Ripped fishnet tights, black shiny over the knee 'fuck me' stiletto boots, tiny booty shorts with just the right amount of bum cheek on show, black studded leather jacket, opened to reveal her ample breasts straining against a tiny black leather bra. Walking across the room, with her Evil queen sashay, one hand on hips, the other reaching out in front for the metal pole that stood in the middle of her dungeon. Her guest was seated 6 feet away on her old throne, the centre piece of this room. Never breaking eye contact with her guest, she shimmied closer to the pole, pressing her body into it as she licked her lips and flicked her dark hair over her shoulder. Her hair was loose and messy tonight. Not the usual structured style she wore on a daily basis as Madam Mayor, nor the slick tight up-do of the Queen. Tonight, she was Regina. Tonight, she was sexy. Tonight, she was a stripper.

Her guest sat forward in her chair, clearly aroused, the seam of her tight jeans rubbing her most tender area as she watched her beautiful Queen bend her knees slightly, drop her body to crouching position, throw her head back and use her tongue to lick the pole as she brought herself back to standing position. She had one knee bent slightly, hips thrust backwards, that amazing booty curved and just begging to be spanked. She was itching to step from her chair and touch her, but she knew that wasn't for tonight. She had already received her orders. Tonight, she had to just observe, sit and watch as her Queen slowly ignited her fire with her sexual moves and incredible body. Tonight, her woman was going to torture her by making her be the one thing she struggles with. Patient.

Regina began to curl and grind her body around the metal pole, imagining that this hunk of metal was her beautiful guest. Closing her eyes, she wrapped a toned thigh around the pole and slowly lowered her upper body backwards, giving her guest a perfect view of her tanned breasts, as her hair swung loosely below her. She used her free arm to grasp her own throat before slowly sliding her hand down the space between her cleavage, down her taunt toned stomach and finally resting between her legs. She could feel the heat from her own excitement radiating onto her hand and nearly lost her grip on the pole. She quickly removed her hand and swung herself to the opposite side of the pole, opened her eyes and locked eyes with her guest.

Her guest was fighting so hard now. Her pussy was throbbing and these damn jeans weren't helping matters. She sat on the edge of the throne, slowly grinding back and forth in a bid to ease the ache. But that only served to make matters worse. She knew Regina knew exactly what she was doing to her and it was driving her crazy. Watching as Regina continued to dance seductively around the pole, licking her lips, hair wild and messy and strands sticking to her lip gloss, she was fighting harder than ever to not take charge. Regina may be the evil Queen, ruler, feared by most of Storybrooke, but in the bedroom, she was the submissive one. She was the one who let Emma take charge and control her. And there was nothing Emma liked more than seeing her majesty, wild, out of control and begging Emma to take her. But tonight, Regina had taken her control back, and for tonight she was the one calling the shots.

Regina continued to dance around the pole, catching Emma's eyes and knowing how much sexual discomfort she was causing the younger blonde woman. She could see it in her face, the way she was biting her lip, shifting around in her seat, and the flush that was appearing across her cheeks as Regina dropped the jacket off one arm then down to the floor. She loved wielding this power over the younger woman. She was the Evil Queen. Was being the operative word. She was used to being in charge and taking control. But since starting her relationship with Emma, her defences had been ripped down and she had allowed the younger woman control. In the bedroom at least. And as much as she enjoyed it, relished it even, tonight, she was taking back her crown. She had never wanted to be dominant with Emma, threatening her life, the life of her parents and making their lives a misery for years as the Evil Queen is hard to get over, and Regina had never wanted to push the trust she now has with Emma. She swung herself back to the floor, standing in front of the metal pole she slowly raised one arm, then the other until they were holding the pole above her head.

Emma couldn't stand this any longer. Her Queen, stood in a bra and booty shorts, arms stretched overhead begging to be held in place, her chest heaving and struggling to stay inside the tiny leather bra that just about covered her nipples. Emma darted forward and grabbed the older woman's wrists with both hands, meshed her fully clothed body into her half naked one and swooped down to capture her rosy full lips against her own. Regina protested and struggled against this sudden invasion, pushing Emma backwards and standing with her legs slightly apart, hands on hips.

"what do you think you are doing Miss Swan?" she snapped, suddenly aware that the voice she used was that of the Evil Queen. Panicking for a second as she didn't want to worry Emma, but one glance at her, Emma's eyes glazed slightly and she bit down on her lip harder.

"Does my voice like this turn you on Miss Swan?"

Emma mumbled and nodded.

"How dare you mumble at me? Address your Queen with the correct respect!"

Emma's head shot up, looked Regina straight in the eyes, chest heaving she said "Yes your majesty. Your voice turns me on when you talk like that. When you show me your authority it makes me tingle."

"What makes you think you have the right to speak such filthy words at me? Sit back down Miss Swan!"

Emma quickly took her place back on the throne. "Sorry your majesty"

Regina slowly stalked towards Emma, brushing one bra strap from her shoulder.

"You will show your Queen some respect" She said, narrowing her eyes, before sliding the other strap off. "and right now, your Queen requests that you sit and watch. You don't speak, you don't look away and you certainly don't touch this body. This body doesn't belong to you. But, your body belongs to me. You are MY plaything. I control you" she leaned forward and placed her hand under Emma's chin, brought her face so close that the feel of her breath on her face made Emma tingle and shudder slightly. "Do you understand Miss Swan?"

Emma nodded, and Regina gripped her chin tighter. "I didn't quiet hear that Miss Swan!"

"Yes your majesty. Sorry your majesty."

"Who do you belong to peasant?"

"You, your majesty"

"Good girl" Regina let go of her chin and stepped back. Just a mere couple of feet away from Emma's wanton gaze, Regina reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. Bringing her hands round to cup her breasts, she jiggled them slightly before ripping the bra away suddenly, exposing her now naked breasts to her guest. Emma gasped audibly, the sight of Regina's full bouncing boobs just feet away from here. She gulped and stared with want and need.

"My eyes are up here Miss Swan"

"I'm sorry your majesty"

Regina stepped forward and leaned into Emma, placing her hands on Emma's shoulders, she locked eyes with the blonde and whispered "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?" Regina wrapped one delicate hand around Emma's throat and squeezed ever so slightly.

"Yes, your majesty" Emma gasped, as she felt a pool of warmth flood into her jeans. Oh, my god she was turned on by this!

Regina noticed the flush across the woman's face and quickly swooped the other hand down to cup Emma's core. "Is this regal display making you wet for me Miss Swan?"

"Yes, your majesty"

"Good. Now be a good girl and sit back"

Emma didn't need telling twice, and after readjusting her jeans slightly, she sat back into the throne and awaited Regina's next move.