Hi! Sorry this has taken a little while but...puppies! Two to be precise that have been taking up my time with my own little wolves to add to the pack...pics to appear on Tumblr, which for anyone who is interested and is not already following me is just my fanfic user name 'littledragonflyson'.
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Previously on The Collar
Emma entered the queen's chambers, unsure of her reception. Yes, it had all been consensual on both parts but had left the queen vulnerable and that had never boded well for Emma in the past.
Regina had almost finished bathing and relaxing after her encounter with her pet when her magic alerted her to the slave's presence. She did not call out or summon Emma to her, interested to see what the blonde would do. Emma paused out of sight, steadying herself and rolling her shoulders before stepping forward, only to fall to her knees once in front of the bathing pool.
"Mistress," it was a statement, not a question.
"Pet," a simple acknowledgement between the two women that their roles had returned.
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Emma looked up and met cool brown eyes, but ones without animosity or anger, for which the slave was grateful, a slight inclination of the queen's head was all that passed between them.
"Dress me, I have a meeting with my wolf," Regina stood from the pool, water cascading down her flawless body. Emma went about her duties, the atmosphere surprisingly relaxed, mistress and slave enacting the now oh so familiar dance with less words than usual but Emma was pleased that the queen had not withdrawn into herself as the slave had feared would happen.
Regina allowed her pet to dress her, the slave as attentive and respectful as always, not attempting to discuss their earlier dalliance or overstepping their defined boundaries. In fact, her pet had proven to be such a proficient lover it was not outside the realms of possibility that a repeat performance may be allowed. As long as the slave did not get ideas above her station, of course, Regina sniffed as she turned in front of her mirror, admiring her choice of outfit. Today was a red day, blood red to be precise, lips matching dress and shoes all in the same vital shade.
Emma jumped, the queen snapping her teeth at her own reflection, snarling as she did and eyes glowing with magic. Regina feeling oddly energised and more than ready to proceed with her day.
"Come," the queen beckoned and Emma followed. A short but silent journey through the palace and they were soon in the queen's study, waiting for Red to enter.
"No," Regina shook her head as Emma went to take her usual place, kneeling by her mistresses side. "You are to sit with me," the queen gestured towards the large round table in the far corner of the room.
"Yes, Mistress," Emma nodding and waiting to be told to sit, after a few minutes Red knocked before entering the room, shoulders squared for what she knew was going to be a reprimand.
"Sit, both of you," Regina ordered, pleased when both young women did as they were told without question, one on either side of her, creating a Y shape across the round table. "Red, you know why we are having this meeting?"
"Yes, My Queen," Red sighed and slumped in her chair.
"You are failing in your duties as mistress to the slave I gifted you, an attractive and surprisingly willing one at that, wolf."
"I -," Red sat forward, throwing her hands up. "I don't know what to do with her, Greta at least has some basic training, she follows orders and is relatively competent. Belle -. Well, she is a nice girl but -.
"What does your wolf think?" Regina asked, wondering of that was the crux of the problem. Emma was also curious to know the answer.
Red was silent for a moment, considering her answer.
"My wolf both likes and dislikes her, would bed her given a chance but is resentful for the injuries the girl caused, it's confusing," the wolf sighed.
"I see," Regina sat back and pondered the situation before speaking again. "She needs training if she is ever going to be of any use to you. For both your role as my heir and for your bed."
"I don't know where to start! It's easy enough to take a woman but how do you -!" Red gestured wildly in frustration.
"How do you teach them to read what you want?" Emma questioned, brow arching.
"Yes!" Red exclaimed and Regina just let the conversation evolve, extremely curious to see where it would lead and her pet's input on the subject under discussion. "You were very patient with me and I had spent years around you and your slaves, My Queen, before entering your service so I knew what pleased you, in all areas," the wolf explained.
"Indeed, and I was very aware of what I wanted from you, my wolf," Regina agreed, noting that her pet was listening intently, eyes narrowed, focusing on the wolf and reading between every nuance as Red spoke.
"Alex was already experienced in the bedchamber, which is all you really used her for," Red added and the queen hummed her agreement.
"Teach her to like what you like," Emma shrugged. "It depends on how you see things."
"What do you mean?" Red was confused but interested. Regina was also curious to hear her pet's answer, although she thought she knew the general gist of it.
"Some owners enjoy inflicting pain on their slaves, when putting a successful pairing together it is advantageous that the slave finds some enjoyment in the pain. If not it is a cruel match." Emma avoided glancing at the queen but she was very curious about her reaction to such a comment. A sideways glance couldn't be resisted but the queen's expression was neutral, engaged but neutral.
