Thank you for all the love for the last chapter :) My girlfriend promises to keep me focused and thanks you for your thanks.
Here we have ropes and swan queen goodness. Not safe for work!
I'm really excited to be finally getting these chapters to you. The next few will show a big progression towards end game swan queen although the story still has a long way to go so don't expect massive, unrealistic leaps. Baby steps people.
Read and toss me a review if it takes your fancy. As always hit me up with any q's you may have. Please see the reference at the very end of the chapter after the prequel for chapter 68 for more info on what I am trying to describe here. Sorry for any errors, it's late here.
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Entertain us!" Regina commanded and watched her pet tilt her head in question, always needing to know the finer detail of such requests. "A show, dear. What do you require, pet?" Emma didn't answer immediately, eyes scanning the room for inspiration.
"Lots of rope, Mistress," the slave requested and Regina raised her brow, curious but not questioning her pets choice. Instead, transporting several coils of various types of rope for her pet to select from.
"Ah, yes," the queen murmured her approval as Emma chose a relatively thin red rope, soft but strong, hefting the coil in her hand before looking to her mistress for permission to proceed. "I will supply more if required," Regina waved her hand in dismissal and Emma rose to her feet, still graceful despite her abused muscles offering up a protest. The alcohol had helped with that though so it shouldn't be an issue.
"Mistress?" Emma turned on her heel when she reached the centre of the room.
"Yes, pet?" Regina answered, head cocked in curiosity but suspecting she already knew the slave's request.
"I will require a -, volunteer," Emma purred.
"Of course you will," a nod, acknowledging the request. Regina also smiled to herself as she noted the small changes indicating that her pet had already shifted into her dominant persona. Cool green eyes were surveying her audience and the blonde exuded power and confidence, even more so than when she had been competing earlier in the evening. "Select whoever you wish," Regina waving her hand to encompass all the women in the room.
Gabrielle sat forward, she had also noted the slave's change of demeanour and it intrigued her, just like everything else about her friend's latest toy.
"Thank you, Mistress," Emma offered a half bow, one that Red knew would have been flirtatious had the queen and her pet been without such an audience. But, now Emma offered the queen only the respect due her position, little of the underlying connection between them showing through. It was there though, the wolf mused, watching the queen's eyes linger as they did on no other. The amazon queen was also very curious about Emma. Red knew the blonde queen's history, what bonded her to the dark queen so the interest did not surprise the wolf but Red did wonder what would become of it. How much would be revealed before the amazons returned home?
Emma considered her options. There was Greta, already collared and obedient? No, Emma dismissed that choice, she had not had time to do enough work with the girl on control and then there was the issue of her wolf -. Red? The slave smirked to herself, that would be fun but something was different about her friend, something troubled her and until Emma knew what that was she would not push her friend. Searching eyes roved over her audience before lighting on Red's new pet. A cock of her head as Emma considered the unknown girl, reviewing what she knew of her and cataloguing Belle's reactions to her appraisal.
Yes.
"Mistress Red, may I borrow your slave?" Emma queried politely and remaining formal in this public setting. Red straightened where she sat, resting against a pile of large cushions, her slave kneeling behind her.
"Of course," Red inclined her head, granting permission. "Go. Do as instructed," the wolf ordered and Belle jumped to her feet, eyeing the queen's slave nervously but didn't hesitate to obey her mistress.
The noise in the room was at a low hum, conversation taking place but everyone present had their eyes glued to the pair in the centre of the room, watching intently as the queen's slave stepped up behind the young amazon.
"I'm not going to hurt you but you must relax and do as I say," Emma murmured into Belle's ear. The girl nodded before catching herself.
"Yes, ma'am," Belle replied, unsure of how to address the other slave but knowing the title of 'mistress' was not appropriate.
"Good girl," Emma praised as she unwound a piece of red cloth that was wrapped around the girl's surprisingly muscular bicep. Emma had noted many of the amazons present wearing such bands of varying colours and assumed it must be some form of ranking system. "Hold still, I'm not going to hurt you but this will help," Emma reassured the girl, keeping her tone low but firm, her initial assessment of the girl proving correct, she was naturally inclined to want to please and that should make this very easy.
Belle tensed as the queen's slave used her amazon colours to cover her eyes, wrapping the cloth twice round the girl's head before tying it off at the back, leaving the amazon in darkness.
