Here is today's chapter but I have some bad news...it will be the last of the daily updates. However, this a longer than usual chapter for you. Chapter 8 is 3/4 written so I aim to have it posted Monday at the latest. But, as my long term readers know I can be strongly motivated by comments, we have what we call a symbiosis going on, we help each other out ;0)

Not safe for work!

Enjoy, LD X

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Emma locked eyes with the queen before bringing her hands forward from behind her back and resting them on the queen's ankles where they showed just below the hem of her skirt, hands clasping lightly over the straps of her mistress's shoes. When she met no resistance Emma gently lifted each foot, parting the queen's legs and creating a space between them. Regina didn't move as soft but strong hands slid up her calves, stroking the flesh as they went. Emma was enjoying the feel of the queen's skin, it was perfectly smooth, the muscles flexing lightly under her touch, as the silk of her dress was pushed ever upwards.

When her slave reached her knees Regina allowed them to be parted further, her dress falling to one side, the heavy silk moving of it's own accord with little persuasion. Emma took her time, fingers caressing the sensitive skin behind the queen's knees before running them up surprisingly muscled thighs. Regina was surprised by the sensuality her slave was putting into the encounter, it was drastically increasing her arousal, the anticipation causing her sex to throb. She was used to teaching her slaves what she liked but it seemed this one already had a level of skill, not that she was surprised.

Emma felt the muscles flex under her hand and smiled to herself, the queen was excited, she wanted her. But, the blonde kept it slow inching her hands closer to her mistress's desire, again there was no resistance so she followed her hands with her lips, pressing them against the warm skin. Regina shivered at the first touch, a gentle almost reverent pressure on her skin, the kisses becoming open mouthed as they climbed higher, each thigh being charted by the slave's mouth. Emma could feel the queen's pulse racing under her lips, she chanced a light nip of her teeth against the pulse point and was pleased to hear a sharp intake of breath but no sign to stop.

Regina was surprised by the nip but as it enhanced her pleasure she let it slide, her sex clenching in anticipation. Emma turned her attention to the apex of the queen's things, she could smell her arousal and was curious to know what she tasted like. With that in mind Emma pushed harder at the queen's legs, parting them and fully exposing her sex to the slaves eyes for the very first time. The blonde was surprised to see the queen was pantieless but then she had been wearing an incredibly sheer dress that left little to the imagination, not that Emma had been looking of course.

The luxury of time was taken away from the slave when her hair was fisted and her head bent back so she was looking into the dark pits of the queen's eyes.

"Tongue only," Regina growled, she didn't want the slave, her slave, getting any ideas above her station.

"Yes, Mistress," Emma murmured, the hold lessened but did not release completely and the blonde found her head pushed roughly down between her mistress's thighs. So, she did the only thing she could and brought her tongue to press against the wet flesh, taking a long lick and covering her tongue in the queen's fluid. As she did, a frisson of electricity shot through her, or what felt like electricity but it left her body tingling. Magic, it must be magic. Emma worked hard to repress a moan as the sensation shot to her clit but didn't stop serving the queen, her queen, and she went to work with her mouth. First taking long licks over the queen's soft flesh, spreading her essence before concentrating her attention on finding out what pleased the queen.

Regina noticed the change, her slave became focused and she was having a very hard time holding in the groans of satisfaction her pet's mouth was causing her. When a hot mouth enveloped the erect bundle of nerves she gave in, letting out a loud moan as she was suckled, sparks of sensation shooting through her body. Regina could feel her magic reacting to the slave which was rare but not unheard of when she was very aroused but it enhanced her climax when it came. Her hand tightened in the slaves hair and Emma whimpered at the harsh hold but it also urged her on, the pain exciting her and she redoubled her efforts. Mouth working furiously as she began to bring the queen closer, tongue circling her mistress's entrance, a hand on her collar jerked her in closer, tongue sliding inside to be enveloped by tight walls that were already beginning to tremble.

Emma used her strength to fight her mistress's hold so she could move her head more. Regina refused to relinquish control at first only tightening her hold until she realised what her slave was trying to do so she slackened her grip on her hair and joined her pet's rhythm, her hand on the slave's collar as the blonde began to fuck her with her tongue.

Both women worked together the slave thrusting in and out, her mistress adding force to her pet's movements. Regina felt herself near the edge, her heart was beating frantically and magic was racing through her veins. Emma knew the queen was close and she increased her pace, tongue slicking in and out as she fucked the queen. Deliberately disobeying her mistress's orders she reached up and pinched the queen's erect clit between her thumb and forefinger, sending her over the edge.

Regina's climax was intense and long lasting, her magic exploding inside her as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. Emma continued to draw every last reaction from her mistress until the hold on her relaxed and the queen sat back, totally spent. The blonde used her tongue to gently clean the queen before settling back on her heels, eyes down, awaiting her next command.

