Ok, quick point. When I mention cider here it will always be alcoholic as we do not designate 'hard' beverages to be the alcoholic kind. In England and the UK in general, if it's not alcoholic we simply call it apple juice, which while nice is nowhere near as good :P
The events here are not what some of you may be wanting to see but it needs to happen to progress the SQ relationship, which to address some concerns will eventually be on an equal standing between them.
Not safe for work!
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"Will you accompany me to my rooms?" The girl nodded.
"If you wish, Your Majesty," the girl bobbed her head in deference to her queen.
"I wish." Regina smiled at the girl who smiled shyly back.
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"Pet." She gestured for the blonde to precede them. "So we may admire the view, dear," Regina purred as she linked her arm with the girl, drawing a blush from her and an extra swing of her hips and tightening of her toned ass from Emma. She knew what pleased her queen and if her mistress wanted to put on a show she was happy to oblige.
"The tattoo. Did you give that to her?" The girl questioned shyly, half-way up to Regina's rooms. She had been silent so far, intimidated by the beautiful, powerful, dangerous queen.
"I did. Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful." The queen smiled, pleased that the girl appreciated art when she saw it.
"It is. It marks her as mine." The girl just nodded but looked thoughtful, Regina studied her closely as they walked, noting how golden eyes remained on her pet.
When they reached the queen's chambers Regina offered her guest a seat.
"Cider, pet," Emma nodded and obediently padded to the wine cabinet and retrieved a carafe full of the queen's favourite beverage and two glasses. "Try some, it comes from my orchards." Regina held a glass out to the girl who took a dutiful sip before smiling.
"It is delicious, My Queen," she awarded the queen a smile and it enhanced her natural beauty ten-fold. Archard was attractive as had been her mother, the girl had done well in the looks department.
Emma knelt and dropped her eyes, patiently awaiting her mistresses next whim.
"So, do you have any questions, dear?" Regina asked, raising a brow at the girl. "You may speak candidly and without fear of upsetting me," she added, noting the way she was biting her lip in hesitation.
"Does she do whatever you ask?"
"She does."
"Anything?"
"Pet?"
"Anything, Mistress," Emma murmured, looking up to meet the queen's eye.
"Give me your hand." Emma held out her hand as the queen slid her own under the slave's dress and unsheathed the dagger secreted there. The blonde's eyes widened as she guessed her mistresses intent but didn't wince as the queen used the dagger to slice her pet's palm open. "Good girl," Regina praised her before raising Emma's hand to her mouth and taking a long lick, cleaning off the blood that had bloomed, healing the cut as she went. The feel of her mistresses tongue on her skin made Emma moan and her sex clench, the lord's daughter watching, transfixed.
"She enjoys it?" The girl seemed shocked as she took in the slave's hooded eyes and flushed face.
"She does. A good mistress, or master, can teach a slave to enjoy pain. To crave it." The queen explained. "However, there are some individuals who enjoy pain even before they are broken." The girl nodded. "I believe that my slave was one of those, weren't you pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," Emma murmured, eyes down.
"Did you, was she -?" The girl frowned, not sure how to phrase her next question.
"Ah, no." Regina interrupted the stuttering once she got the gist of the question,. "No, my pet was already trained when I found her, but she serves me very well."
"You found her, how does one find a trained slave? Did you buy her?" Regina raised a brow.
"No, although it is possible to purchase slaves, from some of the southern traders." The queen knew both young women were listening intently. Emma especially was always curious about the land she was now living in. "But, I have particular tastes, and high standards," Regina confirmed. "So apart from my pet here, I train them myself. That way they haven't picked up any bad habits."
"Where did she come from?" The queen frowned, the girl was very curious but in this case she was happy to indulge her.
"Where did you come from, pet?" Her mistress asked her directly, Emma surprised by the question.
"I -," She looked directly at the girl. "I come from another world, the Queen brought me here," she replied honestly. Wide eyes were turned on the queen
"It's true. She was already trained which she tells me is uncommon in her world."
"Relatively, Mistress, yes." Emma agreed.
"Another world, like across the seas?"
"No, a world without magic," Emma confirmed with a a slight smile as the girl's eyes widened.
"She is a rare prize and a very fine specimen," Regina praised her pet and reached out to stroke her cheek with the back of her fingers and Emma leaned into the touch. "Would you like a demonstration?"
"Yes, please," Eva answered, obviously curious.
"Pet, prepare yourself for me," Emma nodded and stripped what little clothing she was wearing and placed it neatly at the side of the room. She then stood in the middle of the room, facing her mistress, hands behind her back, looking straight ahead.
"Come," Regina held her hand out to her guest who accepted it graciously.
"Thank you, My Queen." Regina held her hand and led her so they were standing in front the slave.
"She is magnificent, isn't she?"
"She is," the admiration was open and the girl's eyes roved all over the blonde's body, lingering on her breasts and sex.
