Enjoy!
The 'safety' precautions are a generalisation only as I didn't want to interrupt the smut flow too much. Lots of smut. There will be more exploration of Emma's local scene coming up in a chapter or two where we visit Emma's actual place of business.
It's late, sorry for any typos.
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Previously in The Collar
"Come on, I'll teach you to dance," Emma wanting to make the most of the time they had, the queen now much more receptive to the idea, straightening her dress before moving to free the blonde from beneath her.
"If you insist," Regina not looking enthused but reaching for another of the drinks lined up and downing it in one long draught.
"Well fuck me," Emma admiring the action before duplicating it.
"If you're a good little slave," Regina whispering the taunt in Emma's ear before stalking away into the crowd leaving Emma to stare after her.
"Oh, she's going to regret that," the blonde growling, eyes fixing on the queen's point of disappearance and stalking off into the crowd to hunt her prey.
Bodies parted for Regina, none wanting to obstruct the beautiful woman moving through the crowd, a hand reached out to touch only to be caught and twisted until its owner moaned and retracted the now damaged appendage. Hmm, Regina spotting exactly what she was looking for. Emma having to cut through the heaving crowd of dancers now closed behind the queen and eradicating her passage, a new track starting and it was a popular one, dancers flocking to the floor to bump and grind against each other and further hindering her progress.
There!
Emma focusing on her prey, locked down by intense green eyes. The queen's back was turned towards her and Emma could see the brunette dancing with a very attractive red-head, the stranger not shy, letting Regina press against her and whisper in her ear. Emma had no chance of hearing the conversation but the woman's reaction told her a lot, Regina was no doubt seducing her with dark whispers and wicked intentions as she moved her body against the stranger, effortlessly picking up the movements required to fit in with the rest of the dancing crowd.
Regina was enjoying playing with her new toy, mere words arousing her chosen victim but even amongst the press of bodies she could feel Emma approaching, a tingle down her spine settling in the pit of her stomach. Whether it was their magical link, severely muted without Regina's own magic, or just being so attuned to one another it was impossible to tell but both women felt it. Emma sliding up behind the queen, pressing up against the smaller woman, hands falling to the curves of her hips and pulling their bodies tightly together. Regina was not fighting the hold, she was relishing the feel of Emma's firm body rubbing against her in time to the loud, so loud, beats of the music.
"Mmm, good choice," Emma murmuring in the queen's ear, "she would be fun to play with," green eyes assessing the stranger who was frowning at the interruption of her fun with the brunette. "Shall we play?" The blonde sliding her hands onto Regina's stomach, caressing her over the silk of her dress.
"What did you have in mind," Regina's curiosity peaking.
"Well, let's see, shall we?" Emma disappearing from behind the queen, re-appearing behind the red-head. Arms wrapping around the woman who offered no resistance to the switch, seemingly happy that one gorgeous woman had turned into two. "Do you want to play?" Emma's words loud enough for the queen to hear.
"With you two?" The woman's voice husky with arousal, moaning as Emma reached around her body to cup her breasts. "Fuck yes!" Her ass grinding back into Emma's sex eliciting a low growl from the blonde and reaching out to wrap her arms around Regina's neck, lips lowering -.
"No, touching!" Emma's harsh growl accompanied with a hand tangling in her hair and forcibly pulling her head back,the woman crying out. Regina's eyes darkening at the action, so her pet was jealous, hmmm?
"Ok, so you like it a bit rough? I'm totally fine with that!" A gasp, Emma's teeth sinking into the left side of her neck, Regina claiming the right. "Oh fuck!" the woman's knees buckling under the onslaught.
"Come," Emma spinning her until she was now in front of the blonde, Emma's palm placed flat on the small of her back, her other hand reaching back for Regina who caught it in her own, then pushing through the crowd until they reached the edge of the dance floor. Emma not stopping until they reached a curtained doorway set to the side of the VIP area where they had initially been sitting. The door was manned by a female security guard. "Have Sarah sent to room two," Emma requesting, the guard relaying it through her ear piece and holding the curtain open, gesturing them through.
"Wow, I didn't know this was back here," the red-head marvelling as they walked down a plushly carpeted hallway, passing several other doorways, none allowing a view inside.
"They are reserved for the fetish nights," Emma explaining, pausing by a room towards the end of the corridor and pushing the door open. "In," the blonde commanding the red-head to enter before her, Regina following them, intrigued to see what lay inside.