It was silent as Regina regained her sense of self. Her magic did not usually react that strongly but then she rarely experienced such pleasure, only her wolf had that talent. A glance down at her pet showed the blonde kneeling with her eyes down and once again Regina was impressed by her training, she reached out and tilted the slave's chin so she could look into her eyes. Dark green stared back and her face still glistened with her queen's essence.

Emma tried to read the brown depths staring down at her but the queen's face was a mask. Regina smirked ad bent her head, sucking the blonde's bottom lip into her mouth and tasting herself there before biting down and piercing the soft flesh under her teeth. Emma jerked at the pain and moaned when she felt an answering tug in her groin before she was released.

"Good girl," Regina purred, pleased to have elicited such a strong reaction from her slave.

Emma jumped as Red appeared behind the queen.

"Unfortunately I have court now," Regina informed her pet. "Red, take her and find her some clothes until I can have some made. Show her what she needs to know." A wave of her hand dismissed them both and Emma rose to her feet and followed the brunette out of the throne room.

It was silent at first, Emma still trying to bring her rebellious body under control.

"She has that effect," Red commented as she scented the blonde's arousal and saw her bloodied lip. Emma declined to reply, a little unsettled that her companion had so accurately ascertained her physical state.

"It's an honour, to wear the collar." Red finally spoke, breaking the silence as they continued to walk together.

"How?" Emma frowned, confused. Didn't it jut mark her as the queen's property.

"How?" Red turned and offered her a smile. "She only bestows the magical collar on those she intends to have around for some time. The others are not worthy of the time or materials, those aren't cheap, you know," she winked at the blonde.

"How long did yours last?" Emma queried and the falter in her companion's step indicated she was on the mark.

"Not long," Red flashed her a wry smile. "But our circumstances are very different," she confirmed but didn't elaborate. Emma began to recognise some landmarks and realised they were close to the queen's chambers and was surprised when the brunette stopped in the hallway. "Here, these are my rooms." Red unlocked a door and Emma followed her inside. The room was a good size with large windows. It held what passed as a couch in these lands and two large arm chairs, a table with two chairs and a desk. There were bookshelves against the far wall and a chest of drawers. In front of the fire was a pile of fur rugs.

"Nice," Emma complimented as she looked around.

"I have a bedroom through there," Red gestured and Emma caught sight of a large bed through the open door. "And the Queen lets me use her bathing pool as often as I want."

"She treats you well," it was a statement from the blonde.

"She does, loyalty is well rewarded," Red replied as she walked through to her bedroom.

"But at what cost?" Emma asked. The question caused the wolf to pause.

"Nothing I wouldn't be doing without her," she replied, locking eyes with the blonde. Emma nodded, seeing some similarities to her own situation. "Here," Red called to her as she broke eye contact and entered her bedroom. "These will fit until you get some made. We're a very similar size, those fit well," she nodded to the pants Emma was wearing. "They're comfortable. I have a similar pair." The blonde confirmed and Red eyed her. "I think we're a lot alike. I think it's one reason she is so drawn to you."

"She is?" Emma frowned. She assumed the queen had many pets.

"She is," Red smiled. "If she wasn't she would have whipped you and fucked you either before, during or after the whipping, then sent you to the common cells to recover." A bright smile followed her words and the wolf went to her dresser to find Emma some shirts but left the blonde contemplating Red's words

"Here. And here." Emma raised her brows at the underwear placed on top of the pile. "Unless you prefer none?" Red asked curiously. "It just chafes a bit with the leather," she added with a shrug. "And riding is definitely more comfortable with," the brunette screwed up her nose at the thought. "But, I'm sure the Queen will select some she likes for you, she has good taste."

"I can imagine," Emma murmured. "So, you can come and go as you please?" The blonde sought more information.

"Within reason," Red shrugged. "I work for her, she is my Mistress but my time is my own if I'm not with her or on an errand."

"Does she require your fidelity?" Red smiled.

"She does, but to be honest I've never met another I would rather give myself to." Emma nodded, the queen was both a beautiful and powerful woman and it was obvious Red thought very highly of her.

"How long have you been here, at the palace?" Was the blonde's next question as they left Red's rooms and began their walk back.

"Five years give or take, since I was fifteen summers."

"Fifteen?" Emma cringed, that was young. Red raised her brows when she noted Emma's tone.

"I was not an innocent, Emma," she gravely informed her queen's current pet. "She won my loyalty with, well love is too strong a word, care I would say. And my respect, with pain. Just as she will win yours. Like I said, we're a lot alike." It was said with finality and Emma had no chance to question the brunette further as they had reached the queen's rooms. Red knocked but received no reply. She placed her hand against the apple tree insignia and it glowed red before the doors swung open.

"She has court," Red explained. "I usually attend with her but today you are my priority." Emma nodded. "Here, this is where you will sleep when she does not require your attendance." Emma was surprised to see a medium sized, comfortable looking bed. A set of drawers and a wardrobe in the corner. There was no window but that made sense to her, it would have been too tempting.

