“Stunning. Look.” Jess steered Ailsa to a mirror angled beside another one so she could see her front and rear. Apart from the fact that she felt totally exposed, Ailsa decided it looked good. If only she didn’t have to let other people see. Her arse was split by a tiny strip of red leather and her back criss-crossed with tiny red leather thongs that highlighted her pale skin.
“Agree?”
Ailsa nodded. “I do.”
“Ready?”
“I’m shit scared, excited and worried my bum looks big in this, but yeah, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s do it.”
“Shoes. You’ll take ‘em off at the door, but tonight we wear them to just inside. Here.”
Ailsa looked at the red, fuck me heels. “I’ll fall over in them.”
“Nah, I’ll hold onto you.” Kath had entered the room, with one ear plugged by an earphone. “As we thought, I’m at the back by the door. I’ve been sent to get you. And you both look fab. I feel frumpy.”
She didn’t look it. In her low cut sundress she looked glowing. Ailsa said so.
Kath curtsied. “Thank you, ma’am. Now come on.”
Ailsa came with Jess bringing up the rear. To make sure I don’t bolt?
They stopped outside a green door. Kath knocked, waited for the command to enter and stood back.
“You first, Ailsa. Go in, ditch the shoes, go to wherever Aidan is and assume the position. Remember, this is fun. You want it and so does Aidan. The rest of us are really only here for your safety. Both of you. Oh, and to be jealous. I have three weeks to go and counting.”
“Thanks, both of you. Wish me luck and good subbing.” Ailsa gave in to temptation and kissed Jess and Kath before she pulled her shoulders back and walked into the dungeon.
Once inside, she closed her eyes briefly to help them adjust to the darker lighting. She slipped her shoes off and wriggled her toes in relief—they nipped—as she located Aidan standing next to a long bed, similar to the one he’d used for his wax play.
With as much grace as she could muster, and not let her hands or legs shake, Ailsa walked over the tiled floor and tried not to gasp at the chill it sent into her feet.
She reached Aidan and suddenly it seemed so natural to kneel at his feet, bow her head and cross her hands behind her back.
The room was silent and Ailsa was sure the others must be able to hear her heart beating.
“Thank you, pet.” Aidan tugged her hair. “Look at me.” She did so. “Are you ready to be scribed? For me to score your skin and make you mine?”
She swallowed. Put like that, it sounded scary, even though she knew it wouldn’t last above a few hours.
“Yes, Sir.” Sod it, she did want it, and she wouldn’t duck out.
“Then up on the bed and lie on your stomach.”
Ailsa did as he asked as elegantly as she knew how. To someone of her height, it wasn’t easy to climb up onto the high, long bed, but she managed by standing on tip-toe and grabbing the sides. Once on, she settled on her tummy, and wriggled to get her head positioned over the hole in the mattress. It was just like a massage table.
What I wouldn’t do for a massage now.
She felt Aidan’s hands on her back, then the two sides of the bustier slipped apart.
It’s only your back, nothing else.
“This will sting. Remember, embrace the pain. What’s your safe word?”
“Quack, Sir. And I’m g…green.”
“G…green.” She heard the laugh in his voice.
“Just green, Sir. Ouch.” He’d touched her back with something. Either a knife tip or a needle and it stung. Worse than pricking her finger, but not as bad as a paper cut.
“Breathe and embrace the pain.”
His voice was even, but held no soothing tone. It commanded obedience and Ailsa responded as she reckoned he expected her to. She began to take deep, even breaths as the stings and pain spread over her back. Then it morphed into pleasure. As if she was above it all, experiencing love and arousal. She floated in that haze of arousal as each sting became pleasure, and warmed her skin.
Her clit throbbed, her pussy was wet and her nipples were hard, tight nubs. It would take so little to climax.
Perhaps Aidan realized it, because his breath was warm on her ear. “Does my pet want to come?”
It was hard to form the words she wanted to use. “Hmmm… Mmmm.”
He laughed softly and nipped her ear with his teeth. “Come then.” Her arse was slapped twice, hard. Any other time it wouldn’t be what she needed but at that moment? It was perfect. Along with Aidan’s “Now, come now for me, pet,” and the way he stroked her neck, Ailsa let go and came with a scream.