"Stand still," Emma ordered and received the briefest of nods, indicating that Belle had heard and understood. Regina watched intently as her pet began to bind the girl, first series of loops and knots around the girl's torso, intricate but highly decorative knots securing each bond before the length was fed rapidly through the slave's hands to begin the next, leaving a lattice of rope behind her. After Emma had done what she needed to Belle's body she began a new length of rope and bound the girl's thighs securely together but on one leg continued down to the ankle before leaving the remaining length of rope on the floor behind the slave.
The room was almost silent as the blonde worked, all watching fascinated by her skill as the ropes fell to her will, nimble fingers securing knot after knot. Although the display was not overtly sexual it was none the less erotic. Belle was clad in the common amazon dress of short leather skirt, sides split, suitable for combat and riding, a sleeveless halter style top that left a sliver of the girl's toned abdomen exposed. All in all a lot of flesh was on display and eyes tracked the hands of the queen's slave with envy as the beautiful woman worked, fingers trailing their path to where they would make the next bond, Emma practised in ways of keeping her slaves calm and compliant. Every time she felt the girl tense she murmured praise and reassurance to settle her, Belle taking a deep breath every now and then due to the unknown but the slave's voice compelled her to obey.
In fact, it felt good, safe, the way the rope circled her body, tight but not constricting, strangely comforting and she trusted the queen's slave. Just something about the way the blonde handled herself told Belle that she would take care of her and the words backed it up. Every time Belle felt a little panic rise soft words were spoken in her ear and a firm but gentle touch helped the girl relax. Even when rope was wrapped around her head, over the blindfold she didn't panic, trusting the queen's slave.
Regina was fascinated by the show but could not work out the end goal of the design, for that is what it would surely be. The queen had once seen a similar display when she had had cause to visit one of the southern kingdoms but what Emma was doing was chaste by comparison. There the girl had been naked and displayed for the sexual gratification of the audience, here Emma was definitely arousing those watching but very subtly. The blonde's touches designed to incite envy in those watching, wishing it was them being touched by her pet, having those strong hands run over their heated, sweat dampened skin as Emma touched the girl. Each line and link of rope highlighting the girl's assets, tight binding around her arms showcasing the muscles there, a wrap across her chest, pushing breasts just a little higher and allowing more of the girl's finely muscled abdomen to be seen. In fact Regina was now seeing the girl in a new light thanks to her pet, she was indeed a suitable toy for her wolf, a prime physical specimen. Or would be when the girl had been fully trained.
"Where did you find her?" The amazon queen murmured as she watched, fascinated by the blonde's skill and showmanship.
"I had the utter fortune that she was already trained when she came to me, we have an arrangement and she is fulfilling it beyond my widest expectations. Every day she impresses me more." The words were quiet and if they carried a deeper meaning Regina was not admitting anything to herself. She valued the young woman, highly. That was all she thought, her darkened eyes tracking the steady progress of her slave working.
"Is she from the south?" Gabrielle questioned, knowing that such skills were taught there. "Another realm?" Regina shook her head.
"No, she is from another world entirely," Regina replied somewhat smugly, the sharp intake of breath from her companion indicating shock at the revelation."A world without magic."
"Such a place exists?" The dark queen smiled and turned to face her companion.
"Indeed, there are many worlds besides this," Regina informed the amazon.
"Why her?" The question was valid, of course.
"Later," Regina purred and turned her attention back to her pet's display.
There was an undeniable tension in the room, words were no more than whispers and breaths were heavy as all present had their eyes fixed on the pair in the centre of the room. Emma revelled in the attention, she was exceptionally good at what she did, a natural, especially considering her age, she was young but incredibly experienced. She kept in almost constant physical contact with the volunteer, murmuring encouragement and reassurance at every twist and tightening of the rope.
Emma paused, eyes roving as she double checked her work, satisfied she gathered the ends of the ropes used and held them in one hand.
"Listen to me," Emma reached up and cupped the back of Belle's neck as she spoke directly into the girl's ear. "Don't panic, you're safe. I won't let you get hurt but you need to trust me. Can you do that? Can you do that for your mistress?" Belle whimpered as she felt the warm breath on her ear, slightly overcome by the close proximity of the beautiful slave. A nod reassured Emma that the girl could be trusted to obey.
