Hi, sorry for such a long day. With the run up to Christmas and a job I now have to work at my writing time has been greatly reduced. As in, I used to do all my non smut writing at work and can't anymore!

For those of you questioning whether I'd abandoned the story, nope, not my thing as I've got a lot more to share with you and some really cool things (in my humble opinion) that are going to happen.

Thanks for all the reviews and PM's, sorry I haven't been replying but I hope you enjoy this and the next chapter is already under way :) I'm also working on Crimson Bonds but no ETA for that yet.

Lil'D x

Previously on The Collar

Regina smiled. Once her slave had thrown off any pretence of gentleness, after the bite from the young wolf had enraged her dominant self, the blonde began fucking the girl to the edge of her sanity, her virginity lost in cries and moans of passion lasting long and loud as she kept pushing her over the edge again and again and again. The air was saturated with the thick scent of sex and all the occupants in the room were affected. Including Red who hated herself for it but she had to admit Emma was both skilled and extremely beautiful as she painted a picture of pure decadent debauchery for her audience.

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"I hate you," Red hissed as they met in the hallway.

"I know, I'm sorry." Emma apologised to her friend.

"No, you're not," was the cold response, "you enjoyed it. Don't lie to me."

The blonde's head snapped up as she was called out. "You enjoyed the chance to dominate her, to punish her." Red 's lip curled into a snarl as she spoke. "I'm not stupid, Emma. Nor am I naive. The Queen knows you better than you think, she knows what buttons to push to control you. You are a toy for her amusement, nothing more. Never forget that or you will lose yourself and be broken. Just like me," the bitter sting of the words ringing true with both women. Both acknowledging the hold the powerful, intoxicating, deadly woman had on them. They were already lost.

At the realisation Emma sighed and dropped her head, offering only a nod of acceptance but no eye contact as she continued on her way down the hall. Red watched her go, the anger still burning deep within but knowing it was misplaced. Both she and Emma knew that is was their mistress in control, they were merely pieces in her power-play.

Emma hurried away from the wolf, Red's words ringing truer than she would like but it did not change the position she was in. In theory the Queen's use of magic to coerce her into obeying should have alienated her and put her in a better position for Emma to win their bet. But it hadn't, it hadn't at all. No, instead it had allowed the queen to slither even further into the cracks she had exposed in the blonde's psyche, the treatment of the girl playing to her understanding of Emma's darker side perfectly. As perfect as it had been to -.

Emma halted as her collar warmed to the touch, the heat seeping into her skin as she turned on her heel and walked back the way she had come.

Regina had spent all day locked in her study, alone, the previous evenings 'entertainment' replaying in her thoughts.

"Enough!" The sound of her own voice startling her in the oppressive silence, so much so that a fist pounded on the desk, a physical sign of the frustration that was coursing her and disrupting her magic as it ran a discordant course through her veins.

Where was she? How long did it take to walk through the cursed halls? Regina stood from her desk but not before sweeping the papers she had been reviewing to one side, her mind was decidedly elsewhere. She did not recall casting a time slowing spell on the castle so where was -.

Emma had negotiated the hallways as quickly as possible, through the busy administration area and towards the queen's public study where a sharp knock announced her presence.

"Enter!" Regina snapped, at long last the slave had made an appearance! As soon as Emma had stepped though the door the queen's mood changed. Emma got no warning before a maelstrom of magic surrounded her and she crashed against the stone wall to the queens' left.

"Shit!' Emma managed to say as her face met cold stone, dazing her, all that was clear was the ringing of the queen's laughter as the blonde was held there, an invisible force bearing down on her and making it difficult to breathe. She tried to struggle, to free herself from the cloying air surrounding her but it was futile, she couldn't move, not of her own accord. However, she managed to catch a look at her mistresses face and was not reassured by the scowl she saw there.

"My, my, pet." Regina chuckled as she saw an expression of true unease on the blonde's face and it pleased her, aroused her. She liked fear, and the power it gave her. "You didn't think I would let you get away with such a show of disobedience, did you?" Emma couldn't answer, she was barely managing to breathe, speech was beyond her at this point, her body so constricted it was taking all her willpower and training not to pass out.

"I think you did. I think that you thought that the fact you eventually bedded the cub would pacify me and cause me to overlook your defiance. Didn't you?" The last words were hissed in the blonde's face, the silk covering the queen betraying her body heat as she pressed her weight against the slave, stern fingers reaching up to force green eyes to brown.

