A/N: Hi! I know, I've kept you guys waiting... Unintentional, I assure you. It's partly due to writer's block on this chapter, and then getting stuck into writing about 6-7000+ words for my as yet untitled story which is nowhere near finished.

This chapter, however, deals with a theme previously mentioned in both The Secret Life Of Emily Fitch and The Awakening Of Naomi Campbell. This story, of course, deals primarily with the theme of "confession", so this is why it has taken me so long to write this chapter, both in terms of where it takes place in the story of this incarnation of these two characters, and also because it deals with an idea that both characters don't really subscribe to. Confused? Yeah, so am I, a little.

Anyway, this chapter contains a by now infamous (or famous) Cigarette Warning™, and may not be to everyone's taste. That I completely realise from the start.

(Get on with it, Nomesy.)

(Ok, ok...)

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. I just love it lots. Any and all typos were totally distracted by the content of the following chapter.


(Naomi POV)

(The next morning)

I slept deeply that night, but I had a strange dream. So strange and vivid that it actually woke me up. Seeing that it was morning, and not wishing to wake Emily up, I got out of bed carefully, put on a bathrobe, quietly opened the door onto the balcony and stepped out into the fresh morning air. It was early, Emily was still asleep, or at least, I thought she was still asleep.

"Beautiful?" Her husky voice said quietly behind me.

I almost jumped six feet in the air. "Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" I said, placing my hand against my chest.

She smiled sheepishly as she walked towards me, and reached up, lifting my hand off my chest and placing her hand gently against my skin. Her lips curved into a slight smile. "Your heart is racing." She said.

"Because you scared me?" I said, raising my eyebrow.

She leaned forward and moved her hand away, placing a soft kiss over my heart. "What are you doing out here?" She asked, slipping her arms around my waist.

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep... I didn't want to wake you." I said.

"Naw. I was half awake, anyway." Emily said, moving into my arms and joining my hands at her stomach. "It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?"

I paused for a moment. "Hmm? Oh...yes. Very." I said.

Her fingers threaded themselves between mine and squeezed gently. She then turned to me. "Are you sure you're alright?" She asked softly. "You seem...distracted."

"It's nothing, I..." I said. "I-I just had a strange d-dream, that's all."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "Beautiful, you're stuttering. Which means you're nervous. Why?"

I lowered my gaze from her eyes. "I'm...n-not sure how you'll t-take it." I muttered, quietly.

"Oh." She said. "Well... I think you should tell me, before you presume I'll take it badly. Don't you?"

I bit my bottom lip. "W-what if I'm afraid?"

Her palm rested against my cheek. "It must have been some dream, if even you are afraid of it, beautiful."

My brow furrowed, and then I shrugged out of her arms, went back into the suite, and sat down on the end of the bed. I closed my eyes, and then heard the outside door close quietly, and then a soft rustling, feeling hands on my knees. "I'm sorry." I said, in a small whisper. "It's just...we've talked about it, and you've told me of your opinion, and the dream I had, it was so... Vivid. It made me want to experience it, even though it's so unlike me."

Emily's hand reached for mine. "Naomi...honey, you're not making much sense."

"Neither did the dream."

"Maybe...if you tell me what it was about, I might be able to make sense of it with you."

I swallowed, and nodded. "I-I can t-try."

She kissed my hand softly. "Please? Don't be nervous, I won't think any less of you, you know that."

I took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "I know you don't think of me as property." I said.

"No, we are equal, and you are your own person."

"Right, and I don't think of myself that way, either." I said. "But...in this dream I had... You had complete dominance over me. Not just when we are...when we..." I huffed. Why was this so difficult?

"When we have sex?" Emily said, completing my sentence.

I nodded. "Sorry, I know this s-should be easier to say..."

"You're doing fine, beautiful." She said, softly stroking my hand. "Go on."

"You...collared me." I said, softly.

Emily's eyebrows raised in tandem. "Oh."

"You had me wait on you...submitting to whatever you wanted me to do." I said. "I know that we don't...have that sort of relationship, that we are equal. I'm not saying I'm not happy with it, or that I want it to change, but..." I trailed off.

She squeezed my hand. "It's obviously on your mind, beautiful. So, tell me."

"M-maybe we c-could try it?" I felt a little meek and small even suggesting it. "Just one time." I mumbled, before I bit my bottom lip so hard due to my nervousness I thought I would draw blood.

She leaned up on her knees, untucked my lip and kissed me, softly nipping at my lip with hers to soothe it. "And what if you like it, and want more of it?" She asked, her husky voice against my lips.

I swallowed. "I-I'm not asking you to t-treat me harshly, Ems. I know you won't do that. I..." I exhaled, hard. "It's just something I feel I need to experience. Even if we never do it again. I love you, and I love what you do to me, the effect you have on me. I know that if I don't feel safe, I can stop you. I never do, because I never feel unsafe. I'm not asking you to make me feel unsafe, either, I just..." I babbled. "Fuck."