Th entire room watched as the queen's slave knotted the several lengths of rope she held into on large knot at the end. Looking up Emma judged the distance and swung the knot over one of the beams spanning the ceiling of the room, its occupants watching with baited breath now the blonde's intentions were clear. The beam was cleared and Emma caught the knot as it fell, the ropes still loose where they connected to Belle, but not for long.
"Don't struggle, this won't hurt. Red is watching and you need to perform well so you don't shame your mistress," Emma once again talked to the girl, reminding her why she was doing this, grounding her. Once Emma was satisfied that Belle would co-operate the slave began to pull on the ropes she held, slowly hoisting the girl into the air. Regina watched, fascinated by the technicality of the arrangement as well as the undeniable aesthetics. The girl's weight was evenly spread over her torso as she was lifted perpendicular to the floor until Emma deemed her to be the right height, approximately six foot from the ground. Holding the girl's entire weight on the end of the ropes caused the blonde's muscles to burn but she wasn't done, an adjustment or two and Belle's legs were lifted, the ropes pulling them up and back, so that the girl was at a slight angle to the ground.
Emma was then able to tie off the ropes supporting Belle's weight, fastening them to a ring she had spotted embedded into the stone floor. Probably not its intended use, the blonde mused, but it was strong and would be perfect. That left four ropes still in her hand one attached to each of the girl's wrists, one to her ankle and the one that led from the rope encircling Belle's eyes. First Emma posed the girl's arms, a little out to the sides and up, then the leg followed to be bent and raised, foot now level with the other knee. Finally Emma pulled Belle's head back, stretching the girl's neck to its full length and slightly back to showcase her pale throat.
Done.
When the performance was complete Emma left her captive bound and still suspended and came to kneel before the her mistress, chest rising and falling.
Regina rose gracefully to her feet, circling the suspended girl, taking her time to fully appreciate the skill and artistry, fingers trailing over the young slave's flesh. Belle didn't flinch at the touch, instead it ignited sparks on her overheated skin, the whole experience affecting her in unexpected ways.
"Magnificent!" The queen praised her pet before turning and walking away to stand in front of Belle, her bonds holding her body in the shape of a bird taking flight, a swan perhaps.
Emma was not the only one one to look on in awe as the queen's magic crackled through the unused rope lying by the blonde's feet. A casual wave of her hand as Regina fashioned knotted wings rising from the girl's arms and a duplicate of her pet's tattoo forming a dramatic backdrop, a stylised tree, the queen's own insignia but its branches rising to form a swan taking flight.
"That was -, arousing," Regina purred as she scanned the room which was still relatively silent although there was activity in the darker corners, several of the women pairing up and bodies could be seen moving, it didn't take much imagination to know what they were up to. Amazons! Regina mused, it didn't take much to turn a party into an orgy.
"Mistress?" Emma questioned, awaiting instruction as she knelt.
"Come, my swan," a simple touch on Emma's shoulder and the slave rose to meet her mistress. A moan as Regina plundered her pet's mouth leaving the slave short of breath. When the kiss broke they were in the queen's bed chamber.
"You pleased me tonight, pet," Regina smiled as she stepped back from the slave. "I am very impressed with your skills with the rope. It is a complex art and I know it takes many hours of practice to become that proficient."
"It does, but I enjoy it," Emma replied, "it is a beautiful art and extremely versatile," the slave purred.
"Indeed. Undress me," Regina ordered, enjoying her pet's flirtations, Emma stepping forward to remove the queen's corset and dress, the slave now familiar with the design of her mistresses creations, enough to remove them swiftly when required.
"Mistress?" Emma waited to see if she should also remove the silk underwear.
"Yes," Regina stood still as her pet worked until she stood naked in the low light. "Undress, completely."
"Yes, Mistress," Emma was keen to get naked as it was likely to lead to the queen touching her in some way. Regina watched as her pet slid her hands up to the back of that long neck, deftly undoing the clasp that held the covering to her breasts, slowly revealing them to the queen. A raised brow was the only indication Emma received of her mistresses approval but the darkened eyes gave a clue as to just how much the queen was enjoying the show.
"No, leave them," Regina changed her mind as her pet slid her thumbs down to hook in the waistband of her briefs. Emma gasped as the queen surged forward and ripped the offending silk from her body in one vicious move. The action left Emma gasping, as did all the queen's displays of power, her mistress being the only woman the slave had met who had that effect on her. Usually such dominant women were either a turn off or a challenge, but not this one.