"Tell me the truth," Emma was disconcerted by the cold look in her mistresses eyes, it was not the usual look of aloof disdain they held for the slave or the sometime active curiosity. No, this was the look Emma had seen her give the soldiers before she had punished them. Cruel and calculating and she knew her life truly lay in the queen's hands. This was real and this was not going to end with a simple slap on the wrist of a punishment from a weak master or mistress but in a true lesson of submission and supplication for forgiveness. Her sexual prowess would not save her here.

"Tell me!" The words reverberated off the stone and Emma felt the pressure lessen as air began to fill the void in her lungs.

"Yes," it was a true utterance for nothing else would suffice. As Regina heard the word she disappeared in a puff of purple smoke only to reappear near her desk. A step back and she was leaning against the wood, nonchalant and relaxed, as she did her magic released it's grip on the blonde and Emma fell to the floor, impacting with a heavy crunch.

A few deep breaths and Emma regained some composure, pushing herself off hands and knees to raise somewhat unsteadily to her feet, weight resting on a hand placed on the wall for balance. She was shaken and she was verging on being scared, this was very real but she held her head high as she straightened up and looked her mistress in the eye.

"I disobeyed you and I deserve to be punished," the slave confessed as she stood her ground, only now able to focus on the likely punishment. It was the only moment she was allowed before she found herself naked and raised a good three feet off the ground and pressed against a wooden frame that she had not noticed being there before.

"Now," Regina purred as she gestured idly with her left hand and soft strips of leather began to wind around the slave. First, binding her left leg from the ankle up until it reached her upper thigh then stopped, the same then happened on Emma's right leg, the blonde suspiciously watching the leather move of its own accord but she knew better than to struggle as her lower half was strapped, legs open in a V, to the wooden frame

Next, and with an casual wave of the queen's hand, the leather wound its way around the slave's hips and waist, snaking its way up to just below the blonde's breasts, securing her torso to the backboard of the frame. Another wave, and the serpentine leather began an insidious path further up Emma's body.

"Arms down, dear," Regina commanded and her pet obliged, green eyes staring back at her but the expression in them undecipherable. Emma didn't flinch as her arms were bound simultaneously, the leather covering them like the rest of her body, securing them by her sides. She felt like a mummy, so wrapped up was she but the leather was actually soft and warm against her skin. "Close your eyes," Emma frowned but did as she was told. It wasn't until she felt the leather wrap around her shoulders and gently constrict around her neck that she began to panic. Her eyes flew open and she frowned at the queen. Regina noted the look but ignored it, instead magicking a gag for her pet, preventing any speech that may have followed.

Emma bit down on the gag, frustrated but not surprised, now incredibly wary of what her mistress may have planned for her. Whipping didn't seem to be an option, bound as she was, but although her bonds were currently comfortable Emma had no doubt that they could be used to constrict her body to the point of excruciating pain if her mistress wished. She didn't relish the thought but knew it was well within the cruel capability of the queen.

The slave's concerns seemed to be justified when the leather continued to wrap around her head and face, covering her eyes but she was able to close them before the action was no longer possible, she was plunged into darkness as her mummification was completed. A small consolation to the blonde was that her nose and mouth remained uncovered although the gag did restrict the ability to breath through her mouth. She also noted that both her sex and breasts were still free, nipples hard in the cool air, breasts pushed forward and sex exposed due to the position of her spread legs.

Regina looked up at her masterpiece and smiled, a gesture and the wooden frame tilted away from the wall and came to rest at an angle, a perfect 25 degree angle Regina mused to herself, the leather now taking the slaves entire weight as she was suspended there. Emma gasped as she felt herself fall forward but when she came to a stop she realised she was safe and the final position was not uncomfortable, each strip of leather wide enough to distribute her weight evenly with no pressure points and her body weight was not tipped far enough forward to put enough pressure on her chest to hamper her breathing.

"Now," Regina inhaled deeply as she approached her pet and the slave inhaled sharply at the sound of her voice. "Now you have nowhere to go, no way of defying me, slave!" The last word was accompanied by an open-handed slap between the blonde's legs which raised a shocked whimper. Emma had not anticipated the blow but it immediately inflamed her sex, she held still, now on full alert but having no way of predicting the queen's next move.

Regina smiled at the obvious effect she was having on her pet, a causal finger explored the blonde's folds and came away dripping, only to be used to paint the slave's gag, the musky liquid slowly working its way into Emma's mouth.

"I'm afraid that won't do you any good, pet," the queen murmured as she reached up to twist an exposed nipple. Emma tried to move away from the arousing touch but of course had nowhere to go, she was captive and exposed to the whims of her mistress. She began to breathe heavily as the queen began to play with her other nipple, already hard and sensitive to every touch. It was useless, she was unable to prevent her body reacting and making her arousal obvious, it was practically dripping down her thigh.