Emily slid her arms around my waist and pulled me close to her, my legs opening to let her in closer. "Shhh... It's ok, beautiful. I'm not angry with you for sharing your thoughts with me, I'm just surprised, that's all." She said, softly stroking my fringe. "In fact, I wondered if there would ever be a time you would ask."

"Y-you did?" I replied.

"Mmhmm. There's no way someone can be part of our world without reading about it, or seeing it." She explained. "Some see it as a core thing. It just so happens that I don't. I've never seemed to need it as a part of my life."

"I don't either, I told you, I'm happy with the way we are." I said.

"Oh, I know that, Naomi. But, you dreamed about it. Dreams can be very vivid, and they can make us long for experiences that we otherwise might not entertain the idea of." She said. "To be fair, I would rather you express your thoughts and desires with me, even if it makes you nervous, than be left feeling unfulfilled."

"I don't feel that way."

"I know you don't. This is something, though, that must have been lying dormant in your mind."

"Oh." I said. "I didn't think of it like that."

She kissed me softly. "We can try that experience. Everything once, right?"

I looked at her sheepishly and nodded. "Right."

She smiled at me. "Don't be scared, beautiful. I know you're happy, and so am I. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Again, she kissed me slowly. "Now... You go take a shower, and I'll see what we can do about turning your dream into reality."


To say that I was anticipative while I took that shower is sort of an understatement. But mostly, I was wondering exactly what Emily had in mind. Who am I kidding, I always wondered what she had in store for me whenever she played with me, even when she would just simply tease me. To say that I was intrigued was no great stretch of the imagination, and I knew that her own imagination when it came to ways of ...er...playing with me had no shortage of inventiveness. And that filled me with a nervous energy.

It wasn't long after that I had finished my shower, and went back into the suite, to find Emily sitting on the end of the bed, looking up at me with that sly smirk on her face.

"Everything alright?" I asked.

She nodded. "We are going on a little outing."

"Oh? Where to?"

"An adult shop, of course." Emily replied, as though it were totally obvious.

I raised my eyebrow. "How did you find an adult shop? We've only been here a couple of days... And have barely left this suite!" I laughed. She waved her phone in the air. "Oh, you googled?"

Emily tipped her head back and laughed, that soft, devious, husky chuckle of hers. "I googled, but couldn't really find anything, so..." She said, trailing off. "I rang the concierge and asked." She shrugged.

My eyes widened. "You did WHAT?!"

To my surprise, Emily simply began to laugh. I knew she wasn't laughing at me, as such, more my reaction. Once she had composed herself, she cleared her throat. "Naomi...relax. I didn't tell the concierge the details of what I wanted. I just asked if there were any adult shops in the area, that's all."

"Oh." I said, in a much calmer voice. "Well, I suppose that's alright, then."

She stood, and moved closer to me, slipping her arms around my waist and pulling me near to her. "I'm a little more discreet than that, beautiful. You should know that by now." She said.

I nodded. "I-I know."

She smiled, and leaned up to kiss me. "Get dressed. I'm going to shower."

"Ok... Uhm... anything in p-particular?" I asked.

She let out a soft chuckle. "I'll leave it to you to decide, however... I want to be able to feel you up if the mood strikes me, which it might, so..." She cast her eyes downwards to my chest, and...lower. "I think you know." She said, softly. She then released me, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

About an hour later, we had taken a short walk to a shopping mall nearby to the hotel, and I have to admit, it was nice to get out of the hotel for a bit. Don't get me wrong, I loved being with Emily, but we had come to Cyprus for a holiday, after all. It was refreshing not to be cooped up, and to just get some fresh air and go for a nice walk. We did get a few stares, our linked hands drawing them from one or two good looking young men, and a few wistful ones from some women, too.

"They are probably wondering what they are missing." Emily whispered to me, as we walked down a cobblestone footpath.

Her whispered comment made me laugh. It was one of the things that made me realise that it wasn't just the dominance Emily had over me that made me love her so much. Of course that was part of it, but she had a wicked sense of humour, too. What was probably most surprising, was that she also had a sense of humour about her tastes. She once told me that too much seriousness seemed to loom over 'our world', as she called it. She told me that people, particularly online, placed too much emphasis on submissives looking like they aren't enjoying what is happening to them.

"How many submissive women do you see with a shy smile on their face?" She asked me. "Why do we do this, beautiful? Because it's fun. We get pleasure from it. And why shouldn't one have a smile on their face when they feel pleasure? It's supposed to make us happy, after all." She said, as her fingers threaded through mine, our hands swinging gently between us. "How does it make you feel, when I spank you, for example?"

I thought for a moment. "You know I get pleasure from it."

"It makes you feel good, right?"

"Yes."