"Ah, Sarah," Regina and the red-head looking up as the slave that had served them drinks earlier arrived in the doorway.
"Mistress Swan," the slave kneeling and presenting herself the way only a well trained slave could. Posture perfectly aligned, patiently waiting instruction.
"I need a contract, quickly," Emma ordering the girl who stood gracefully, nodded and left the three women alone.
"A contract?" The red-head frowning, eyes finally taking a moment to wander around the room they were in, widening as they did. "Shit, you take this seriously don't you?" Grey eyes turning to appraise her companions, particularly Emma. Trailing her gaze over the blonde, her first real opportunity to assess her.
"I do, I have a reputation to uphold," Emma's words clipped, eyes cold as she returned the woman's look.
"Mistress"," Sarah having returned, a clipboard in her hand and also handing Emma a collar, approximately an inch and a half wide.
"Read this, take your time, tick whatever you're not comfortable with and sign it. Choose a safe word and write it down. Or leave now," Emma maintaining her professional persona. "Sarah," a wave of Emma's finger and the slave passed the contract to the red-head and turned, presenting her back as a make-shift desk. "People pay a lot of money for my time, I dislike having it wasted. Are you in?" Both dommes noting the woman's flush and darkened eyes even before she nodded, head dipping to read and fingers gripping the pen as it was rapidly run over the pages of the contract, an embellishment on the last page as she signed and it was done.
"Sarah," Emma holding out her hand and the slave passing the completed contract back to her Mistress. The blonde's eyes skimming the pages before passing it to Regina. The queen taking much more time to read the document, raising her brows at some of the things mentioned. It was a list of permissions and what seemed to be a caveat protecting Emma from legal action. It was also finite, stating that Emma's control was to expire the next day." Hmm, Austin is it?" Emma querying and the woman nodding, "interesting name but this is just a precaution, people often think that they can handle more than they actually can." This was a professional, semi public space and not her home, she had too much to lose to let a random woman's foray into kink jeopardise what she had spent years building. But the legalities were handled by club's terms for admission, the contract just reinforcing those.
"I see," Regina murmuring her understanding of the need. Emma did not have the ultimate power that she held in her realm as queen, no-one had the authority to challenge Regina's decisions
"Sarah," Emma beckoning for the slave, handing her the contract and whispering in her ear.
"Yes, Mistress Swan," the young woman nodding and disappearing through the door which thudded closed behind her leaving just the three women alone. Now Emma had concluded the business end of the bargain she took a moment to observe their chosen playmate. The red-head was looking around the room, taking in the panelled leather walls, plush dark red carpet, eyes lingering on the prominently placed padded, waist high bench in the centre of the room.
"You will address us both as Mistress, you will not speak unless asked a direct question. If you need to end this immediately you use your safe word which you have chosen to be Corvette otherwise you will answer Green to continue, Yellow to pause and review. Your safe word or Red will stop play immediately and you will be free to go after receiving any after-care you require. That will be administered by Sarah, the slave you just met. She will also be contactable after you leave should you need further care." Emma's tone authoritative but bored. "As I have no idea of your actual limits, I will be erring on the side of caution and you will be required to confirm your status at regular intervals but you may safe word at any time. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," the newly initiated slave answering politely, eyes down.
"Then we shall begin." Emma slipping the collar around the slave's neck and under her hair, noting the inhale as she held perfectly still as it was buckled snugly. Emma then nodding to Regina, indicating that she was done and that the queen could now participate if she wished.
"Strip, leave on your shoes and undergarments, " Regina taking the reins, moving closer to Emma so that they could observe the slave together. She removed her dress slowly, not without consideration for her audience, allowing it to pool at her feet and exposing black silk and lace underwear (La Perla if Emma had to guess), the high, patent strapped shoes accentuating her toned legs. She really was stunning with her pale skin and long red hair, she wouldn't look out of place in vintage Hollywood Emma mused.
"Such a slut, you were obviously wanting to be used tonight, weren't you?" Emma stepping close enough to grab the slave's chin, holding it tightly between her thumb and forefinger, forcing grey eyes to meet her own, other hand tugging on the collar.
"Yes, Mistress. I wanted to be fucked tonight," her answer succinct, breathing heavy.
"Have you done this before?" Regina's curiosity raised, the woman was not behaving with the flustered embarrassment or nerves of a novice.