The next thing she knew, she was wrapped in a blanket and cuddled into Aidan, and sobbing her heart out. They were alone.
“Ah, pet. Now then, let it flow, you’ve just experienced something lots of people never do. My brave, lovely pet.”
He stroked her back, kissed her cheek and muttered nonsense until Ailsa hiccoughed and sniffed.
“Here, blow.”
He handed her a tissue. She took it and blew her nose.
“Whew, sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, pet. You’ve given me such an honor. Subspace so soon is amazing.”
She’d read about that. “That was subspace?”
“I reckon so.”
“Wow.” Ailsa wriggled around on Aidan’s lap and felt his erection dig into her bum. She’d have to see if she could do something about that—later.
“Wow,” she said again. “Subspace, eh? It was fantastic. Can I see what you did to me?”
“Of course. I’ve taken your bustier off, well it fell off when I picked you up, but no one saw you like that, except me.”
Ailsa nodded. The way she felt at the moment the whole band of the Scots Dragoon Guards could see and it wouldn’t bother her. She stood up and walked across to some angled mirrors.
Across her back was a series of tiny raised red lines. She looked at them carefully, amazed at how pretty it looked. Then she realized it was words.
“Will you be mine?” she spelled them out loud.
“Will you?” Aidan asked.
Ailsa turned and walked back to him. Slowly she knelt and going on instinct, and something she remembered from a book she’d read, bent her head and nuzzled his cock through the soft leather that covered it. She hadn’t even noticed he’d changed clothes earlier.
“I will, Sir.” She nuzzled him again then giggled. “And can we do it all again, please?”
Epilogue
“Someone tell me what the hell I’m doing, standing by a loch at dawn, wearing next to nothing and hoping the midges realize they should be in bed by now and not biting me?” Ailsa twisted her head to look from Jess to Kath.
“Well, we’re dressed—or undressed—the same,” Jess pointed out. “We’re here at dawn because you said that’s when you wanted this to happen, and any tourists who want to walk past, sail by or fly over probably won’t be up yet.”
That was the problem in Scotland. There was no such thing as trespass.
“Okay, yeah but what if…?” Ailsa was stopped from speaking by the simple, but effective method of Kath’s hand over her mouth.
“No, what ifs. You want this, don’t you?”
Ailsa nodded.
“You love your Sir, he loves you and this is an affirmation of that love?”
Ailsa nodded again.
“There you are then.” Kath removed her hand and patted Ailsa’s cheek. “Nothing to worry about.”
“But all I have on is an under-the-boob bustier, and a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it thong. My boss, his wife and Aidan’s mum are out there. They’ll see me like this.”
“And so do we. See you and look like that. Mind you, have you looked at Aidan’s mum? Really looked? Didn’t you say she was a switch? I reckon she’s come as a sub for solidarity’s sake. And your boss and his wife are in full on Dom/sub mode, even if she is in a skirt
and top.”
“Eh?” Ailsa poked her head through the doorway of the canvas tent she and her friends were in. “Ah…blimey.” Aidan’s mum, whom she’d met several times over the last month, stood next to an impossibly handsome, tall, dark-haired guy. She wore a long and, Ailsa realized, see-through dress and a collar that sparkled in the rising sun. “Yeah, sub power. Okay, let’s do it.”
She looked at her two friends and smiled. All three of them had accepted their Doms’ decision regarding clothes. All three of them had giggled and decided it was worth a punishment to decorate their boobs and nipples with stick on gems.
Kath and Jess both wore ornate and elegant day collars. Ailsa’s neck was bare.
But not for long.
She made her way barefoot across the soft grass to where Aidan was waiting, dressed in her favorite leather trousers and black T-shirt. He smiled as she approached, saw her jeweled boobs and chuckled.
“Is this for me? So you can get a nice spanking later?” He kissed her long and hard until a theatrical cough made him lift his head.
Ailsa knelt in front of him. “Of course. Sir.”
“Good.” His hand was warm on her head. Ailsa tamped down the butterflies in her tummy. This was it. Something much more important than their wedding, due to take place later in the year. This was their commitment to each other in a deeper, more meaningful way.