"It's not supposed to, but it makes you smile, doesn't it?"

"In the strangest of ways, yes, it does." I replied. "I mean, it didn't make sense at first, until I realised its a sensation thing, not a pain thing."

She stopped. "Then why is it some sort of taboo to see someone smile when they are being spanked? Why shouldn't they smile if they enjoy the sensation of it?"

I felt my stomach tighten. "Are y-you going to..."

Emily stepped closer to me and kissed me. "Mmhmm..." She murmured, against my lips. "If you're good, I definitely will."

At that point, I really wished I was wearing knickers.

"The blush on your cheeks is priceless, darling." She whispered, softly. She then leaned close to my ear. "And I know for a fact if I slid my hand up between your thighs I would find you wet..."

"Jesus." I whispered, as my hand gripped her shoulder. "You're right."

"Always am, when it comes to you." She said, with a tone of smugness. "Now, come on..."

She took my hand and led me into a store that had a mannequin in the window wearing not very much at all. It appeared to be some very skimpy lingerie, and before I lost my nerve to follow her, I had to remember once again the little mantra Emily had told me.

Eggs, milk, dildos, handcuffs...

Or...collars, as the case may be.

The young man behind the counter looked us both up and down, and gave us a cheeky knowing smile and a nod. Emily nodded back to him, but I kept my head down, still finding this caper to be embarrassing for some reason. My lover, on the other hand, who looked mostly innocent and harmless, but could at times be the filthiest woman on the planet, held her head high with confidence as she led me through the compactly arranged shop. And I loved her even more for the air of confidence she had about her. Myself, I would have chickened out long before this point.

"Beautiful, you are gripping my hand tight like a vice, and near cutting off my circulation..." She said, softly.

"Huh? Oh..." I loosened the grip of my fingers. "S-sorry."

She smiled. "It's ok...I just like my hand, that's all." She said. "Besides, I much prefer the grip inside you..."

"Ems!" I said, to her responsive giggle.

"Did you catch the look the shop owner gave us? I wonder how many lesbians he gets in here..." She mused.

I felt myself shiver. "Yeah..." We stopped in front of a wall full of familiar looking gear, all black leather and chrome chain links. "So...how do we...?" I asked, quietly.

"It's different for everyone, beautiful. Some dominants choose a collar for their submissive, others let the submissive choose one."

"Oh." I said. "And...us?"

She smiled. "Well, I hardly think of you as a pet, so one with a dog tag labelled 'BITCH' is out..." She said, in an amused tone. "But something simple should do the trick. Here..." She reached for a collar that was black leather, an inch and a half in width, with a simple buckle and with four chrome D rings attached to it. She handed it to me, and it felt heavy in my hand. "What do you think?"

I traced my fingers over the leather, eyeing it carefully. "What are the rings for?" I asked.

"Padlocks. Tags. Leashes. Rope." She said, simply. She leaned closer. "The chain that links two nipple clamps together..." She added, her voice low.

Bitch, she knew I wasn't wearing a bra, either, and the image rolled around my mind. I could almost feel the tugging of the chain on my nipples and the firm bite of the clamps. I inhaled sharply, feeling my fingers begin to tremble. "Christ." I whispered.

"The only limit is imagination, beautiful." She said. "Something simple, I think...yes?" She added, nodding to the collar in my hands. I nodded, simply. "Now...pick a colour."

"A colour?"

"Mmhmm."

"Uh...red." I said, picking the first colour that came to my mind. "But I don't see any red-"

"Not for the collar, beautiful. For this." She reached towards a selection of packaged rope, and picked one that was a bright red colour.

"Oh." I said, somewhat dumbly.

"Intrigued?" Emily asked.

"Always." I replied.

She gave me that look. Sweet, but with an air of deviousness behind it. It made me shiver, and if I wasn't wet between my legs before, I most certainly was now. "Very well then...shall we?" She said. Again, I nodded my response.

The look that the store owner gave us while Emily paid for the goods was a sly, but knowing one. I knew that I had gone red in the face and it was obvious but, I was too hyped up to care too much. Emily, on the other hand, gave him a sweet smile as she took the nondescript paper bag and bid him goodbye politely.

"I bet he gets off later thinking about what we are going to get up to..." She smirked, as we began to make our way back to the hotel.

Fuck him, I thought. All I cared about was when I would have the chance to do the same...


When we got back to the suite, it was already early afternoon. Once we had got in, and the door had closed behind us, Emily placed the bag on the bed, and sat down on the end of it. "Stand...here." She said, pointing directly in front of her. I obeyed her instruction immediately. She looked up at me, with a strangely passive face. "You have a choice to make, beautiful." I looked at her with questioning in my eyes. "It's already the afternoon, and once we start this... Well, I intended to have you occupied for a good many hours, so..." She paused, briefly. "Do you want to go downstairs to eat, or would you prefer we order room service?"