"See, the muscle definition," Regina ran her finger from between her slave's breastbone down over her abs. Emma inhaled sharply but didn't move, seeing her mistress smirk at the reaction. "That is hard to find in a female slave. She is also very sensitive, her skin is so soft." Emma could see the girl's eyes darken as she looked at body, she was very proud of her body despite its current condition. "Would you like to touch it?" Regina purred as she came to stand behind the girl.
"I can?" Incredulous but excited golden eyes met the queen's.
"You can. Haven't you ever wanted to touch your handmaidens?" The queen questioned huskily.
"I have," the girl's voice was also deeper now and Emma saw the flush of arousal on her chest, where it was exposed by the lower cut of her dress. "But I never dared."
"Here," Regina reached down and covered the girl's hand with her own, bringing them up to rest on Emma's shoulder, the girl's underneath, touching Emma. "So soft," Eva nodded, her breathing had increased. "Now women liked to be touched here," Regina slid their hands down so the girl's palm was resting on Emma's breast, aureole contracting involuntarily and Emma gasped, biting her lip in order to suppress a moan.
"See how much she likes it?" Regina whispered in the girl's ear. "Show her pet, don't hold back." Emma let out a ragged breath and moaned again as Regina closed her hand, the smaller hand beneath also closing but on soft flesh. Emma whimpered, the touch was light, teasing and she knew was more sensitive than usual as it had been days since she had been touched this way.
"Massage it gently, there are times to be rough, when her passion is high or it is your wish, but for now a gentle touch will work." The girl took over of her own accord, locking eyes with the blonde as she did. "Can you feel her nipple harden?" A nod. "Have you ever touched your own breast?" A gasp and a nod. Regina pulled their hands back a little. "Touch her nipple, play with it, be as rough as you like. I promise you she likes it," the queen purred as she removed her own hand only to wrap her arms around the girl's waist, pressing against her back. "Do it," she purred seductively in her ear as she locked eyes with her slave over the girl's shoulder.
Emma groaned and felt a flood of wetness between her thighs as the girl took the instruction to the letter and began to tug and twist the slave's nipple.
"Both," Regina instructed and with only a seconds hesitation the girl obliged. Pinching and twisting both the blonde's nipples, the action had Emma moaning and biting her lip in order to stay still, focused. "Well done."
"May I kiss her, My Queen?" Golden eyes sought permission and met the narrowed eyes of the monarch. Emma was also waiting, curious to see what her mistress would do. So far in her time here she had only ever kissed her mistress and then Greta when she had deflowered the young wolf.
"You may," Regina consented after a pause, her eyes still on her pet's, seeing a spark of surprise there and making a note of it. Did she think she was above being shared?
Emma held still as Eva stepped closer, a gasp as her collar was tugged sharply, bringing her head down to meet soft lips. They were tentative at first and Emma merely stood there until a curious tongue swiped across her bottom lip causing the incredibly aroused slave to moan. Regina frowned at the sound but the frown soon turned to a smirk as the slave's dominant nature kicked in, the blonde pressing forward and deepening the kiss only for the girl to moan.
Emma could feel the queen's eyes on her as she kissed the girl whose lips were surprisingly talented for one so obviously inexperienced. Teeth nipped experimentally and the slave reacted to the slight pain, switching from passive to aggressive in an instant, a shift of her weight and her body was pressed up against the girl's. Emma growled as she dominated the kiss, only breaking it off when the girl was whimpering into her mouth.
There was a moment's silence as mistress and slave assessed one another, Emma the first to look away as she took a step back and returned to her previous stance, head bowed and hands clasped behind her.
"Enough now," Regina stepped back, pulling the heavily breathing girl with her.
"Come, let's sit." Regina led the girl back to her chair and handed her another full goblet of cider which was eagerly sipped, gulped even.
"I can assume you enjoyed that?"
"Very much," the girl confirmed in the most confident tone either woman had heard her use yet and it made Regina smile.
"You know your father is attending a show? One rather debauched in nature?" The queen queried, wondering how much the girl knew.
"I do, I was rather hoping to be allowed to watch but it seems you had other plans," Eva purred with an arched brow. Both Regina and Emma were shocked by the answer but then there followed a shy smile which caused the queen to throw her head back and laugh. The girl was unpredictable, she liked that.
"Well, how about we have our own private show?" Regina purred and the suggestion was met with another smile.
"I would like that," Eva replied, lips curving in a pleased smirk.
"Come, we shall make ourselves comfortable," Regina clicked her fingers and suddenly her long skirt and corset disappeared she she was left in only the form hugging sheath of her dress. Another click and the girl was similarly dressed. "Better?" She smiled, shy again and nodded. "Good, it's only us here, dear."
"Now, pet. Let us show our guest how much you enjoy being punished." The queen spoke and Emma's sex clenched and she watched as the her mistress reached up and rubbed the pendant around her neck, summoning Red.
There as a knock on the door and with a wave of her hand the queen opened them to admit her wolf.
