Yes, been a long time, my apologies.

Enjoy and please note that as per my authors note in chapter one hateful, homophobic, misogynist and generally offensive guest reviews will be deleted. After 94 chapters I think you'd have figured that out but I feel the need to repeat myself. Life is too short for hate as many have found out in recent months. Oh, and thanks for asking but I left my gf, 'my sorry ass' was not dumped and life is great.

For those with genuine questions, some people (millions statistically) genuinely enjoy inflicting or receiving pain for sexual and non sexual gratification. It's a fact of life but can be hard for those who do not experience this to realise that in a consensual situation both parties gain from the experience and can be part of a successful loving relationship. This story is an extreme, has many grey areas especially around consent and is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy only and should not be taken as an example of how BDSM is practised in real life. Safe, sane and consensual is/should be the reality of every day BDSM.

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Previously on The Collar

"Well, we should shower, I for one smell like I've been rutted on by a queen," Emma's tone light and teasing, fingers slipping fleetingly down the sides of the queen's breasts before withdrawing, and indignant huff the only reaction from the prone woman.

"What is this 'shower' you keep referring to?" Regina gracefully sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"Really?" Emma pausing, realising she had never seen one in the other world. "Oh, I figured you just preferred your pool. Come," a hand was held out to the brunette, the smaller woman sniffing and ignoring it in favour standing by her own volition.

Emma ignoring the rebuttal, understanding that the queen was probably still unsettled from her earlier outburst, possibly embarrassed, definitely curious as she was followed into her bathroom. "Here, see?" Emma entering the large glass cubicle and pressing a button, jets of water immediately spraying down from a large shower rose close to the ceiling. "Want to join me?" Regina blinking at the sudden gush of water, noting the steam clouding the glass. Emma desperately needing to shower so stepped under the hot spray, perfectly set to her preferences, a little hotter than most liked it.

Regina was a little dubious about the experience, watching her pet under the water, Emma tipping her head back to wet her hair, exposing her throat. That was enough! The blonde smiling to herself as she was joined in the ample space, a luxury she could easily afford, Regina hesitating beyond the spray before stepping under the warm flow, the two women now standing chest to chest.

"Here," Emma reaching for the body lotion she favoured from a recess in the tiled wall. "Try this," a squirt into her palm was held under the queen's nose for approval, a slight nod to the fresh but not overpowering scent of coconut and gentle hands began to spread it over dark skin, Regina holding still and allowing her pet to wash her as she had so many times before. "Turn around," Emma's voice dropping in tone, hands falling to the brunette's hips and forcefully turning her.

Regina was about to protest when she felt Emma pressing up behind, nipples hard, arms encircling her and hands now covering her breasts, massaging them with the lotion. Emma was enjoying herself, a lot! The queen was responsive, trapped against her, their curves syncing so that her ass was pressed against Emma's pubic bone, that in itself felt so good. What felt better were the breasts in her hands, soapy and wet, firm flesh plied by long fingers, Regina falling forward slightly, deeper into the embrace even as Emma's teeth began to explore the side of her neck, nipping and sucking

"See, showers are good," the blonde murmuring, teeth biting down a little harder and eliciting a gasp. "Lift your leg up, there," Emma slipping her hand under the back of Regina's right thigh, encouraging her to place her foot on a tiled ledge. "Good," whispering in her earlobe, teeth nipping and tongue exploring the shell of the queen's ear. Emma anchoring the smaller woman around her waist with her left arm, right hand sliding back down her thighs and over her buttock, fingers easily fitting themselves between soapy cheeks, teasing and brushing over the wet folds. "Keep as still as you can, I've got this," Emma's voice low and controlled, fingers touching and sliding.

"Oh!" Regina was caught off guard by a hard bite on her shoulder whilst her nipple was simultaneously twisted but it felt -.

"Keep still, you won't fall," Emma bracing herself, limbs locking into place so her lover could relax and enjoy the position, the new experience allowing Emma to push their boundaries that bit further, to take more control. Regina falling forward, hands flat against the tiles, bracing herself under the steady stream of warm water while Emma -.