"Others want a very dependent slave that they can nurture, others wish to be pampered in every aspect of their lives. Some have very particular fetishes, they want to own a pet in the truest sense, a human dog, cat or horse and treat them as such. There are countless preferences that a master or mistress may have, or a combination of several. I made my money in my world mostly from making those matches, putting the pieces together and training both master and slave to reach the full potential of the pairing." Emma paused, a nod from the queen indicating that she should continue.
Regina was actually fascinated to learn more about her pet's world and the position she held there.
"Some develop further into long term pairings, legitimate in the eyes of the outside world with or without contracts but by mutual agreement. Others reach the end of the contract and people move on" Emma shrugged, having been observing Red intently as she spoke. "You need to tell me what you want from Belle as a slave because that will define her training. Her life with you, as she seems willing," Emma added, grateful for that part. The thought of training an unwilling slave, well it could be done but -.
"So, Red. What do you want, what do you need?" Emma sat back and waited for the wolf's answer, at no point had the queen spoken up so Emma took that as a sign to continue.
"She needs a capable assistant, versed in the ways of the palace," Regina was the first to speak. " A point she will probably neglect but one way that Red has set herself above others in my service." An unexpected compliment. "That is the area I believe Red is best suited to handle herself, the pup can teach the basics as she is known and favoured by all."
"I agree, Mistress," Emma nodded.
"Yes, of course," Red also added her consent. "I shall have words as soon as possible but -."
"But that leaves other areas," Regina finished the sentence for her wolf. "Pet?"
"Mistress?"
"I trust you can handle the rest? My tastes are not those of the wolf," the queen conceded, graciously but with underlying humour. The corner of her mouth curling in a rare smirk.
"If Red is willing?" Emma glanced at the wolf who was looking relieved.
"Yes! I mean, yes of course, Mistress Emma," the tone teasing but Emma didn't mind and the comment was tolerated by the queen.
"I do not believe Red will be a harsh mistress but she is wolf and they do require mates that can handle their enthusiasm in the sexual arena," Regina chuckled, having bedded many a wolf. "Some tolerance or enjoyment of pain would be desirable I think?"
"Um yes," Red agreed, embarrassed by the queen's assessment.
"Do not be ashamed, you are Alpha, Red. It is your right to have a slave worthy of your status, you may one day meet a wolf you prefer, or another human or magical being -. Even amazons are not as strong as wolves," A raised brow as Regina let the words sink in and told Red that her dalliances with the most recent contingent of amazon's had not gone unnoticed. "If you do find another you may choose whether to release the girl,or keep her, if your partner is willing a slave can bring variety to the bedchamber of a couple."
"I am aware of this, My Queen," it was Red's turn to smirk. "Have I not preformed well on many occasions?"
"Ha!" Regina let loose a bark of laughter. "Indeed you have, my wolf." Emma let the light-hearted moment pass before returning to the topic at hand.
"So, do you want her to be able to purely take care of your needs or do you have certain games you may enjoy playing with her?" Emma reaching out and pulling a sheet of parchment, quill and ink towards her. The instruments still baffled her, what she wouldn't give for a decent Parker pen but she had developed a reasonable technique during her time with the queen.
"Um, some games maybe," Red shrugged, Not knowing really what to say.
"Speak to your wolf," Regina suggesting. Red nodded and focused, imagining different scenarios and seeing which provoked a reaction from her wolf. To Red's surprise most of it did, it seemed her wolf liked to play, a lot.
"Oh!" Red murmured, the image of Belle over her lap, being spanked particularly sharp.
"Oh?" Emma questioned, brow cocked, curious about her friend's revelation.
"Spanking, biting, rough sex," Red reeled off faster than Emma could write but the blonde seeing elongated canines as the wolf peeked through.
"She likes being bound," Emma suggested, remembering the fact from the amazon's visit. Adding the note at Red's nod. "I'll include breath play as that encompasses being able to use gags without them passing out." Regina sat back, fascinated by the process and depth of her pet's knowledge. She wasn't surprised but this was a different side of the slave. Well, it was the mistress of course.
"Yes, she does talk a lot. I want her to know how to please me," Red growled, wolf now fully engaged in the discussion.
"Mistress?" Emma questioned, the queen being the most qualified on the subject.
"Teach her how to use her mouth and I shall provide a collection of toys," Regina agreed, wishing her wolf to fully enjoy her freedom. "Whips?"
"Maybe a small Cat' ?" Emma suggesting, Red nodding. "And a crop," the slave added, purposely not looking at the queen as she made the note. "Alright, when do I start?"
"Now," Regina stood from the table, "this has gone on long enough. Have the pup sit in on the basic lessons, she still has much to learn although her natural abilities compensate for a lot."
"Yes, Mistress," Emma gathered her papers, folding them neatly down the centre.
"Pet."
"Mistress?" Emma paused to listen.