I bit my bottom lip. "Aren't you the one who is in control?" I asked, nervously.

Emily shook her head. "No. You are." She said. "Naomi, once I place that collar around your neck, I will have some control, but remember... If you ever feel uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop. At any time." She said. "You have a safe word, and I do expect you to use it if you feel unsafe at any time."

I bowed my head. "Sorry, I just..." I said quietly, looking down at my feet.

"Naomi...look at me, beautiful." She said. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. "It's ok. I know you're anticipating this. This is somewhere we haven't gone, and you're nervous. So am I, if that puts you at ease. But, you know you will wonder about it, and keep doing so until you have the experience."

I nodded. "I-I know. And I know y-you'll take care of me." I said.

"So...restaurant, or room service?" She asked again.

"Room service." I answered.

She smiled. "That's what I was hoping you'd say, actually." I raised my eyebrow, as she went to the bedside table, picked up the phone and dialled the number for room service. "Good afternoon, this is room 2319, can you tell me what you recommend for a light afternoon meal?" She asked. "Mmhmm...oh, that sounds great. Ok, can we have one large serving of that, as well as some white wine, and some fruit with whipped cream? Splendid, how long will that take? Perfect. Thank you very much." She said, replacing the handset in its cradle. "We have about fifteen minutes."

"Uhm...ok..." I said.

She watched me, still obviously amused. "What would you like to do?" She asked.

I could feel myself blushing again. "Could we...just..." I trailed off, crawling onto the bed and shuffling up until I was lying on my side. Emily took the hint, and laid next to me, allowing me to cuddle into her side. I rested my head on her shoulder, and felt her stroke her fingers through my fringe as I closed my eyes.

"You just needed to be close to me, didn't you?" She asked, softly.

"Yeah." I replied, my voice almost a whisper. "Before you start with your deviousness."

She chuckled softly. "Is it wrong for me to want to ask you one last time if you really want to do this?"

I opened my eyes and looked at her. "I do, but... Do you want to? I mean..."

"Naomi...relax. I wouldn't have agreed to try it with you if I didn't." She said. "You and I both know how we are with each other, and that you can't resist the things I request of you, when it's in my nature to do so."

"Yeah." I said, tracing circles on her stomach. "I guess I just need to feel the difference, even if we never do it again."

"That's fair, beautiful."

We rested for a few minutes more, and soon enough, the soft knock came on the door of the suite, and Emily got up to open it while I stood and went out onto the balcony. Once the waiter had left and the door was once again closed, I heard Emily call my name from inside. She had taken off her shoes, and undone the top button of her shirt. She always looked totally irresistible to me, but more so when she was barefoot, in those jeans, and with her shirt like that. She stood by the foot of the bed, the collar held in her right hand by her side. She looked up at me with expectantly devious eyes. "Come closer, beautiful." She said, her voice laced with a dark, low tone that instantly made me shiver. I had already taken off my shoes, and walked towards her. "Kneel." She said, and I felt the twinge in my lower abdomen as I quickly obeyed, kneeling at her feet.

Slowly, she stepped behind me, and I felt her kneel behind me. Her hand trailed over my shoulder, and began to slowly unbutton my shirt, all the way down until it lay completely open. Quickly, she slid the fabric from my body, leaving me completely topless. I then felt the simple brushing of my hair as it was pushed so that it spilled over my shoulder. A soft kiss was placed on the back of my neck, and then the next thing I felt was the cool leather of the collar as it was placed around my throat, and the metallic clink of the buckle as Emily threaded the leather through it. "Tell me if it's too tight." She said, her voice still soft and low.

She tightened the collar until it was snug, but not enough to feel like it was going to choke me. "That's good." I said.

Another kiss, this time at the space just behind my ear, that made me shiver. "Thank you." She said.

"No...thank you." I replied.

A soft, short chuckle. "We thank each other, then." She said, standing up, and sitting on the end of the bed in front of me. "How does it feel?" She asked.

I closed my eyes and thought a moment. "Strange." I said.

"Good, or bad?"

I swallowed. "Good. Like..." I sighed. I could already feel the beginning of the effect this was having on me. "Like..." I felt my brow furrowing. The butterflies were already going crazy in my stomach.

"It's ok if you can't tell me now." Emily said, patiently. "It's obviously affecting you already."

"Sorry." I said.

"Don't." She said, reaching towards me and resting her palm against my cheek. My eyes looked upwards into her own. They were soft and warm. "No need." She stood and went to her suitcase. "Stay perfectly still, and close your eyes." She said, and as I did so, I heard her rustling through her case, and then I felt her presence behind me once more. She took my left wrist in her hand, and slipped one of the cuffs around it, doing the same with the other, until they were fastened behind me. Then, the blindfold slipped around my head, and my heart properly began to race as I felt myself get wetter, also feeling like there was glue in my ears. Emily's hands rested on my biceps. "Up on your feet." She said, beginning to lift me upwards. Slowly, I got to my feet, and stood quietly, hands behind my back, as her fingers reached for the zip of my skirt, slowly sliding it down. The fabric quickly slid down my legs, and then with a quick push on my hips, I was face down on the bed, landing with a soft whimper.