"Ah!" A low gasp, Regina biting her lip, focusing on her partner's biting kisses on the flesh she could reach, shoulder, neck, ear and interspersed low murmurs of encouragement, instructing her to stay still but Regina's hips would not stay still, rocking steadily against Emma's fingers, the water providing the perfect lubricant. Emma slipping her knee between Regina's thighs to add more resistance to her hand as she was being ridden hard, the brunette grinding down against her even as her body began shaking.

"Do it," Emma growling, caught up in the moment, the intoxication of being in control. "Come for me," her teeth biting down on the brunette's shoulder as her lover came, Regina crying out before her legs gave way, Emma easing them safely down to the floor.

It was silent except for the water running over them and panting breaths.

"Well," Emma smirking, "that's a great way to start the day," lifting her fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean, one by one. "Tasty but not that filling." Regina was still a little heavy headed from her orgasm but finding the energy to narrow her eyes at the blonde's behaviour. "But," Emma continuing before the queen could comment, "I enjoyed every second, thank you." A soft kiss being placed behind Regina's ear before long limbs began to shift. "But we won't be able to move if we stay here much longer. Let me -,"

"I am quite capable of gaining my own feet!" The brunette proving her point by standing swiftly, and gracefully of course. "Well, pet," now standing over Emma, smirking, "do not dally, I require sustenance." Emma shaking her head, the small lift at the corner of the queen's mouth indicating she was teasing, mostly.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Emma uncurling herself from the tiled floor and stretching out to her full height. "You finish in here," the blonde reaching over to the side of the enclosure, "shampoo and body wash," long fingers pointing to each in turn. "I will use the other bathroom or we will never get dry."

"Ah!" Regina yelping as a strong hand made contact, Emma slapping her ass before slipping out of the shower cubicle, avoiding queenly retribution. "You will be severely punished when we return!"x

A fist banging against the glass wall separating them, mouth snarling.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Emma purring, throwing a wink over her shoulder, even then noting the queen's eyes on her ass as she walked away. Regina suddenly realising that she was breathing heavily, the water still beating down on her back, fist on the glass, sex still throbbing as she pressed her legs together. Well that had been -. Satisfying, it had been extremely satisfying she admitted to herself, fingers exploring the remainder of her pet's talents, imagining the blonde in a leather harness, rigged so she had no choice but to -, Regina's head falling against the glass, fingers entering herself, the thought of Emma helpless as she lowered herself over her pet's mouth.

A muffled cry as she climaxed, deep breaths before lifting her head and pushing away from the wall, only then looking up to see green eyes watching her.

Emma left the queen to her ablutions only realising when she reached the guest bathroom that there were no towels in there. Returning to her own bathroom she was definitely not expecting to see the queen pleasuring herself, the scene transfixing her in the doorway, watching the curve of strong shoulders flexing, wrist disappearing between toned thighs and the muted cry as the brunette came, again.

Neither woman looking away when their eyes met. Regina not backing down, she had nothing to be ashamed of, no reason to hide herself or her sexual nature. Emma was reeling a little after having watched such an intimate moment but the queen's bravado was reassuring in its familiarity.

"An honour, My Queen," Emma performing a half bow, acknowledging the privilege of the show. "Maybe I can help next time?"

"Oh, you already were my pet," Regina raising a brow, purposely turning her back on the blonde and beginning to wash her hair, a blatant dismissal. Emma left shaking her head at the sheer ego of the woman before returning to finish her own morning routine.

"Emma!" Regina was standing in front of the closet she had seen Emma using the day before to source them their outfits, now at a loss as to what she should don for the day's activities, whatever they should turn out to be, a huff when the blonde did not appear.

Emma heard the call but ignored it, she was mixing pancake batter and was a little sticky. And she was not the queen's slave here, Regina would come find her if she needed to. Sure enough a minute later the queen entered from the hallway in a robe she had found in Emma's bedchamber.

"I was unsure of what to wear," a brief explanation of the summons receiving a nod of acknowledgement. "I forgot that you do not serve me here." A sniff and defensive tilt of the queen's chin following.

