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"I accept, Mistress," Emma dropped to her knees, eyes down, as she submitted to the woman who now had full control over her life.
Regina had watched the blonde's expressions intently and at one point she saw a very real possibility that the woman would refuse. But now, seeing the blonde kneeling for her was affecting her in a very profound way. Nothing she could define but deeply none the less.
Emma waited, now she had made the decision she could relax. It could be the last decision she made for an entire year, depending on how the queen decided to train her.
Red looked on, fascinated as the deal was made. The blonde dropping to her knees like she had been doing this for years. The wolf pitied her, she thought the woman was strong. But, Red had seen so many come and go over the years she wondered how long she would last. The wager was a year but the queen bored easily. Red herself was only still around because she had talents both in and out of the queen's bed.
"Your hand," Emma held out her hand and didn't flinch when the queen ran her finger across her palm, slicing it open. The queen did the same to her own palm and clasped their hands together. Emma felt a warmth emanating from where their wounds were pressed together and it spread until she could feel it everywhere. "Red." The queen commanded and the young woman placed her hands over theirs. Their was a final burst of heat and then it was gone. The queen dropped Emma's hand and the blonde noticed the cut had healed. "It's done. A year, my pet." Emma nodded and once again dropped her eyes.
"Leave us," Red bowed as she walked to the door.
"Your Majesty?" The wolf queried, her hand on the door handle.
"Yes?" Regina snapped, she wanted to be alone with her new pet.
"Would you like some food sending up, it's getting late," Red asked her queen after remembering how long it had been since the new slave had eaten.
"Yes, send some up." Red nodded and slipped out the door leaving Emma alone with the queen.
It was silent and the queen went back to her desk, completely ignoring the slave. She finished going through her paperwork and began writing some letters but before she could finish there was a knock on the door.
"Enter," Red appeared with a tray of food. Emma did not know if this was customary and the queen didn't like her servants to see her slaves naked or if it was Red doing her a favour. Either way the smell of the food made her stomach tighten as she realised how hungry she was.
"On the table," Regina pointed to the low table near her favourite chair by the fire. "Wait." She finished her letter and added it to the pile. She crossed the room to her wolf and handed her a stack off letters. "I need you to take this, right to her hand. Don't return without it," Red nodded, her eyes flashing to the blonde who hadn't moved a muscle since she'd first left the room.
"Yes, My Queen," the wolf ducked her head before taking the letters and leaving the room to run her errands, flashing a brief glance at the blonde before closing the door behind her.
Regina went to sit and helped herself to some food, picking at the bread, fruit and cheese her wolf had brought for her. Red knew her tastes and she usually ate a light meal in the evening and a larger one in the middle of the day. As she ate she studied her slave. The blonde hadn't moved for nearly two hours now, it was quite impressive but Regina knew that was part of any slave's basic training.
After she had eaten the queen called Emma over to her.
"Come." Emma rose and the queen watched her pad across the room, admiring the grace with which she moved, it was almost feline. A good contrast to her wolf she thought. When she had crossed the room an elegant finger pointed to the ground and the blonde dropped to her knees without question by the side of her chair
"Look at me," Emma lifted her eyes to meet the queen's, those brown eyes were hooded, unreadable as they looked down at her. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, Mistress," Emma replied, she was starving. It was around three days since she'd last eaten.
"Here," Regina held out a bite sized piece of bread and her slave stretched her neck slightly and took it delicately between her teeth, without touching the queen's fingers, like a good pet should. Regina was pleased and held out a piece of apple. Emma again took it and hummed at how sweet and juicy it was, the queen smiled and offered her more. As she ate, her green eyes held the queen's. Sharing food could often be an intimate experience between master and slave, it also re-asserted the master's control because even food could be withheld and hand feeding reminded the slave exactly who was in charge. But, it also showed care, that her mistress was taking time to feed her and not making her eat scraps off the floor. Or not feeding her at all.
"I'm only doing this because you need to heal. Your body needs to fight off the remaining infection," Regina explained as she continued to offer the blonde small morsels of food.
"I understand, Mistress." Her slave confirmed, keeping her voice low, respectful. The food from the plate was finished even though there had been double the usual portion, courtesy of Red, and the queen offered Emma some water which she drank greedily, she was extremely de-hydrated but then stopped as she realised that if she drank too much she would need the bathroom.
"Take what you need," the queen urged. Regina wanted a healthy slave, not one who would keep passing out from lack of water.
"Mistress," Emma drank more and the queen refilled the goblet and Emma finished that too. She shook her head when offered more. "No, thank you, Mistress." She sat back on her heels and once again dropped her eyes. Regina sat back in her chair as she took more time to study the woman.
They weren't that far apart in age. Five, maybe six years, she mused. But it seemed their lives had taken different routes. Or had they? Hadn't she practically been a whore for the King? It seemed this woman was at the higher end of the professional scale, independent, wealthy, obviously good at what she did. In a way Regina admired her. From one woman to another, she knew how the world worked and expected it wasn't that much different wherever this one had come from. She was not like the slaves she usually broke, they were usually weak. Not all but most of them.
With those thoughts in mind she became curious.
"Explain to me what you did in your world." Emma widened her eyes, surprised at the question.
"Yes, Mistress," she murmured. "I worked for myself, I could pick and choose my clients but my reputation was good and I had a waiting list." The Queen raised a perfect dark brow at this information but did not question her so Emma continued.