Emma noticed some strange, rather large scratch marks on one of the walls and the back of the door. Red saw her looking and shrugged.

"Sorry, that was me." Emma blinked, not understanding. "Werewolf," Red pointed to herself then grinned, her teeth seeming sharper than usual and Emma gasped as her eyes yellowed.

"You arrived on a full moon", Red explained as she saw incomprehension cross the blonde's face. "You do have werewolves in your world?" Emma shook her head.

"Only on TV."

"Teevee?" Red was confused and screwed up her nose.

"They were mythical," Emma clarified, thinking the brunette's confusion rather adorable."So, no. No werewolves," She confirmed.

"Oh, well, there aren't many of us. The whole rampant killer thing," she waved a dismissive hand. "But the Queen helps me control it and lets me stay in her cells. She doesn't care what happened in my past." The brunette faltered and fell quiet. "Sorry," she smiled at the blonde. "Put your things away, wash," she gestured to the blonde's face where she could smell the strong scent of her mistress's still coating the slave's skin, "and then we need to go and meet the Queen."

Emma did as she was asked and they left the queen's rooms. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? Red was nice and it was good to get some inside information. But seriously, a real-life werewolf? It did put some of both Red's and the queen's comments into context though.

"When in public you will behave as instructed. The Queen doesn't usually share her pets but on occasion she will. She tends to keep things private, what's hers is hers and unless she is rubbing someone's face in it she will usually require you to be clothed when others are around."

"And now? In court?"

"Now we will enter behind her throne and wait until she instructs us. People will question you but never, ever, despite what anyone tells you, take instructions from anyone but myself or the Queen. There are those that will want to cause you grief and bring the Queen's wrath down on you. Or harm her," Red growled the last words in an exhibit of her loyalty to her mistress. "Occasionally she may ask Braxas, her Captain, to instruct you but this will be rare and she will let you know if the command issues from herself. She trusts him but not as much as me. His loyalty may find it's price but mine never will."

Red's speech made Emma think, now she knew what Red was she could see why she was so loyal to the queen. And why the queen seemed to value her so highly, there seemed to be a mutual trust going on. She was distracted when they reached a small door. Red pressed her hand against the seal and it glowed before opening for her and they slipped inside, Red raising her finger to her lips as she did. Emma nodded and followed and they came to a small recess behind the throne. So this is how Red had appeared so suddenly earlier?

Regina felt her pet's arrive and come to stake their places behind her.

Red just stood there, straight backed as she let her eyes rove over the throne room. No-one had noticed them yet, she tended to make the queen's subjects nervous. She couldn't say why, she thought to herself, barely withholding a bark of laughter, instead clearing her throat which attracted a curious look from Emma. She liked the blonde. So much better than the queen's usual snivelling pets that broke in hours. She knew the blonde was going to be with them a while but she hoped that it would be longer.

As she had said, she recognised a lot of herself in the other woman and she knew what the queen could do for someone like her. Emma might fight it but the wolf saw her total submission as inevitable.

Regina was bored. She surveyed the pathetic crop of subjects who had come to petition her. Instead of concentrating on their issues her mind was now wandering to the blonde she knew was standing behind her. It was time to step this up a notch, the woman had recovered well. She was strong and the queen's salve may have had a little magic added, speeding up the healing process to a few days rather and a week or two. She also liked the way her slave looked in Red's clothes but she would have pants made for in a black, maybe? They made a truly beautiful pair and she was looking forward to beginning her training in earnest.

With a sigh she straightened and waved her hand, Red was immediately kneeling at her feet, the crowd before the Queen shifting as she did when they saw the wolf.

"Take my pet and prepare her, it's been a long day and I'm still feeling a little – tense," the queen murmured in her ear, so softly only Red's wolf hearing picked it up. Red smiled and nodded.

"Yes, My Queen," she confirmed before standing and slipping back behind the throne. The queen smirked as she noticed how quite the room had gone when they had seen her wolf.

"Enough! We will continue tomorrow. Braxas." She nodded to her Captain and he gestured for his men to clear the room.

Red grabbed Emma's hand and pulled her back out the door.

"She's had a bad day," she mumbled, almost to herself. "You're to be the stress relief." Red flashed the blonde a sympathetic look. "She'll probably leave your back alone for a few more days but anything else is fair game," she sighed. Emma felt her sex clench at the thought then shook her head. What was wrong with her? "It's Ok, I'm the same Red," confirmed. Emma was confused until Red pointed to the blonde's crotch. "Wolf senses," she explained and Emma's eyes widened. "I get it, I do. She can be both the most terrifying and arousing woman, at the same time. Don't worry. It will be worth it. You'll never feel the same again." The wolf confirmed, just as they reached the Queens rooms.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Emma murmured and Red flashed her a sympathetic smile.

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Next on The Collar

Emma woke to feel her collar almost burning her. She took a moment to realise she had been sleeping, curled up on the soft rug at the end of the queen's bed where she had crawled after the queen had finished with her.