"That's not an apology, but it's a start," Emma grinning over her shoulder, standing at the stove, skillet in hand. "Sit," the spatula gesturing to the two stools placed next to the kitchen counter, green eyes watching as her guest seated herself on the tall stool, gingerly but successfully. "We can eat then I'll find you some clothes, is there anything you would like to see today? Regina?" Emma gently prompting the queen who was absorbed in watching the pancakes form in the pan.

"What are you making?" Regina's curiosity had overridden the hearing of Emma's words, so entranced was she by the skilled pouring and manipulation of the doughy mixture.

"Pancakes," Emma tilting the pan she was holding, "and bacon," a nod to where the meat was sizzling.

"It looks, interesting," Regina's nose wrinkling, undecided as to whether the smells were complimentary or not.

"It's so good," Emma deftly plating them each three pancakes and four bacon slices before rounding the breakfast bar and taking a seat next to the brunette. "Here, it's better with syrup," the blonde murmuring, demonstrating a generous squeeze of the amber viscosity on her own meal before holding the bottle out to her companion.

Regina eyeing the offering with suspicion before Emma lost her patience, placing it down on the counter between them and attacking her own food. Inhaling and figuring that she was unlikely to be poisoned Regina followed suite, brows lifting as the salt and sweet assaulted her tongue, a sound of appreciation escaping. Emma chose not to draw attention to it or the unqueenly speed at which the food was now being devoured.

"I need to teach Cook how to make these," the words barely intelligible through the mouthful of food. Barely formed but causing Regina pause.

"Then you will return, willingly?" The question falling heavily between them and pausing Emma's fork on its way to her mouth, sugary liquid dripping from it before she could form a reply. A sigh, the cutlery chiming on the plate as it was laid down, the last bite uneaten.

"Yes. I think so." Emma remaining facing forward, shoulders tense.

"You're undecided?" Regina questioning, now extremely wary of her precarious position in this world, even more so when darkened green eyes turned on her.

"I do not break my promises. I lost the wager and I shall stay with you as long as you wish me to be there. But, then I wish to return here, as you have proven you are more than capable of the required magic. I think it's the least I deserve, after what I have done for you," Emma's reply was measured and emotionless, cutting through the low hum of music Emma had put on to play in the background while she was cooking.

"Agreed," Regina nodding, startling Emma as she launched forward, reaching over the edge of the counter to retrieve Emma's filleting knife from the wall rack, Regina drawing the devilishly sharp blade across her palm without flinching, crimson blooming in a thin line, blood drops forming before running across her skin. "Your turn," the knife now being held by the bloody blade, handle pointing to the blonde.

"Wha-, you want to do a blood oath here? Without your magic? That's soon going to hurt more than you think it will!" Emma shaking her head, the queen's wound appearing quite deep.

"Then hurry up, I do not break my promises either!" Regina hissing, annoyed as the blonde's words began to prove true, her hand beginning to throb a little.

"Ok, you lunatic queen," Emma muttering as she made a purposely shallow slash in her own palm. "Is there still a point in this, here without magic?" The blonde was sceptical.

"We shall soon see, my pet," Regina pressing their palms together. "I promise to send Emma back to her world when our wager expires and I release her."

"And promise she will be of sound mind and body when I do." Emma adding for her own benefit.

"And promise she will be of sound mind and body when I do," Regina willingly mimicking the words, lip curling in amusement at her pet's knowledge of how such pacts could work . "So it shall be."

"So it shall be," Emma repeating the words to seal the pact. "See I -. Oh fuck!" The blonde gasping, blinking as her magic raced from her and down her arm, its progress from Emma and into the queen a visible glowing force.

"Oh!" Regina's heart racing as the magic entered her body, the rush was -. Gone, as fast as it had come leaving her breathless and feeling weaker than she ever had before, the visitation a stark reminder of what she had lost by coming here.

"Hey!" Emma's reflexes catching the queen as she fell from the stool. "Easy, I got you," steadying the brunette until her feet hit the floor and she regained her strength. "That was a little unexpected, did I hurt you?" Confusion reigning in brown eyes until Regina comprehended the question.

