love another human being and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Rachel, will you do me the honor of marrying me?" As she said the last part, Emma knelt next to my chair and held out a small ring box.
My heart started racing and a grin spread across my face as I looked down at the emerald and sapphire engagement ring in her hand. I met her eyes and said the only thing I could think of. "Yes."
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The Pain I Like
Veronica Stanton lives in two worlds. Her first world consists of her mundane life as a shy young lady. She has only one friend, Taylor Brooks, whom Veronica loves, worships, and can't live without.
A chance encounter with a mysterious older woman helps Veronica discover her second world, a world where she serves as a loyal pet to her beautiful, dominant mistress. After months of training at the hands of her mistress, Veronica becomes the perfect sub and realizes her love and need of pain; pain that her mistress precisely delivers and controls, and pain that's an essential part of Veronica's stimulation.
Veronica's second world as a submissive is her true identify. However, she keeps it a secret from everyone, including her best friend Taylor. Veronica's two worlds collide when Taylor discovers and disapproves of Veronica's secret life. She is forced to choose between the person she loves most in her first world and the lifestyle she loves that exists in her second world.
Intended for adult
audiences only.