Her collaring.
“Ailsa, pet. You are my love, my sub and my life. Will you do me the honor of wearing my collar? Commit to me, and be my partner. Let me be your Dom and you my sub. Wear my collar with pride, and to show the world you belong to me?”
She swallowed and blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears his simple and heartfelt words had brought. They hadn’t confided in each other just what their exact words of commitment would be.
“Sir, my Master, the honor is mine. I’ll be proud to be yours and wear the evidence of our commitment.”
Someone, she thought it was Jess, sniffed and choked on a sob.
“Then, pet, I give you this collar, to show the world you are mine, and to vow to you never to do anything to jeopardize our relationship.”
The soft leather was warm on her skin as Aidan buckled it around her neck. They’d chosen it together, a thin strip of leather decorated with tiny turquoises, which was her birthstone, along with a thin silver chain with a padlock and key on it that she could wear as a day collar, without eliciting unwarranted comments.
“Mine,” Aidan said and drew her to a standing position.
“Yours, Sir.”
Aidan turned to their assembled friends.
“May I present my pet to you? My lovely sub, Ailsa.”
She grinned. “Even if I am a bratty sub?”
“Especially if you’re a bratty sub. Because you’re my bratty sub, and I love you just as you are.”
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Chapter One
Her over-sensitive nipples should have raised red flags. If there was one thing Kath adored it was nipple clamps and chains on her when they played. Now she bit her lips to stop herself shouting red. Her arms were tied how she liked them—with soft buttery leather and pale pink silk covered cuffs, and her legs were spread wide, held by yet more comfortable restraints. Bent over the bench with the clamps weighted and dangling down into the air, Kath was wet with need and anticipation. This was her Dom and she loved how he made her feel. Usually.
You can do it. It’s fine, it’s what you want. She did her best to breathe through the pain like Jeff had taught her, and to embrace the sensations. It wasn’t working. When the first thud of the flogger hit her ass, she screamed long and loud. Oh, God, oh shit, oh fuck, ohhh it hurts. She thought she shouted red, but her mouth was full of cotton wool, and she couldn’t frame the letters. Kath gave in, and let the void swallow her as the world went black.
She came back to consciousness to hear Jeff swearing. Words alien to him. Words her mum would have washed her mouth out for. The room spun as he picked her up and his footsteps changed from the splat as he trod on linoleum to the heavier thud that echoed around as he walked over the parquet of their hallway.
They’d left their playroom and were moving. Even in her woozy state she realized that. To the bedroom then? Kath couldn’t even rouse herself to be upset they hadn’t played out their scene and she was still as horny as hell. That was a problem she hadn’t gotten the energy to ponder. How could she still want to be fucked senseless at the same time as wanting to throw up? The second thought became uppermost and a priority.
“I need to be sick,” she said urgently, and Jeff changed direction to set her down next to the loo. He held her hair back as Kath, with no thoughts of embarrassment, upchucked everything in her stomach and then some. She felt wretched. Staring at the inside of the toilet bowl wasn’t one of the nicest things in the world. Even if it did have flowers on it.
“All done?” Jeff passed her a wet flannel, and she nodded as she wiped her face and hands.
“For now anyway.”
Kath watched as the lime green pine disinfectant that coated the sides of the toilet bowl disappeared and the water flushed the evidence away. Her stomach ached with the violent exercise she’d given it, and the piny smell of the disinfectant that she usually liked was nauseating. What on… Oh grief. Could she be? Things began to add up.
The sudden craving for strong coffee when she’d always been mocked for her weak as dishwater preference was something to wonder about. The aversion to the Stinking Bishop cheese and pickle with crackers she’d picked at and then decided she wasn’t hungry. To say nothing of an achy back, sore boobs and a dislike of her favorite perfume. Her bustier dug in and her jeans were bursting at the seams. Kath added up weeks on her calendar and decided a visit to the chemist was needed. The only thing was—when should she tell Jeff what she suspected? Children weren’t something they’d discussed in any detail, apart from taking the usual precautions against conceiving. It looked like the condom gremlins might have been at work, but when? There hadn’t been any occasion lately when as Jeff so poetically put it, ‘this raincoat isn’t fit for purpose’. Pregnant? Surely not. Along with marriage it was in the ‘yeah maybe one day file’, not the ‘for immediate attention’ one.