"No, no it was more akin to the feeling I imagine a poppy addict must feel when they have been denied it for some time," Regina explaining, eyes down.

"Ah, I get it," Emma sighing, a gentle squeeze of her hand attempting to convey her sympathy.

"No, I am sorry but you cannot 'get it'," Regina replying, no malice in the tone but eyes meeting the blonde's. "And I hope you never do."

"You're right," Emma judging the queen steady enough to release her. "I'm sorry, that was thoughtless."

"No mind, the worse has passed," Regina's chin tilting, back straightening. "Thank you for your concern." A sniff, dark eyes roving around the room, eyes flicking down, hand stretching, the wound was healed, not even a faint scar remaining. Regina reaching out, taking Emma's hand and confirming the same was true of her pet's cut.

"Come on, let's find you some clothes, then would you still like to go out?" Emma not wanting to dwell on the experience and attempting to distract the queen from her brooding.

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"Braxas, stay behind please," it was not a request.

"What can I do for you, Red?" The queen's captain asking, curious but proud to see the young one so confident in her new role.

"What news have the intelligenciers?" Red, leaning forward, resting her forearms on the well worn wooden table.

"Not much for immediate concern," Braxas prepared, if a little surprised, by the question. "We employ the best, Her Majesty's assistance with a glamour here and there has worked wonders. We have people placed in all the courts in all the kingdoms." Red nodding her understanding. "Many more than usual in the White Kingdom," the large man chuckling, predicting Red's next question. "They are seeking alliances but they fail to see the rot within. They are out of touch with the populace, harvests failed last year as the flood defences were not seen as a priority by the royals. Many are discontent, if their families are suffering shortages the soldiers are less willing to fight."

"And what of the imp?" Even Red not comfortable saying the goblin's name, names have power.

"He's meddling in the Southern kingdoms at the moment but the queen claims to hold bargaining chips should he decide to turn his attentions here," Braxas reassuring his friend. "I believe we are as prepared as we can be, Red," the soldier clasping the wolf's upper arm in reassurance. "Don't worry, she'll be back soon." The wolf nodding but her thoughts elsewhere.

Red left Braxas to his drills but found herself intercepted by Eva, the young noblewoman had been waiting out of earshot for the wolf to finish her conversation with the captain.

"Yes?" Red barking, not in the mood for interruption.

"It's not my fault she left, don't get snappy with me," the faye admonishing calmly, Red replying with an icy glare but it did not deter the girl. "They will be back in time, I think it's actually rather thoughtful of the queen, don't you?"

"Thoughtful?" Red growling. "No, I do no think it was at all thoughtful for the queen to leave her kingdom without a word!"

"No," Eva sighing as she fell into step next to the wolf, easily keeping pace with Red's long strides despite her slight frame. "I meant that it was thoughtful for the queen to take Emma home before -,"

"Before what?" Red stopping dead, hand on the girls' shoulder, forcing her round to face the wolf, Eva's eyes wide, lip caught between her teeth. "What? What do you know?" Red's fingers sinking into the faye's shoulder, the grip would have crushed a human bone but the girl did not flinch, nor did she speak. "What is going to happen to Emma?" Despite her earlier rantings Red cared for the blonde slave.

"Well, I would imagine that now they have bonded the queen would make it official -" Eva explaining.

"Bonded? What do you mean? They haven't -," the wolf was confused.

"Their magic has bonded, I can see it, you've seen it too haven't you?" Eva questioning softly, knowing that one as in tune to the queen as Red was, and also a magical being, would have felt the change in the queen's magical force.

"Yes, it's different since Emma's magic awoke but what -?" Red was frowning, recalling the dark of the queen's magical aura, spiked with the silver tendrils that could only be Emma's magic.

"Their magic has bonded, they are inseparable now, they are one magical force. To separate them would eventually kill them, it's quite rare but it does happen, it makes them incredibly powerful," Eva explaining faye lore to the wolf.

"Yes but why -," Red was struggling to get her head around the implications of -.

"In the eyes of the faye, they are married."

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