"Once or twice, with lovers. Not like this, I'm always in charge but I felt like something different tonight and I think I'd be a fool to turn it down," the reply even, eyes still remaining respectfully down.
"Well then, that opens up our options," Emma smirking and thinking back to the list of limits their slave had compiled on her contract. "Bend over the horse," the blonde gesturing towards the bench in the centre of the room and the slave following instruction, bending her lean body over the leather, arms and hair hanging down on the opposite side, both dommes appreciating the view.
"Wait." Emma crossing to the far side of the room, sliding aside a curtain to reveal shelves stacked with all manner of paraphernalia where she selected several items and returned to Regina's side, remaining out of the slave's view and placing her chosen accessories on a small table at the side of the room. "Oh!" The slave gasping as her underwear was slid off and dropped to the floor then feeling a slick finger pressing against her ass, Emma having slipped on a glove and applied a generous amount of lubricant. "Green?"
"Yes!" Another gasp as Emma entered her, the finger cool against hot internal walls, the slave's hands forming fists as she tried to relax. The blonde taking her time to stretch the slave as much as she could before pushing another finger inside. "You're nice and tight. Green?"
"Yes!" In and out, Regina watching, fascinated by seeing Emma work. The blonde remaining detached but thorough as she teased the slave. Regina would not have taken this long to prepare a slave, muscles stretched that was their main purpose and as long as the passage was not dry no major damage would be done. Pain was to be expected.
"One more."
"Yes! Please!" The slave begging, Emma smiling, delighted by the response as she added a third finger, pushing in as far as she could go and spreading them wide. The slave was panting and groaning now, a light sheen of sweat highlighting the definitions of her body. "Oh, you want to be fucked like this, don't you?" Emma increasing both the pace and force of her thrusts, the woman's body moving with the actions.
"Yes, Mistress. I do!" Emma smirking and withdrawing her hand, slipping off the glove and tossing it to one side. "Well, that's not going to happen." The slave whimpering, feeling empty as she lay there, waiting. Emma spared a glance toward Regina who had taken a seat in a finely upholstered armless chair, legs crossed as she watched Emma at work. A raising of the queen's brow acknowledging her enjoyment of the show so far.
Emma's next move was to select a metal butt plug, no wider than her fingers had been, pressing it to the slave's ass and pushing it inside, inch by inch. She met no resistance as the muscles closed around it. "Green?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"On your knees," Emma ordering, the slave pushing up off the horse and straightening up on unsteady legs before kneeling on all fours. "Over to the wall," Emma's hands tightened in her hair, dragging her towards a rectangular frame set against the wall as she crawled, butt plug on display, filling her and stimulating her as she moved, scrabbling across the carpet in an effort to keep up. "Back to the wall," The slave obeying, standing in the centre of the space, back against the leather of the wall. "Arms up." Regina watching as Emma removed her bra then fastened the slave's wrists into cuffs that hung from each corner of the frame and then moved to her ankles where she did the same so the slave's body formed a cross. A final strap was fitted around her waist to hold her in place should her legs fail.
Emma surveying her work, reaching out between the slave's legs, taking a moment to pump the dildo a couple of times, causing her eyes to roll back and legs quiver with pleasure. The elegant heels were all she wore, adding to the decadent picture."Oh, you're enjoying this too much," blonde head shaking as she retreated back to the table beckoning to Regina as she did. "Perhaps you would like to introduce a little pain?"
"I would be delighted to," Regina smirking, eyeing Emma's collection curiously, taking the items she recognised but leaving the ones she did not for Emma to deal with. Moving to stand in front of the slave Regina leaned forward and twisted the slave's left nipple, relishing the gasp it wrought then the hiss that followed the application of the steel clamp. The actions repeated on the other breast.
"Green?" Emma questioning.
"Yes," the slave replying, eyes dark and signs of her arousal dripping down her inner thigh.
"Finish her off, please," Emma nodding at the clamps still held in the queen's hand. Regina quickly attaching one each to the outer lips of the slave's labia, these were linked by a chain from which dangled a weight, strengthening them taut.
"Green?" Emma sticking to her code.
"Yes!" It was a gasping response but clear.
"Now, I want to introduce you to a little toy you expressed an interest in," Emma referring to the questionnaire completed by the slave. "This," the blonde sauntering over to the table, pausing as she handled the items there before selecting her preferred, "is a violet wand. Do you know what this does?"