He sponged her forehead. “Okay now?”
Kath nodded. “I think so. Once I’ve cleaned my teeth and used the mouthwash.”
He scowled. “I said that fish smelled fishy.”
Kath giggled, and he looked sheepish as he put toothpaste on her brush and handed it to her. She took it gratefully, pleased to be able to freshen her breath and not feel as if she was twenty and experiencing the after effects of a boozy night out at uni. Jeff waited until she’d finished and lifted her into his arms. His cock bounced under her ass, and she smiled. He might think it was all over, but his dick didn’t. There’s hope yet then. She remembered Jeff’s last statement and sniggered.
“Duh, bad pun, hon.”
“Yeah well, you know what I mean. Okay, pet, bed and a drink of water. Will you be all right if I go to tidy up the playroom?” He tucked her under the duvet as if she were a child. It was both comforting and annoying.
“Of course. But, well…” Kath looked up at his cock still hard with tiny droplets of pre-cum coating it. “We haven’t finished.”
“Oh yes we have. I can cope for once.”
“Oh, well, good for you, but what about me?” She sounded like a petulant child, but dammit, she was wet, horny and wanted to come hard and fast. It made her irritated. Yes, she acknowledged, in their scene it wouldn’t have happened like that. However, deprived of the scene, she needed those feelings to overwhelm her and let her forget what she’d missed. Kath ignored the fact she’d tried to cry red. There was a reason for that.
Jeff raised one eyebrow, all Dom and all dominant, and Kath shivered. She loved that masterful ‘I kn
ow what’s best’ side of him, but at that moment she wished he’d sat on it. She needed to come, and if he wouldn’t fuck her, then bugger it, she’d do it herself.
“You can wait, it’ll do you good, pet. None of this bratty attitude now, please.”
It seemed he understood her expression.
“Not when I can’t give you the punishment it merits. Not unless you want me to remember and add it to the one you deserve for scaring me senseless and then me having to wait as well?” He grinned. Kath knew that grin. Wicked, evil and plotting summed it up nicely. Under any other circumstances, her brat-level would increase, just to see what creative punishment he’d come up with. Not tonight though. She gave a weak smile.
“Sorry, Sir.” She loved Jeff in every way possible, and to call him Sir gave her a delicious thrum deep inside her. He was her Master, and without him, her life would be colorless and bland.
He kissed the tip of her nose, and Kath wriggled it. His touch tickled and she knew that was one reason he did it.
“Ah, love, I’m cruel to be so stern, and you so ill. Try and sleep. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve cleaned up. If you’ve been good, I might give you a little treat.”
“A climax?” Kath asked drowsily. She felt as drained as if they’d scened in the club. Dimly she heard Jeff chuckle.
“Maybe a cuddle.” He untied the ribbon from her ponytail and stroked her hair back from her face in a loving gesture.
“Mm, ‘skay then. That would help.” She rolled onto her side and wrapped her arms across her tummy. She hardly dared believe it might be true. To be honest, she’d given up hope of conceiving. Endometriosis and irregular periods weren’t conductive to having children. Nor is using a condom. Even though the chances of starting on the next generation were small, they’d made the decision together not to take any chances.
Now, unless it was the fish, maybe that decision had been taken out of their hands. Kath began to add up numbers in her head. Usually she and Jeff’s twin sister Jess came on within days of each other. The last time Jess had flung herself into a chair and muttered about domming Doms and stomach cramp, Kath had commiserated, thinking she’d be doing the same thing before the week was out. But now she realized she hadn’t. They’d been busy overseeing the construction of a new dungeon, and she and Jess had been told to design a subs’ paradise to go nearby. In between berating builders who seemed the think a spanking bench was a necessity in a wax play area, and one shower in the subs’ paradise was enough, she’d forgotten all about her missed visit from ‘Fred’. So by her calculations, if she was right, she was almost four weeks overdue, and… Kath swallowed hard and did her best not to let her heart miss a beat. It could have been the fish.
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