I felt the weight of her body as she straddled the backs of my thighs, trailing her fingertips softly down my arms. "Has my beautiful girl been having dirty thoughts?" She asked, the dominant tone completely lacing her voice. I hesitated for a second. "Answer me." She said, sternly.

"Yes." I replied. The response earned me a spank to either side of my arse. Just hard enough to feel a light stinging sensation after her hand left my skin.

"What sort of thoughts?" She asked, rubbing light circles across my arse. "Speak."

I groaned softly. "Being tied up. Controlled. Teased. D-denied..." I managed, my words coming in short gasps.

She spanked me twice more, with a little more sting this time. "Denied, eh?" She mused. "You like that don't you? When I tease you, and then deny you..."

"Oh yes..." I sighed, relishing the feel of her fingertips caressing my tingling skin.

One spank, then another. "Why?"

"Why?" I asked in reply, my voice barely above a whimper.

Another two spanks, this time much harder, making me squirm. "Don't get smart with me, I'll have to punish you... Now...why?" She said, the harsh tone of her voice tugging at my insides. That shouldn't feel so good, but it does...oh Christ...

Again, i whimpered, louder this time. "It's intense."

"Intense, you say? How?" Emily asked, still gently stroking my behind. When I didn't answer straight away, she spanked me again.

"Ah...f-fuck..." I stuttered. "It m-makes it...b-builds w-when you tease me...and t-then..." I paused, and she spanked me once more. The words spilled out of me in what seemed like a continuous moan. "You l-leave m-me on the edge and when you s-start to t-touch me again it's s-stronger." I gasped as her palm struck me again. "E-each time you l-leave me hanging it m-makes me want it m-more..."

"And then?" Four spanks on each side this time, each strike causing me to clench internally and squirm under her.

"M-makes m-me...e-explode." I croaked out, feeling myself shudder hard. My hips rocked involuntarily, and I groaned again, from deep in my chest when Emily spanked me again...harder. The throb I felt between my legs was strangely unlike anything I have felt before. Is this what it was like, to truly submit yourself to someone? We'd barely even started...

She slid her fingers across the now stinging flesh of my arse, as I breathed hard and shivered under her touch. My breath was intermixed with soft mewling moans as she touched me. "Easy, beautiful..." She said, her voice low and calm. She then laid both her hands over my warmed cheeks, and I shivered hard again.

"Oh, God..." I croaked. Her touch was cool and warm all at once, and so sensitive on my skin. It sent a burning feeling, hot between my legs.

Then, she moved from on top of me. "Get up." She said, succinctly. Her hands met my shoulders, and she manoeuvred me until I was sitting on my arse, ad what I assumed was the edge of the bed. The sensation of being on my stinging arse was a new one, and it made me bite my bottom lip unconsciously.

"Don't." Emily said, immediately untucking my lip. Her hand left my face, and I heard soft movement, and then the soft creak of the chair in front of me. "I have already taken your sight, and your sense of touch, beautiful. And I know you are aroused from the spanking I just gave you."

"Yes." I whispered.

A soft chuckle. "Before I play with you any further, I think we should eat, no?" I heard her stand, and then heard the soft clinking of cutlery against crockery. "I had room service bring up something that would not get cold. I heard the slick sound of the movement of food against the plate. "Let me see..." She said, and then I heard the distinct sound of her chewing a mouthful. After a moment or two, she spoke. "Wow, this is tasty. Would you like to try some?"

I went to nod, and then thought better of it. "Yes."

"Yes...what?" Emily asked.

"Yes p-please." I stuttered.

"Very well." I heard the scrap of cutlery against the plate. "Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth, and waited. A moment later, a cold fork slid onto my tongue, and I closed my lips around it as it slid out. I tasted the texture of pasta...basil...garlic...olive oil. It was delightfully delicious. And I chewed it eagerly before swallowing. "T-thank you." I said.

For the next ten minutes, it went on, as Emily fed me pasta, forkful by forkful, sharing the dish with me.

"How do you feel?" She asked me, at the end of the meal.

I swallowed. "Good. Strangely enough." I said, quietly.

"Have you had enough?"

I shook my head. "No." I whispered.

"Very well." She said. "I want you on your feet."

Within seconds, I was on my feet.

"Oh, so compliant..." She mused, and I could hear the smirk in her tone. "You are most beautiful when you are naked."

"Thank you." I said.

"Tell me, what you remember of shibari." Emily said.

"Shibari?" I asked. "Uhm... Japanese rope bondage?"