"Yes, I do. Mistress." The slave replying clearly, eyes fixating on the new toy.
"You stated that this was something you would be open to trying?" Emma waving the wand close to the woman's body
"I did, Mistress," a nod of the slave's head shaking the clamps and eliciting a moan.
"Good, this is new to you. If you feel anything that is remotely of concern safe word immediately. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Mistress. Very clear," the slave was panting now, eyes locked onto the toy.
"When I touch you with it you will feel an electrical charge, this cannot injure you but you may feel pain as it is applied." Emma explaining more for Regina's benefit than their slave's. "Green?"
"Yes, Mistress," Emma nodding. "Now beg for me," her voice low and firm as she began to apply the wand to the slave's skin, brief touches on her ribs, thighs, stomach causing her to flinch and twist away from the touch. This went on for several minutes, Emma was in no rush, contact moving around the slave's body but never touching her erogenous zones. Soon the begging came, pleading for more, desperate promises falling from swollen lips as she hung delectably from her chains, overwhelmed by the sensations but knowing she needed -, more.
"Mistress, please," the slave finally begging. Blood pumping around her body, anticipating where the next spark of pain was going to come from but never predicting just how sharp it would be or how it would pulse deep in her body, muscles clenching involuntarily around the plug in her ass. Body hanging loosely in the cuff,s arcing forward to receive whatever her Mistresses deigned to give her. Emma's fingers swiping roughly over the slave's sex, coming away dripping, the blonde twisting her hand to prevent the thick fluid dripping off. "Clean off your dirty mess," harsh words as the fingers were thrust down the slave's throat, gagging her until she coughed and spluttered before laving them with her tongue and sucking them clean.
"Why don't we make her work for it?" Emma humming, eyes dark and scouring the grey staring back at her, still damp fingers hooking in the collar and the extra girth tightening its grip around the slave's slender throat. "Mistress Black?"
"I agree, she is not broken yet. I want to break her," Regina stepping up to Emma, arm sliding around the blonde's waist and chin coming to rest on her shoulder as cold eyes purveyed their prey.
"Green?"
"Yes, Mistress." Emma ignoring the reply in favour of kissing the queen by her side, Regina offering only enthusiasm as it was returned with added bite. Emma moaning as sharp teeth devoured her and their bodies pressed together.
"Mmm," Emma's mouth slipping to the queen's collar bone just as fingers slid under the blonde's dress, scraping against her thigh, climbing higher and higher until they were pushing inside. "Oh, so that's how we're playing it?" Emma relishing Regina's boldness, eagerly reciprocating as they rode each other's fingers to a sharp, brutal climax in front of the slave, each breathing their almost silent pleasure into the mouth of the other.
"Well, let's finish this bitch off so we can leave for sweeter pastures," Regina cleaning her own fingers, not wishing to share her pet with anyone, let alone the desperate creature they had created here tonight who had responded to their display with wide eyes and panting breaths.
The slave stood no chance as both dommes made it their mission to break her. Emma wielding the wand, Regina alternating with a more physical attack and playing the clamps like a debauched symphony across already tortured nerve endings.
"Please!" The slave's cries growing more desperate, higher pitched until they were merely breaths panted out as she fell limp in her bonds, yet to find release.
"Such a pretty picture," Regina catching the slave's hair and using it to lift the woman's head, her pupils blown and eyes blinking as she tried to ground herself. "You'd make a fine addition to my pets but alas, I have my hands full on that count."
"Agreed, let's see how she looks when she breaks, shall we?" Emma flicking the wand on for a final assault teasing the slave with where she was going to next make contact. Inevitably she pressed the tip of the wand to base of the metal plug, the involuntary contractions spreading and sending the slave's body into orgasmic shock, fluid gushing from between her things as she locked up, spine arched, throat taut before she fell limp against the cuffs, eyes closed, head down. A quick check to her pulse point reassuring Emma the woman was fine then she was leading Regina by the hand from the room.
"Take care of her and give her a card for my club," Emma pausing to instruct Sarah who was waiting right outside the door.
"Yes, Mistress Swan," a polite duck of her head and she was gone, slipping back into the room and closing the door behind her.
"Now I'm taking you home so we can fuck," Emma husking in the queen's ear and for once the Regina did not object to her pet's forceful nature but allowed herself to be guided towards what she hoped would be the exit and further bodily satisfaction in Emma's bed.
