It's late here in the UK so please forgive any typo's but I wanted to get this to you as I intended it to be posted yesterday.
NOT safe for work, you have been warned.
Next chapter will be a few days, probably the weekend but sooner if I can.
Enjoy, Lil'D xx
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"So, what am I expected to do?" Emma questioned as they reached the queen's rooms, she was still buzzing from pleasing the queen
"Strip, leave your clothes in your room. Unless you are told to dress you will stay naked." Emma nodded. "When you are asked to prepare you will wash, the basin in your room will refill continuously with clean water. If you hold your hand over it, the water will warm."
"Then?" Emma was impressed.
"Then you go to her bedroom. Kneel on the black rug at the foot of the bed, facing the doorway." Red added before the blonde could ask. "There is a door, here." Red led them back to Emma's new room and pointed. "Press here and the passageway will take you straight to her room if she in entertaining in her main chambers." Red pressed a stone in the wall, on close inspection it was slightly more worn than the others, a door 'magically' appeared and Emma followed the brunette through to the queen's bedroom. There was no door as such, the wall just shimmered as they passed through.
"When she dismisses you from her bed you will return to kneel on the rug. Unless she specifically tell you to go to your room you stay there." Red pointed to the rug in question and Emma nodded.
"If, on the very slim chance, she passes out you must immediately leave the bed and return to the rug." Emma nodded, glad Red could be so specific. She knew it annoyed herself no end when lays hung around after the act. Her paying sub missives never, ever made it to her apartment but she was well known on the scene so sometimes she'd bring a nice piece of ass home and have fun working it.
"What if I -."
"If you pass out she will use her magic to move you wherever she wishes." Red anticipated her question and quickly supplied the answer.
"Hurry, she will be here soon," Emma felt her collar cool to the touch and she noticed Red's pendant glowed, presumably doing the same. She had no time to question as Red pushed her back through the wall towards her room, following behind. "She uses that as a warning. It usually means you have about five minutes until she arrives but sometimes it's less. If you feel that, then it's your signal to prepare yourself for her. If it goes warm you need to go to wherever she is. The collar will guide you." The brunette didn't explain further, she was tugging on Emma's shirt, helping the blonde remove it.
Red was tempted to stare but knew the queen would know if she did.
"Go!" When the blonde was naked she shoved Emma gently towards the doorway to the queen's bed chamber. Emma nodded and with one last look at the wolf she went to face her fate.
Regina took her time walking back to her chambers, Braxas by her side as they discussed the latest training regime for her troops but her mind wasn't really on the subject. No, it was on her blonde slave who she knew would be waiting for her once she reached her rooms. Or she would if she knew what was good for her, the queen's mouth quirked as she considered how she would punish her if she was not. But, those thoughts changed as she left Braxas at the door entered her rooms to find her pet waiting obediently, kneeling at the foot of her bed, hair cascading around her face, head bowed. Regina felt her sex clench at the sight, there was much greater satisfaction to be had when she knew the slave she was about to fuck was a strong one, that they submitted to her and no other.
Emma heard the doors open but kept her eyes trained on the patch of fur she was kneeling on, her ears listening for the soft footfalls as the queen moved around the outer chamber. When those steps grew closer Emma's heart rate picked up in anticipation of her arrival but the blonde did not know whether it was a positive or negative anticipation. Pleasure or pain?
Regina was thinking along the same lines as she came to view her slave, kneeling, waiting. The queen's eyes roamed over her pet's body, picking up the tension in the slave's posture. She stepped forward, the toes of her shoes millimetres away from where her slave knelt but still the blonde kept her eyes down. Emma felt the queen's fingers slip into her hair, the queen taking a moment to appreciate it's silkiness as she scratched her nails across her pet's scalp, eliciting a sharp inhalation as she did. The touch sent a bolt of heat to Emma's sex which was amplified when the same hand that had just caressed her so gently twisted viscously and jerked her head back so Emma was forced to look up at her mistress, the pain contrasting with the pleasure in an intoxicating combination.
"So, my pet," the queen's voice poured over the blonde like treacle, binding her to her whim and Emma was helpless as she looked up into stormy brown eyes. What did this woman do to her? "It's time to play," she purred and Emma felt herself get wet. There was a pause as they stared each other out, Emma finally forcing her eyes away even though her head was held motionless.
The blonde nearly lost her balance as the queen suddenly released her but kept herself upright, her ab's tensing to stop her fall. Regina was mildly impressed by the save and it gave her an idea.
"Up." Emma was ordered and she rose gracefully to her feet. "Hands behind your head," again she did as she was ordered, bringing her hands up and linking them behind her head, waiting. Regina circled her slave, once again admiring her body, she frowned, noticing how the blonde's ribs protruded a little more than they had when she first arrived. It was then she realised she had only fed the woman one meal and that wouldn't do, she would have to rectify that as she wanted a strong healthy slave, not one that was undernourished. But that could wait.
"You disobeyed me," Emma shivered at the disapproving tone of her mistress's voice. "I told you, tongue only," the queen scolded, noting the slight frown that appeared on the blonde's face. Emma had thought she had been forgiven that small transgression, obviously not.