"Correct." She replied. "I remember, many months ago, on our first trip to the bondage club, you seemed to find it quite... Intriguing. Would that be a correct assumption?"

"Yes." I croaked.

"Hmm. Stand with your legs apart...shoulder width." Emily said, softly. I did as I was asked, until my feet seemed to be roughly shoulder width apart. I felt a light tugging on the collar around my neck. "Lift your head." Again, I did as she told me, tilting my head back as far as was comfortable. I heard the crackling of the plastic, and then the soft sound of the rope being unwound. "It's been a while since I last did this, so I will start with something simple." She said, and I once again felt the tugging against the collar, and the light brushing of her fingers against the exposed part of my throat. "One single piece of rope, to wrap you with..." She said, her voice still soft. "Stay completely still, and try and keep your breathing normal. If you need me to stop..."

"I know." I whispered.

She placed a soft kiss in the middle of my chest, and then I felt her place the rope against my skin, running down between my breasts and then, strangely, between my legs, resting just in the crevice between the top of my thigh and my folds. At that moment, I really wished that she would touch me, but I knew that was a long way off, and I was trying to focus on the fact that this part of play wasn't actually meant to be sexual. I felt Emily move around me, passing the rope between my body and my bound hands, and then the tug on the ring at the back of the collar, feeling, more than hearing the rope passing through it. The rope tickled at my arms, and once more, I shivered, trying to control my breathing. It was hard, I must admit, because my heart was already beating very fast beneath my chest, and I was more than just simply aroused by this.

The rope again tickled at the skin on my back, and then dropped down past my arse, and I heard Emily moving again, and then felt her soft, warm breath at my stomach. She kissed me so lightly, I couldn't help the soft moan that slipped out, nor the slight tensing of my body. "Relax, my beautiful one." She murmured.

I tried to concentrate on doing just that, as I felt the rope begin to tighten around me as she pulled it back up my chest, also hearing it being passed back through the metal ring at my throat. "Comfortable?" I nodded. "Ah-Ah...tell me."

"Yes." My voice felt weak, and sounded it, too. Emily's palm rested against my cheek, and she lightly stroked against it with her thumb.

Silence fell over the room, save for the distant sound of the waves crashing onto the beach, as slowly, Emily began to work the rope around my body, starting by looping it around the section that ran down my body, and then winding it around to the back, curling it around and then continuing downwards, separating my body into sections and creating a wide web around me. She checked with me, of course, to see that I was still comfortable, although I think it was her way of making sure I was still coherent enough to continue. When she ran out of enough rope to go further, she tied it off against itself, and set about kissing each small roped off section of my skin, in such a loving manner that I began to feel completely delirious.

Finally, she stood and placed her hands on my hips, and placed soft kisses up my throat, trailing around to my ear. "I can smell how aroused you are, beautiful. It's really...very intoxicating."

The low tone of her voice made me throb in several places, culminating in another whimper that left my lips. Briefly, her body moved from mine, and I heard some more rustling, and then the distinctive noise of Emily's camera as it was turned on. I gasped, hopefully quietly, and felt my arousal peak even higher.

"I want to show you this later..." Emily mused. "You really do look...quite spectacular." I heard the shutter of the camera, and then her footsteps, followed by another click of the shutter. Then, again on the other side of me.

Jesus.

"One more thing for now, I think..." She mused again. I felt her presence close to me again, and then felt the warm wetness of her tongue as she slowly, softly licked at each of my nipples in turn. They were already hard from how aroused I was, and I was already aching and throbbing between my legs, which was matching the quick beating of my heart. I groaned, as Emily took each of my nipples between her teeth and gently tugged them, repeating the action on both of them in turn. I then heard the clinking of metal chain, and knew it could only be one thing.

The attention of my hazy mind was drawn to my nipple, as I felt the firmness of the clamp closing around it. I inhaled sharply. "Too much?" Emily asked, softly.

"N-no." I whispered. A pulsing throb of shock ran through my body, directly to my centre, and I shuddered, as Emily passed the length of chain through the remaining space in the metal ring at my throat, and closed the other clamp around my nipple wi a firm pressure that made me groan from deeper in my throat. My breathing quickened, as my insides began to clench in time with my breathing, and after what seemed like minutes, I settled once more. In that time, I could have sworn I had heard the shutter of the camera again, but couldn't be completely certain, my head was totally foggy, after all.

I heard the light creak of the bed springs, and knew that Emily was now sitting down, just a few feet away from me. I couldn't see them, but I could feel her eyes on me, and that just made my head swim even more. After a few minutes, she spoke. "How do you feel now?" She asked. "Take your time if you have to."

"Uh..." My voice was low and felt very thick coming out of my lips. "E-encased. Wet. A-aroused..." My breath was shaking and I felt like I was trembling. "So s-spacey..."

"It feels...good?" She asked.