"You have full autonomy but the girl belongs to Red, and Red is the only one permitted to use her," Regina laid down her terms. "Unless you give permission, my wolf." A growl surprising them all, Red looking the most shocked. "The wolf has spoken," Regina chuckled at her heir's possessiveness finally rearing its head. "The pup is fair game, you deflowered her so do what you need to." Emma was taken aback by the offhand comment, so much had changed and yet -.
"As you say, Mistress. The pup is already accomplished in certain areas, maybe her further tuition is best left in your hands?" Emma suggested, trying to move past the discomfort that the idea gave her, knowing Red's feelings on the matter didn't help.
"Possibly," Regina sniffed at the suggestion, giving it serious consideration but the thought was not appealing to her as it should have been, would have. An unsettling thought to dwell on another time. "You may have them each day after luncheon until dinner, unless they are required for other reasons or you deem them up to standard."
"Yes, Mistress," Emma agreed, not quite sure how much time she would need to coach the slaves, that was very generous of the queen but she did not think the slave's would appreciate such long lessons.
"Oh, and you will have an observer," Regina informing her pet who hid it well but was surprised by the revelation.
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Greta looked up, sensing Red and Emma approach.
It had been a strange day. Exhausting, watching the young pups was hard work, wolf children in general a lot more boisterous than humans. Rough play was encouraged as it led to stronger packs but could get rowdy as Belle's accidental dip in the lake had proven. The amazon was pleasant company, very curious but not naïve as an amazon upbringing was extremely down to earth, however needing to know even the smallest details which meant lots of questions for the slave.
The young wolf was a little concerned as Red had been anxious before her meeting with the queen.
"Why is she here?" Red growled as she entered Greta's room, eyes landing on Belle, the slave freezing as she encountered her mistresses hostile stare.
"Pups, lake, new clothes," Greta summarised succinctly, sucking her cheeks in as she eyed her friend. Something was bothering the older wolf.
"Cover up, girl," Red snarled eyes lingering on the half naked amazon before her. Belle was topless clutching the dry tunic Greta had provided in her hand, unabashed by her nudity, modestly having little place in amazon life.
"Yes, Mistress Red," Belle murmured, pulling the top haphazardly over her head in an effort to obey as quickly as possible. The action was ungraceful and Red winced as the slave's hand flailed as it emerged from a sleeve, knocking a candle stick over from where it had been safely perched on a wall shelf. Red observing the slave's abdominal muscles contract and define as it was caught, surprisingly deftly, before the clothing was adjusted and unwanted flesh hidden.
"Fetch us some food, enough for three," Red growled irritability, lip curled and eyes narrowed.
"Yes, Mistress Red," Belle bobbed her head before slipping out of the room, trying hard not to bump into either wolf in the confined space. Actually, Belle was glad to be out of there. Her mistress both intrigued and terrified her to the point that she became an incompetent idiot in the wolf's presence.
"You need to bed her before you explode," Greta sniffed, refolding the clothes she had removed from her chest in order to find Belle something to wear. "And get the girl some clothes and somewhere to sleep!" Red turned her glare to the younger wolf. "What?" Greta snorted at the affronted look she was being presented with.
"I like her but the queen gave me these rooms and I'm trying my best to earn them and learn but it is hard when I'm babysitting your new pet because you are too cowardly to do it yourself!" Greta ranted, voice increasing in volume as she spoke. "If I were able to shift I would shake you by the scruff until you come to your senses!"
Red ignored the comments, instead slumping down in the large armchair the queen had provided, big enough for human or wolf form. Silence reigned for several minutes.
"The Queen wants to see me," Red eventually spoke. Belle paused outside the door, not wanting to interrupt the conversation going on inside.
"Why?" Greta questioned, lower lip catching between her sharp canines, concern showing in her expressive blue eyes.
"I don't know," Red shrugged. "But I suspect it has to do with Belle. At least if I'd begun her training she may have been spared the Queen's -."
"Brutality?" Greta finishing the sentence.
The room fell silent and Belle raised her hand to knock.
"Enter, we know you're there," Red growled. "Never eavesdrop again, it's nit good for one's health around here," Belle nodded frantically in the face of her mistresses ire. Red was really angry, not only was she in the queen's bad books but the girl just kept making things worse!
Greta took the food from Belle, sighing as she did, the girl was looking anxious and had obviously overheard them.
"Honestly, it's not that bad," the young wolf shrugged, Belle nodding but still apprehensive.
"Enough talk, I'm starving," Red growling and reaching for the food. "Well -?" Shit! Belle blinked and dropped to her knees beside her mistress as the wolf began to eat, berating herself that she had forgotten such a simple task.
"Straighten up," Greta ordered the girl standing next to her, "your mistress is coming." A nod and Belle stood to her full height, facing the door, hands behind her back as Greta had shown her.
Both girl's eyes widened as they took note of Emma's mien, this was not her slave persona. Her gaze swept over both girls as the blonde stood, hands on her hips, eyes cold and critical.
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