Regina stood behind her slave and smiled as she heard a hitch of breath, whether nerves or anticipation she didn't know but it pleased her that even such an experienced slave, as this one was proving to be, could be so easily affected by her presence. The queen brushed golden hair off her slave's back, closely examining the healing wounds. Emma flinched as a feather light touch brushed her back, the queen's fingertips tracing over the lash marks, Emma's back was sensitive at the best of times but with skin raw and new the sensation was exaggerated and she felt it in her sex but knew better than to show how it affected her. Regina smiled, both at the blonde's reaction and at the accelerated speed of healing brought about by the use of her salve.
"Ah!" Emma hissed as sharp nails were dragged from the base of her neck all the way down to her spine, the pain stinging but leaving a burning trail of desire in it's wake. She took a deep breath both cursing and praising her mistress's ability to elicit such sensations so easily. "Mmmmph!" Emma had to clench her jaw to muffle the scream that erupted when the queen's sharp teeth came down to bite her where neck joins shoulder. A deep breath and she held it together although her heart was racing and her breathing heavy.
Regina smiled at her pet's reaction and licked her lips, savouring the slight saltiness in her mouth from the light sheen of sweat now coating her toy's skin. She tasted good.
"You taste good," Regina vocalised her praise.
"Thank you, Mistress. As do you," Emma added, having had no opportunity to compliment her before now. Regina just smiled, the blonde reminded her so much of Red, confident in her servitude but always deferential.
"But you will not go unpunished," Emma tensed as the queen pressed against her back and whispered in her ear.
"No, Mistress," her slave murmured as the queen slid her arms around and came to cup both breasts, fingers idly playing with her nipples. Emma fought her body to be still, every urge she had telling her to turn and grab the queen before throwing her down to the floor, taking her, claiming her.
But that would probably get her killed.
Regina sensed her pet's struggle and waited it out, curious of the outcome. Would she fight or submit? Either suited the queen and she knew the blonde was helpless against her magic. A deep breath and the blonde relaxed and Regina knew sense had won over instinct but that excited her, once again one so strong was so willingly submitting to her. Regina bit down again, this time her teeth lingering, teasing the soft flesh as she rolled and pulled her slave's nipples. Emma dropped her head forward so her chin rested on her chest as she felt her mistress worry her skin between her teeth, slowly moving up the column of her neck, biting as she went, a particularly hard nip felt like it pierced her skin but she couldn't be sure.
Regina could feel her own excitement growing but her slave still needed punishment before she could really claim her. Or could they be one and the same? The queen held out her hand and paddle appeared in it, Emma heard the queen chuckle huskily before she stepped back, taking the warmth of her body with her. This time there was no warning as the paddle landed with a heavy smack on her left buttock, then her right. The next thing she knew she was in a world of pain as blow after blow fell, giving her no time get into her zone, she was sweating and struggling with every blow not to lose her balance.
"I'll stop when you fall to your knees," Regina whispered in her ear but Emma knew it was a test and if she fell she'd likely be left unsatisfied for who knew how long and also attract a further punishment for being weak. Not wanting to miss the expressions on her pet's face the queen fisted the blonde's hair and turned her to face the large mirror to the left of the doorway and was very pleased by what she saw. This slave reacted so pleasingly to the pain, green eyes were almost eclipsed by dark pupils and there was a flush to her skin Regina found very attractive.
"Look at me," Emma shivered at the dark tone in the queen's voice but obeyed, she would never consider disobeying. Not right now with her skin burning from the paddle, muscles aching from resisting the blows so she looked up at met her mistress's eyes in the mirror, the queen looking over the blonde's shoulder as she continued the steady rhythm of the paddle. It was almost hypnotising, left, right, left, right, like a metronome blow after blow, second after second as Emma breathed in and out in effort to control the pain but she was still off balance and was finding it harder than usual.
Regina was fascinated by her pet's stoicism in the face of her punishment and as the paddle continued to fall she once again dragged her nails down the blonde's back, smiling when that drew a slight whimper and definite shiver.
Suddenly Emma fell, her knees buckling but she knew her muscles hadn't given way, something had knocked her down, she looked into the mirror and saw the queen smirking.
"You fell," she stated, the words simple, also a lie but she didn't challenge the queen. The mistress was always right.
"Yes, mistress," Emma murmured. "I fell, I'm sorry," she spoke through panting breaths as she tried to regain her equilibrium, to prepare for what was next. A perfect dark brow arched, a slight upturn of the corner of the queen's mouth the only sign of reaction, she was once again impressed by the professionalism of her slave. But, the fun had yet to begin.
Emma growled as she suddenly found herself cuffed and gagged, the strip of leather with the ball cutting across the side of her mouth where it sat securely fastened, hands behind her back.
Regina stood on the rug looking down at her pet, kneeling on the soft fur, smiling down at her bound slave, sighing contentedly as she did, enjoying the sight of her pet in bondage. She watched as the blonde tested her bonds, the leather cuffs didn't give and she growled through her gag, struggling some more until she noticed the queen's eyes on her. Emma stopped moving when she saw dark eyes appraising her and forced her body relax. Regina smiled, she liked a little fight in her slaves but this one knew when to give in.