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"We are to meet her in Miss Eva's rooms," the young wolf perking up at the thought of seeing the noblewoman.
"You really like her, don't you?" Belle frowning as she asked the question. The pair now walking swiftly through the palace hallways, leaving the bustle of the kitchen behind.
"I do, she's -, interesting," Greta admitting before a look of determination setting over her features. "But I belong to the Queen, with everything going on it's just been a while and -."
"You're in heat!" Belle resumed her earlier teasing only to receive a light shove from Greta as they approached Miss Eva's rooms. Both taking a moment to straighten their hair and clothing before Greta knocked and they waited to be summoned.
"Girl, with me. Greta you are to stay here and serve Miss Eva," Red instructing them as soon as they were bade to enter the room. Belle nervous but pleased to be accompanying her mistress and Greta curious as to what her day would hold.
As the door closed behind the wolf and her slave Eva glanced at the girl she had been left with. She really was beautiful, the faye observing the way the young wolf's eyes took in everything in the room before settling on her own.
"Eyes down," the command harsh and catching Greta unawares. "You've become spoiled without regular supervision, do you think that just because the Queen and Emma are away you are not a slave?"
"Uh, no -. No Mistress Eva," Greta catching herself, only now realising how true those words were. Since the Queen's moods had been so unpredictable she had been spending most of her time supervising Belle or running errands for Red and Cook, there she was superior to the palace's general staff, she did not submit to them, only to the inner council members. "I am sorry, I forget my place."
"Kneel, as Emma taught you," a delicate finger directing the slave to a fur rug in the corner of the room. "You will not move until I allow it."
"Yes, Mistress Eva," Greta immediately obedient and following instruction. Kneeling on the rug, facing the centre of the room, back straight palms resting lightly on her thighs and eyes down.
"Knees further apart, in-line with your shoulders," Eva frowning at the need to correct.
"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress," Greta taking a deep breath, she needed to concentrate, to please the noblewoman.
"Better," Eva noted dismissively, taking a seat at the table, ensuring the girl was positioned to her right side, not in her direct eyeline but easy to check if the wolf was doing as she was told. They sat in silence for over an hour, Greta's training allowing her to hold the position without any discomfort, deep slow breaths focusing her senses on her surroundings. She could hear the bustle of the palace, smell the fire burning and Miss Eva's unique scent. No! She cut herself off from indulging in the fresh wildness that emanated from the faye. It would not do to get distracted.
Eva glanced up, sensing a disturbance in the wolf's magical core, Greta's eyes were closed and posture tense.
"Are you alright?" Eva frowning, concerned for her charge's well-being.
"I -," Greta's eyes flying open at the question. "I'm unsettled," the wolf answering honestly, as she had been taught.
"What ails you, slave?" Eva approaching the kneeling girl but still playing the role of mistress, not friend.
"Your scent ails me, Mistress," Greta murmured, keeping her eyes down. "I find it very distracting and hard to block."
"I see," Eva's eyes widening at the confession, now she was closer to the wolf she could smell her arousal. "This is a problem, faye have stronger scents than humans and it seems that I have inherited this from my mother. I cannot alter that fact. It is not my problem to solve, slave." Her words making it clear that Greta was to blame as she moved away from the wolf, out of her line of sight
"Yes, Mistress. I understand," there was no emotion behind the wolf's response but her body was fighting for control.
"Here, this may help you focus," Eva now standing before the wolf. "Look at me." Greta looking up to meet amber eyes before glancing down to the black velvet cloth held in the girl's hands. "Hold still," Greta tensing as Mistress Eva covered her head with the hood, the thick cloth dulling sounds and offering some filter for the faye's scent. "Now relax, tell me when you are back in control. I know Emma instructed you on this," Eva knowing that Emma had taught the young slaves meditation techniques for such situations.
"Yes, Mistress." Greta responding, altering her breathing and re-settling herself into the correct posture. Nothing more was said, Eva returned to her chair and picked up the book she had been reading, Greta concentrated on regaining control of her raging hormones, and inner wolf.
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Next on The Collar
"Wait here, by the club. Don't follow me," Emma's words were soft but her tone was steely. Regina was confused until Emma began crossing the street, weaving in and out of the slow moving traffic.
"Can I help you?" Emma approaching the group of men from the side.