"Mistress?" The wolf queried as she took in their guest and Emma's current position. She had seen similar scenes before and wondered what her queen had planned for the the evening, wondering how far she would take it with a nobleman's daughter present. Or maybe that was the point? An inhalation told her a lot, all three women present were already aroused, Emma and the girl particularly so. Red had noticed the fascination the girl seemed to have developed for her blonde friend and it looked like the queen was going to use that to her advantage tonight.
"Red, tonight we are going to be demonstrating how pleasure can be linked to pain," Regina informed her wolf who smiled and nodded.
"And who shall be participating, My Queen?" She questioned with a toothy smile.
"Call the girl," Regina confirmed, leaving Red's telepathic link to do the work. Sure enough within moments Greta was being bade to enter the queen's chambers. "Strip." The wolves nodded and quickly divested their dresses. Regina ran an appreciative eye over her wolves bodies, following with her eyes as Red removed her final piece of clothing.
"See?" Regina turned to her guest. "They have similar bodies," she indicated both Emma and Red's lithe forms, all leg and toned muscle. "But they are very pleasing to the eye. Unlike most women they come by this relatively naturally, otherwise it would require a lot of physical activity to look that way," she explained. "The girl is softer but just as strong," Regina let her fingertips trail over Greta's slightly rounder hips and ass, she was shorter and more compact than the others but also well muscled. The slaves didn't move a muscle, eyes straight ahead as they were paraded.
"Look, my pet is smooth on her cunt," Regina pointed out Emma's shaven sex, smirking when her crude speech elicited a gasp of shock from the girl. "She came to me that way and it is pleasing novelty so I require her to maintain it that way. However, my wolves stay more natural," she indicated the neatly trimmed hair between their thighs. "Pet," Emma stepped forward when she was beckoned.
"You can touch her," Regina gestured towards her slave's sex which she noticed her guest's eyes were now fixed on since she had brought it to her attention.
Emma stepped forward a little more so she was in the girl's personal space, looking down at the more petite female. A tentative hand reached out but stooped just shy of the slave's shaven skin, the blonde caught an almost imperceptible nod from her mistress and stepped forward again so the girl's hand was pressed firmly against her sex, eliciting a small moan from the girl.
"See how smooth it is? Stroke her," the queen commanded and Emma groaned as she felt fingers lightly touching her sensitive skin. That was why she shaved, because she preferred the feel, not for any aesthetic reasons and now the light, innocent touches of her mistresses guest were testing her control.
"Open your legs, pet," Regina commanded and her slave widened her stance to allow her mistress's hand to caress the inside of her thigh, slowly, teasingly, skating up towards her wetness but never making contact.
"Touch her," Regina closed her fingers almost roughly around the girls wrist and brought her fingers ever closer until Emma whimpered as she felt those fingers on her slick lips. Regina was once again behind the girl, this time her free arm was cupping the girls breast and her guest was either too distracted by the wetness under her hand to protest or just didn't care as experienced fingers caressed her.
"She is wet from when you touched her, played with her and now she wants more. Don't you pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," Emma whimpered, caught up in the queen's dark eyes.
"Feel it," Regina commanded. "That is what a woman feels like when she's ready for you, when she wants you, when she needs you." The last words accompanied by a firm squeeze of the girl's breast. "It's Ok, touch her however you want," she urged the nobleman's daughter who let out a whimper as her fingers roamed, tracing Emma's labia and brushing her entrance before moving again and knocking against the slave's engorged clit.
"Ah!" Emma couldn't help but the cry out at the touch, her hips bucking forward until she quickly regained control of her actions.
"Oh pet, you disappoint me," Regina growled at her slave's error, removing the girls' hand which was covered in Emma's fluid.
"Taste her," Regina ordered, as she brought the girl's hand up to her mouth.
"I -," Eva hesitated, not sure if she should.
"How can you love women if you do not love their taste? Trust me, dear. She tastes divine," The queen purred as she placed a kiss on the girls neck and simultaneously overrode her resistance until two wet digits were pushed past plump lips.
"See?" The girl nodded as she savoured the taste, the queen pushing her fingers in and out until they were clean.
"It's good," she confirmed with a smile. "Thank you." Regina was pleased by the show of manners and it seemed her guest was loosening up due to the cider and added relaxant she had added to the drink, it was not something she normally indulged in but she wanted to enjoy the girl and not have to battle her noble upbringing at every turn. But maybe it had been unnecessary?
"Let me see," Regina clasped the girl's chin gently between her thumb and forefinger and turned both their heads so their lips met in a kiss. The queen wasn't slow or gentle, she plundered the girls mouth, tongue seeking out her slave's taste. Emma watched, there was a small struggle until the girl surrendered to the queen and the sight caused another flood of wetness between Emma's legs as she listened to the whimpers and moans.
The queen brought their bodies together and fingers began to run through fiery tresses.
"My, what do we have here?" Regina pulled away but continued her exploration.
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Next on The Collar
"Sit." Regina pushed the girl back onto her chair, dark eyes and flushed face looked back at her, chest heaving. "Now, as you are my guest I will personally demonstrate how a well trained slave should take their punishment." The flustered girl nodded, a little surprised at the queen's change of topic but compliant to her wishes.