"I worked from an established," she paused to think of the correct word. "Brothel is not the the right word as it was power and not sex that was traded." Regina watched as the blonde frowned.
"You were a dominant, dominatrix?" She queried and her slave shrugged.
"I was, any sexual release was as a result of my clients own desires, not any physical relief I gave them."
Regina understood that, having become an expert in that herself over the years, in most cases preferring not to get her hands dirty.
"This made you wealthy?"
"Very," Emma confirmed with a nod. "I owned my own apartment," she paused at the queen's look of confusion. "Property is an expensive commodity in any world I believe? The queen nodded.
"It is," she confirmed.
"My rooms were in a good part of the city, expensive but clean, low crime, good restaurants and clubs." Again the queen looked confused. "Where people pay to eat?" Regina wrinkled up her nose at that, lip curling in disgust.
"Like a tavern?" Emma laughed and shook her head, only the narrowing of her mistress's eyes reminding her of her place.
"I apologise Mistress, it seems our worlds are very different. The restaurants I speak of serve food for the rich and famous, world class chefs and exclusive clients." That the queen understood. "And clubs? Where we would go to drink and dance, I don't imagine that you have night clubs here?"
"We have balls?" The Q=queen supplied but again Emma shook her head.
"No, these clubs are dark, the music is loud, you can be anyone you want to be, nobody cares what your real life is like. They just want to have fun and forget who they are. It's a release, meet a stranger, take them home, fuck them." The blonde purred and she could see how taken with her description the queen was. "Then back to real life the next day," the blonde finished her description. "My world is more focused on pleasure than day to day survival, for most people."
Regina was fascinated, how often had she wished to escape from her duties?
"You went often, to these 'clubs'?" Emma nodded.
"I did, most nights, after work."
"And you met people?" Regina knew how she must sound but her curiosity was getting the better of her.
"Most nights," the blonde confirmed. "I'm attractive and had a reputation, it made it easy to find women willing to indulge me," she confirmed, her self confidence every apparent in her tone. The Queen allowed it as her slave was speaking of her past life.
"Just women?" Emma nodded.
"Yes, Mistress. although I cater, catered," she corrected herself with a frown, "to both sexes at work, for pleasure I only sleep with women."
"There are clubs specifically for women?" Regina couldn't hide her surprise at that. "It's socially acceptable?" Emma shrugged.
"In the larger cities but there are still many bigots out there." It was quiet again as the queen digested the information. "Apart from magic I can't see any advantages of this world over my own. From what little I've seen," Emma commented and it fell silent again.
"Enough!" Emma watched as the queen reached up and rubbed the pendant she had around her neck and Emma saw it glow. The queen sat back in her chair, lost in thought and Emma settled back to her original position and waited patiently. It was a few minutes later when there was a knock on the door. "Enter!" Regina called, already knowing it was Red who had answered her silent summons.
"Did you deliver the letter?" Regina queried as she looked to her wolf.
"I did, My Queen," the brunette confirmed with a bow of her head. She held up a velvet bag, Regina took it and smiled. "May I be of any other service?" The brunette purred, Emma recognised the tone but did not look up.
"Possibly," the queen's voice was practically dripping with sexuality and Emma's own sex clenched in response. What was it about this woman? She had never been so susceptible to another's sexuality as she was this queen's.
"Come, both of you," Emma and Red obediently followed the queen to her bedchamber. "Pet, kneel," Emma dropped to her knees at the side of the bed, the fur rug providing some cushioning. The Queen came to stand before her and she saw a velvet bag, clasped in her hand. "Look at me," Emma looked up into hooded eyes. "I have a gift for you," Emma kept her face stoic, she suspected this was not jewellery or a set of car keys.
She held the queen's eyes as commanded, not able to see what was removed from the bag.
"Red, her hair." Emma held still as her hair was lifted off her neck and cool metal was placed around it, closing with an ominous click. It was light, she could barely feel it but was unable to withhold a gasp as it heated rapidly until she thought it was going to burn her skin, there was a flare of light and then it was cool again.
"Very nice," The queen smiled and clicked her fingers and Red retrieved a small mirror from the other-side of the room. "Suits you, don't you think?" The queen purred as she showed Emma herself. The blonde withheld her anger as she saw the metal encircling her neck, the queen had collared her. A few deep breaths and she was calm again. It wasn't unexpected but it was still against her nature. It was a white metal, not silver, something similar but lighter in weight. It was a cylindrical piece of metal about half an inch thick that had been formed into a collar and Emma could not see nay way of removing it, there were small designs etched on it, they glowed red and appeared to move.
"Interesting," the queen commented. "A swan?" She questioned. "Each collar forms it's own design when fitted," she explained. "Why is yours a swan?"
"It's my name," Emma replied, having regained her composure.
"Really?" Regina had no interest in the woman's name to this point. Names meant nothing, she renamed her pet's anyway, as she had Red.
"Yes, Mistress." Emma answered, now completely calm again as she looked up at her mistress.
"They call you Swan?"
"No, Mistress. They call me Emma, Emma Swan."
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Next on The Collar
"Look at me!" Regina was upset but this eased as she looked down into green eyes. Green eyes. She reached out and clasped her pet's chin firmly in her fingers and tilted her head, examining her jawline.