"Yesss..." I whispered, feeling desperate for more. Particularly more of her touch. I was so out of it, I didn't think and bit my bottom lip.

"Oh... Now your tempting me, to fuck you unconscious?" Emily said, with a low chuckle.

"Yes. Please." I whispered. I heard her move closer, and then felt a light pull on the chain connected to my nipples. The tension made me groan and my body arched towards her. When my body settled back into its position, she did it again. Then, a third time which drew a louder moan from me. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but I could definitely feel the sensation of it shooting through my body. "P-please!" I begged once more, my voice tight and thick with pure want.

I felt the release of pressure on my nipples, and groaned deeper as I felt the blood start to go back into them, drawing a quick hiss from my lungs, and then felt Emily's hands on my hips, pushing me forwards and onto the bed, my body falling limply onto my stomach. She pushed me until I was completely on it, kneeling with my shoulders against the soft pillows, and my arse in the air. I felt myself shudder, the aching throb now in my nipples as well as between my legs. I yelped, as I felt a sharp spank on either side of my arse, the sensation feeding itself right into my core and pushing me closer. My body shook again, and I felt another two sharp spanks against my tingling skin. My head was spinning, I was feeling completely delirious, and I faintly heard the soft rustle of clothing dropping to the floor, and then something else that my mind didn't have the sense to properly register.

It wasn't until I felt the bed dipping, and the grip of Emily's hands on my hips that the anticipation peaked within me, and I tried to push myself back against her. My effort was greeted with another two sharp spanks on my arse, which smarted more than the others, but also pushed me closer to the edge of exploding. "Patience, my beautiful little slut..." Emily said, sternly. I felt pressure at my clit, and it was so swollen and excited I had to stifle a scream.

"Please...fuck me..." I croaked. "Need you to...please..."

I felt her fingers curl under the rope at my hips, and grip it firmly, tightening the hold of the web she had created around my body. I almost felt like the breath was knocked out of me, and then cried out, a streak of pure pleasure stabbing into my body as Emily pushed her hips against mine, penetrating me with the strap on.

"FUCK!" I cried, once I had taken a deep breath. The next sounds from me were no more coherent as Emily began to do just that, slipping her hips backwards and then thrusting deep into me. My body went virtually limp, giving into the wholly consuming sensation of being tied up in such a way and properly well fucked. I breathed in hard, deep gasps, somehow unable to make coherent sound as my body shook with a long overdue orgasm. The clenching pleasure inside me did not cease, and only grew stronger as with each thrust, all the right and pleasurable places inside me were grazed against, prodded and rubbed, and as another climax gripped me, I grunted out the most animalistic noise that only Emily had ever made me cry.

She was relentless in her shagging of me, as she always was, and I knew it was the effect of her dominance that caused it. Once she had come too, she would tend to me, as she always did, with love and care, but now... Oh now, I was a most willing victim of Emily's lust as she literally fucked me like an animal. Fuck the concept of God... Oh God...just don't stop fucking me...

I was lost in my own space, and had lost count of how many times I had hit the peak, but what seemed like all too soon, Emily wrapped her arms around me, the thrusting movement inside me became purely erratic and as the wave crested inside me again, with a hoarse groan, she stiffened against me and shook for several long seconds before her body finally stilled.

I let out a whimper as the emptiness filled me as the strap on slid out, and felt completely dazed as Emily pulled my body upwards, I barely noticed the removal of the blindfold, nor the cuffs from around my wrists. I did give a slight groan of discomfort as my arms dropped limply to my sides. "Hold on, beautiful." Emily said, softly. She kissed my shoulders and slowly massaged and rotated them, softening the aching feeling until it was significantly duller than before. Then, slowly, she began to untie and remove the rope from around my body, and in some way, I felt strangely sad that I was being released from it. It was snug, and comfortable around me, and I heard myself sniffle slightly at the loss of it. "Are you alright?" She asked, her voice concerned. I nodded, even though I felt tears beginning to well at my eyelids. Thankfully, she didn't make me answer verbally, I don't think I could have formed a coherent word.

Soon enough, the rope was gone from around me, leaving only the collar. It was when her hand reached the leather and went to unbuckle it that I sniffled again, and the tears actually did begin to spill from my eyelids, as I reached up to stop her. Quickly, she pulled me gently down into aprons position and slid her arms around me, holding me close and stroking my fringe. "Shhh...I've got you." She said. "Playtime is over for now, beautiful."

It was the softness of her voice, and the concern that laced it that had me in tears, now. I couldn't express just how not upset I was at what we had just done, only the fact that it was over. I think, though, that somehow Emily knew this, and she just let me cry against her shoulder for a good ten minutes, before I finally just gave that long, heavy sigh that comes at the end of a good cry. I snuggled into her, relishing the much more snug hold she embraced me with.