Emma's thoughts were cut off by a bruising kiss.
"Who do you belong to?" Regina hissed as she pressed her lips against those of her slave. The way every eye in the room had been on her pet, had wanted her in some way, had ignited the queen's possessive side.
"You, Mistress," Emma moaned as she was kissed, the queen's body pressing her back but she held her ground, delighting in the feel of soft skin against hers. "Only and ever you." At those words Regina pulled back, eyes swirling purple as her magic sparked inside her. She knew her pet was speaking the truth and the slave had admitted as much before but for some reason Regina needed to hear her say it again. However, the slave's admission was different this time, the queen unsure if her pet had realised what she had said? But that was for consideration another time.
Emma was taken by surprise when the queen's palm connected with the slave's breastbone, the force sending her stumbling backwards to fall onto the bed. Before she could get her bearings Emma found herself under the queen, warm body pinning her down against the furs.
"Keep your hands to yourself, understood?" Emma nodded, staring up at her mistress as she hovered above her, weight held on outstretched arms placed either side of the blonde's head.
"Yes, Mistress," Emma murmured, captivated by the swirls of magic in the queen's eyes, knowing that it would be an almost impossible temptation, not to touch the beautiful woman above her but she didn't doubt that the punishment would be severe and end this. So, with fists clenched by her side, Emma submitted to her mistress as firm fingers gripped her chin, turning the slave's head to one side.
"Oh!" A exclamation of pleasured pain broke free from her pet as Regina sank her teeth into Emma's neck, the flesh giving and a tang of blood blooming on the queen's tongue. Regina smiled at her pet's response, the slave arching up against her, breaths coming fast and hard, moaning when the queen teased at the wound Emma had sustained during her last fight, the still open slice on the slave's shoulder, the queen's tongue probing and swirling over the gash. After taking her time tasting the slave's skin Regina moved lower, biting down on the hardened peak of her pet's nipple. Emma hissed at the sharp pain but it shot right to her sex and she bucked her hips.
"Patience, pet," Regina warned. Enjoying her slave's response but almost piercing the flesh in her mouth to remind the girl who was in charge.
"Sorry -, Mistress," Emma panted as the queen switched to the other breast, again the treatment was rough but the blonde was loving every second. To have the queen touch her this way was -.
Ah! As soon as Emma felt the queen's hand between her legs they fell open, hips lifting, needing that touch, those fingers to -. Regina smirked as she entered her pet, a swift thrust and she was inside, Emma so wet that it was almost effortless to fill the slave, three fingers, no preamble. Long, slow movements as the queen teased her pet, knowing that the slave would want it hard and fast but not yet. Now was the time for finesse, and a little magic.
Emma cried out as a tremor took her body, emanating from the queen's hand inside her. A cold wave pulsing outwards and making the blonde's eyes roll back in her head so intense was the sensation. Then again and again, sometimes less, sometimes more. All leaving Emma weak beneath her mistress, weak but unbelievably aroused. When Regina sensed her pet had taken all she could the queen used only her physical skills to fuck the slave, enjoying the sight of Emma, fists clenched in the furs, body locked up in pleasure as she was taken by her mistress.
"Look at me."
Emma heard the command and forced her eyes open, to focus on those above her, totally eclipsed by the queen's magic, inhuman purple fire staring down at her.
"You are mine!" One final thrust and a pinch to the slave's clit sent Emma over the edge, sex pulsing around the queen's fingers. Regina hissed at the pain her pet was causing her but it was bearable, enjoyable even as she watched the beautiful creature she owned fall apart, fluid spilling over her hand and onto the furs beneath.
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Next on The Collar
"So, Emma." Regina addressed her slave by name, catching the blonde by surprise as she sat back on her heels. "Please inform our guests of your parentage." The slave scowled, not at the request but at the undeniable connection she had to those bigoted idiots.
"I am Emma of the White kingdom, daughter of Snow White and Prince James," Regina let out an unrestrained laugh as she witnessed the look on her friend's face.
"She is extremely talented, yes?"
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For a more visual idea of what I have tried to describe here google 'Gareth Knight, shibari' not the exact pose but the basic concept of the effect I am trying to convey.