The blonde was getting a little nervous, the longer the queen looked at her the more hypnotised by her mistress she became. Regina held her slave's eyes and began to undress so Emma could see her in the mirror, slowly peeling layer after layer of expensive silk from her body until she was standing in her silk shift, black of course and clinging to every curve. Emma whimpered, she had a strong appreciation for the female form and from what she could see of the queen's body her mistress was a supreme example. Full breasts stretched the silk, nipples erect but hidden away, then down to her waist which tapered in before the perfect swell of her hips.
Emma really, really wanted to see what was beneath the silk but it didn't look like the queen was going to reveal herself, yet. Even so she found herself getting even wetter as her mind ran though the different scenarios the queen may choose to play out. What she wasn't expecting was the queen to lift her still heeled foot and place it dead centre between her shoulder blades and push, a surprisingly forceful push that sent Emma sprawling onto her stomach, barely catching herself from completely face palming by her shoulder, jamming into the rug as it stopped her fall.
Emma didn't have time to collect herself before the queen's heel was pressing down on her skin, the sharp point pressing in between her vertebrae, the 6th joint, a twist and Emma's muffled cry rang out as she came from the pressure alone, a sharp stab of pleasure setting off her climax, sex clenching as she screamed through the gag. She lay there, panting and helpless, she had never experienced that before, never even known it was possible but it didn't numb how she felt, the after effects of her orgasm still racing through her as she lay beneath the queen, her mistress. In that moment she admired the queen, she had achieved what no other woman had ever done, made Emma feel, really feel. For the first time in her life.
Regina sensed a change in her slave, they way she relaxed, really relaxed after her pleasure had dissipated, hooded green eyes looking up to meet hers in the mirror. Her pet exuded sexuality in that moment, she was wanton but still her own self, she may have surrendered but she wasn't yet owned. Regina smiled, she was about to change that.
Emma whimpered as the queen knelt down behind he, soft hands caressing her flaming buttocks, the touch a contrast to the harsh punishment.
"Shhh," Regina urged as she explored her slaves reddened skin. "I'll take care of you." Emma whimpered as she her skin was soothed by the queen's cool hands. She didn't know why she was responding the way she was, she was stronger than this.
The queen pressed up against the blonde so the silk of her shift was caressing her slaves ass and she once again ran her fingers over the lash marks, gently this time. She knew exactly how to win a slaves loyalty, and respect. Emma moaned as she felt something slip between her legs, the queen seemed to be wearing a strap on, or was it some kind of magic? She really couldn't focus past her need, groaning as the head of the queens dildo teased her entrance, she shifted, trying to push back but she found herself pretty helpless, she had no traction.
Regina smiled, she was really enjoying this. She grabbed the chain that linked her slave's cuffs together and used it to pull her pet towards her, the phallus coming to rest at her entrance. Emma felt the pressure and also the size of the the head about to penetrate her but she didn't struggle, she knew it would be fruitless and upset her mistress. Instead, she relaxed and submitted to the inevitable.
Regina smiled at the submission and slowly but steadily forced her way inside her pet who whimpered but put up no real struggle as she was filled, the shaft thick and long as it stretched her open. It was big, there was no denying that but she was wet and it she could take it but not without a little pain but Emma forced herself to relax. Then the queen began to move, at first long slow strokes, from head to hilt as she slid it slowly in and out, gradually building the pace.
Emma tossed her head as the pleasure began to course though her body, the thick shaft stimulating her walls and sending tremors of pleasure through her. She groaned as the queen shifted her angle and began sliding against her g-spot as she used her hold on the cuffs to add extra force to her motions, each thrust causing her slave to buck beneath her, a constant stream of soft moans pleasing the queen and driving her on.
Regina began to pick up the pace until she was slamming into her slave with a brute, violent force, her movements hastening her own climax, her pet's whimpers constant as she was fucked but her eyes never left the queen's.
"I own you," Regina panted as she felt her own orgasm approach, fucking her new toy had been an exciting and rewarding experience and she twisted her hips to ensure they both received maximum stimulation. "You're mine and I will do with you what I please," she growled as she pounded into the helpless blonde. "Now come for me, pet!" One final thrust of her hips and her slave collapsed beneath her, moaning and twitching as she was overcome by pleasure, the pleasure her queen, her mistress had allowed her. Emma's sex clenched and she was totally overwhelmed by her release, it was not just physical but also mental as her brain was overwhelmed by endorphins in a high she had never experienced before.
Regina smiled as she looked down at her pet, limp on the rug, unconscious. She was looking forward to having a lot more fun with her in the year to come.
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Next on The Collar
"What is the meaning of this?" She yelled, the chandelier above her head rattling with the force of her words. "Unhand him, now!" She snarled at the blonde who reluctantly let her captive go. Braxas whirled and pressed the blade of his sword against the slave's throat, Emma forced herself not to fight back and waited for her mistress to act.