"Oh, you'd like it if this was all I was going to do to you, wouldn't you, my pet? Hmm?" Regina hummed, her crooked finger now barely touching her slave's erect clit, it was hard and slick as she brushed over it, eliciting a loud moan from the suspended woman. "Try this, pet," Emma held her breath as she was touched again, this time her left nipple, it was encased in a wetness that soon began to warm as the queen took her time in coating it with a clear viscous ointment she had scooped out of a glass jar she now held in her hand.

Emma moaned as her mistress repeated the action on her right nipple, the warmth conjured by the ointment felt sooo good and she moaned again in pleasure.

"Oh my pet, it feels good. Doesn't it?" Emma tried to voice her agreement but only a muffled sound passed through her gag. The blonde continued to receive the queen's attention, her arousal rising every second. It didn't help that the next part of her anatomy to receive her mistresses care was her sex, nimble fingers coating it liberally, special attention was paid to ensuring every part of wet flesh was covered. Emma practically came when she felt the queen circle her opening with her fingertips, once, twice and a third time before pushing three fingers deep inside her.

Emma wished she had enough movement to push down on the intruders, she wanted them deeper inside, to take that delicious heat into the very core of her being. But, she was left bereft when her mistress withdrew, only slightly mollified as fingers dragged across her now swollen sex. A deep chuckle from the queen as she lifted her fingers to coat her pet's lips, rimming the plump flesh, allowing just a little to seep into the slave's mouth.

Honey, Emma tasted honey as the sweet substance hit her tongue.

"Good girl," Regina crooned as she stepped back to admire her handy work. The blonde was a perfect picture of debauchery, exposed flesh flushed and glistening wet. "You look, perfect." Emma heard the pleased smile in her voice and imagined the smug expression that would accompany it, she imagined the queen would be almost purring with satisfaction at her 'artwork'.

"Now," a throaty chuckle that ripped right to Emma's core and added tot he already heavy throb in her sex. "Now, you just wait there, pet," was all that was said before Emma heard the main door to the room open then close behind her mistress, leaving the room in silence except from the low snap and crackle of the fire.

So, she was at the queen's mercy. Emma decided that she had been in worse positions and feeling a lot worse than she did right now. Yes, she was aroused but if she admitted it the queen had done a good job with her bindings, she felt safe, suspended as she was, almost weightless, the feeling enhanced by the darkness.

Emma had no idea how long she would be left this way, she had nothing to mark the passing of time and knew that the mind quickly lost track of time in such situations. Minutes could pass but feel like many more times their actual length, distorting time and playing havoc with a persons mind. So, Emma took a moment to centre herself, to catalogue her bound body, the leather a little tighter around her throat and breasts than anywhere else, she knew this would not have been accidental on the queen's part. The way there was a slight give in the soft strips when she flexed her muscles but nothing that would allow her to fall or enable her to free herself, should she want to.

As she ran through these things in her isolation she began to notice something else, the substance the queen had painted on her body was getting, hotter? Fuck that felt good! She didn't bother holding back a long, low moan. She suspected that she was alone but who knew if the queen was still present, was monitoring her remotely, possibly via her collar or had left her truly by herself. She would just go with whatever mind games her mistress wanted to play and if getting her incredibly aroused was the game then it was working. The warmth spread into her body seeping into her skin and along her nerves until her body was one aching erogenous zone, aching with need for her mistresses attentions.

Emma estimated about an hour had passed and she had been issuing an almost constant stream of sounds, all linked to the pleasure she was experiencing. As time progressed that little bit further things began to change. The warmth evolved into a heat, the arousal intensified as did the burn until it became painful and all the slave wished to do was to have a hand free to wipe whatever stuff this was off her skin, even her lips and tongue burned from where she had tasted it. She wanted to rub her legs together, anything, to relieve the sensations that were consuming her.

Hours passed and she began to sweat and shake somewhere along the way, the leather holding her immobile, the gag preventing her crying out for help had she thought that would make any difference. No, she was the queen's toy and her mistress was proving a point, her body nothing but a plaything for her amusement, a slave, she was nothing but a slave.

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Next on The Collar

"Oh, my dear," Regina smiled widely when she saw the state the slave was in. It was nothing short of poetic but the picture was not yet complete.

Emma screamed through the gag as her mistress took a moment to caress her exposed flesh, the light touch fuelling the fire of desperate desire for her mistress that was already consuming her body. She imagined this is what Hell must feel like, had she been a believer, a lustful fire consuming her but leaving her feeling everything in sharp relief. This was a true definition of torture.