I cleared my throat. "I'm ok." I said, my voice a soft rasp.

"Are you sure?"

I looked up at her questioning eyes, and nodded. "Yeah." I said. "That was...overwhelming."

"Too much?"

I shook my head. "Very intense." I replied. "But not so much that I wanted you to stop."

Emily lifted my lips to hers and kissed me slowly. "I know it's a perfectly normal reaction to being overwhelmed, but sometimes I worry when I've made you cry." She said, quietly.

"You worry that you push me too far?" I asked.

"Yes."

Somehow, I managed to place my hand over her heart. "It was intense, and emotional for me, Ems. But there was never a point where I wanted you to stop. I asked you if we could do this, after all."

"Oh, I'm aware of that, beautiful." She said. "I suppose...it's just my protectiveness of you, that's all. I know it wasn't through any harmful means, but I just...don't like to see you cry. It makes me want to wrap you up and make it all go away."

"Even if it's the good sort of crying?" I asked. "It wasn't bad, Emily. I promise you that. It's...hard to explain, though."

She eyed me carefully, and bit her bottom lip. "Can you try?" She said.

I laid my head on her shoulder and thought, briefly. "I can... Being tied up like that... It felt different to when you tie me to something else, like a bed, or a chair. That rope...it was...snug. Comforting. Seeing it done is artistic, yes... But being part of it... That's something else."

"It felt good?"

"Very much so." I said. "I almost felt empty when you were untying it. That's why I started to cry."

"Oh." Emily replied. "And...the collar?"

I sighed, deeply. "I just...don't want to take it off, yet. If...that's ok?"

She nodded. "Whatever you wish, beautiful."

"It's...less demeaning than it's made out to be. I don't feel forced at all. I never do with you." I explained. "I feel... More loved, in a way. More important."

"You're always loved, and so important to me." Emily said.

"I know. Believe me, I know." I said. "But this..." I ran my finger along the collar, and tugged at the metal ring at my throat. "I don't need this collar to tell me that, Emily. But it still feels good to wear it. I don't need anything to tell me that I'm yours, or to make me feel loved, or even owned. I know we don't have that sort of relationship. You know I don't want this to change between us, but..."

She placed her finger against my lips. "It's the experience of it?"

I nodded. "Yes." The word from my lips vibrated against her fingertip. I reached up and took her hand in mine, threading our fingers together. "Emily, you are my lover who has become my best friend, my everything. That's more than enough for me." I said. "I'm with you because I want to be, not because I feel kept."

"Yet, I am the keeper of your heart. As you are mine."

"That's true, but you and I don't need outward signs to show it. We know it. We feel it, inside." I said, placing my hand against her stomach. "Here... And up here." I added, placing my hand again over her heart, and then kissing her temple.

Emily smiled softly. "How did you get to be so smart?"

I blushed. "It's a gift, I suppose."

She laughed. "Oh, beautiful..." She said, kissing the top of my head. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Hmm... I never want to find out, either." I looked up at her, she kissed me slowly, and the. I lay my head in her shoulder, stifling a yawn.

"Tired?"

"A bit. There's a woman I know who fucks me absolutely senseless, not that I'm complaining. It can be a bit of a drain, though..."'I joked.

"Cheeky." Emily smirked, lightly poking me in the ribs.

"You love me, though."

"Yes, I do. Very much so." She said, cuddling against me. "Are you sure you don't want to take this off?" She asked, running her finger along the collar.

I shook my head. "Not just yet."

"Ok. Whenever you're ready, then..."

Again, she kissed the top of my head, and eventually I closed my eyes and began to doze, my head still nestled into her shoulder.


A/N#2: Now, for those of you who read this far, I know some of you might be thinking it strange that this took place at all. I hesitated with it at first, but then I realised, like Emily explains, that even though she doesn't agree with the principle of it, she is intrigued by what Naomi wants to try, because she hasn't had the experience before, and had the dream of being collared, and it sparked her interest. She does feel, though, like Naomi does, that they don't actually need it like some dominant/submissive relationships do, because everything else they have is more than enough for them.

It seems to me, though, that there's already that connection between them, but that it's invisible, and unspoken. The relationship between them is in as many ways conventional as it is unconventional, I think. Or not. *shrug*

Oh... And that conversation that they have about BDSM always being portrayed as a serious thing is something I actually picked up from a recent visit to the debauched corner of tumblr...lol... A couple of blogs I found that treat the subject with a sense of humour, and are sick of the whole idea that it's supposed to be totally serious 100% of the time. Hence Emily's comment about why they do it, "...because it's fun."

(This was also when I found a photo set of a turkey trussed up in bondage, in a mini dojo setting, complete with tiny little sandals which made me laugh my arse off for the better part of half an hour... Yeah, I'm strange...)

Anyway...do leave a review, if the mood takes you.

More coming eventually.

Until then,

~GN~ xo