It's been an age, I know and apologise. I've not disappeared off the face of the earth but have been distracted with a new project that's not ready to share but I will let you all know when it is. For now though my focus is back on my existing stories starting with an update to this. Welcome to all my new readers, great to see you here and thanks for checking in here and on other platforms. Big thanks to those who have been replying to the negative reviews an uncouth, homophobic non SQ shipper had been leaving. It's much appreciated as I really don't care enough about their opinion to reply myself.
Here we go – brief recap for each section as usual...
Previously on The Collar
"Great, I'm leaving, re-locating overseas for the foreseeable future so contact Maggie if you need anything," Emma giving Maxine another quick hug. "Good luck, kid," a nod from the blonde, not wanting to crowd her. "Lottie, name's Lottie. Thanks, Emma," the nod being returned with unexpected information.
"Nice to meet you, Lottie," Emma chuckling, reaching for Regina's hand. "I'll come by and see you if I'm back and you're still around." "Yeah, cool. See ya," another nod and she turned back to listen to something Ty was saying and Emma took that as their cue to leave, once again standing on the sidewalk. "I haven't really got time to show you anything else, we don't have time to travel to New York or Paris," Emma opening the car door for Regina who slipped gracefully inside. "They are cities, both quite extraordinary in their own ways," Emma explaining as she joined the queen inside the heated car. "Shall we stop for lunch them head back to change? The event starts mid-afternoon and runs all night but I really should be there for the majority of it."
"Indeed, that sounds sensible," Regina still feeling out of her depth but trusting Emma to arrange their itinerary. "Ok, then," Emma pausing to direct the driver back to the apartment then sliding up the privacy partition, "let's go." "Indeed, that sounds sensible," Regina still feeling out of her depth but trusting Emma to arrange their itinerary. "Ok, then," Emma pausing to direct the driver back to the apartment then sliding up the privacy partition, "let's go."
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"Ready?" They were sitting in a limo fully dressed for the event they were about to attend. "Yes, dear," Regina replying, still a little breathless from the kiss they had just broken.
"Ok, before we go in you need one of these," Emma fishing around in her purse and retrieved a silver bangle. Regina withdrew her wrist before Emma could attach the bracelet.
"You will not mark me as owned!" The queen hissing, familiar enough with the style of jewellery to realise its purpose. "No! No -," Emma sighing as she was faced with an irate monarch, a relatively powerless one but still -.
"Look, I don't need one, everybody knows me here but they don't know you," Regina narrowing her eyes. "It's to keep you safe if we become separated for any reason, it marks you as mine, yes. But as my equal, my guest. Nothing more," The blonde explaining. "See it bears my sign," dark eyes narrowing again and seeing an elegant swan etched into the metal, nothing as fine as the jewellery she had gifted her pet but still tasteful and well crafted. "But a slave would wear a black band, not platinum."
"How do I know this is true," Regina questioning, still extremely wary. If they were entering a place where such protection was required then she needed to keep her wits about her.
"You don't, but you have to trust me. Just as I trusted you not to kill me when I agreed to our wager," Emma replying, catching the queen's gaze. "And because I want you to be safe. If anybody touches you I'll -," the growl was so intense Regina reached out and took the bracelet from her pet, a click signalling it was secure.
"I trust you." The queen confirming, voice firm and Emma blinked before dipping her head.
"Look at me," Regina made the familiar gesture of lifting the blonde's chin with her forefinger, green eyes avoiding hers until her thumb pulled down her pet's bottom lip then released it. "Don't be shy, it doesn't become you," she smirked and Emma laughed, a genuine sound that filled the slightly cramped interior of the vehicle. "I know, but it seems a hard habit to break around you, Mistress," the blonde winking before opening the car door and letting in a blast of cold air. "Let me show you my kingdom, Your Majesty." Regina stepping out of the car and looked up at the grand building they had stopped in front of. It was made of stone and had intricate details adorning it.
"It used to be a manor house, built around one hundred and fifty years ago for a wealthy businessman and his family" Emma commenting as she stepped forward, heels clicking on the paved driveway, sculptured trees and bushes casting silhouettes under the floodlights trained on the entrance. "It's a private club, don't worry. No unwashed masses here," she teased, Regina arcing a brow before joining the blonde and walking by her side as they approached the entrance.
"Mistress, Mistress Swan" the doorman bowing as soon as he saw Emma but greeting the both and assuaging Regina's fear that she may be considered a submissive. He was well-built and dressed in a tuxedo that tightened around his large shoulders. "Good evening, Douglas," the blonde greeting him with a smile. "Busy night?" She liked the facts before she entered. "Full-house, Mistress," he informed her. "There will be many pleased to see you here tonight," he added with another dip of his head. "Yes, I have been overseas but I do hope they are not too persistent," the blonde growling. "Indeed, have a good night, Mistress. As always, call and we will deal with any issues you may have." Douglas added as they passed him and entered the entrance hall, Emma turning for a final word. "Oh, you know I can take care of myself," Emma chuckling darkly. "And any who require disciplining." Regina took note of the conversation as she examined her surroundings. The space was opulent, comparable to her own area of her palace. A grand staircase faced them on which well dressed men and women were walking or holding conversations, to either side of the foyer were a set of double doors and the queen could hear some kind of music emanating from within each room. The décor was familiar to the queen and she approved, the carpet plush and everything she saw was of the very best quality from the plaster carvings to the crystal chandeliers that hung high above their heads.
"Ready?" Emma ignoring the curious looks she was attracting and handed her coat off to a valet who approached, a nod indicating Regina should do the same. "If anyone approaches you and you do not wish to engage them say you are my guest, the bracelet should take care of any problems though. "And the whole dark queen routine will fit right in here, don't hold back!" The blonde grinning and gestured towards the door on the left. "Shall we?" "We shall," Regina bowed her head in gracious acceptance of the invitation. "You may escort me inside," a royal hand was held out and Emma rested it on her arm, the doors being opened for them as they approached. "Of course, My Queen," was her lightly teasing reply. The brunette scowled but Emma could tell her heart wasn't really in it.
"So, you own this?" Regina waving her hand to encompass the vastness of the building they were standing in. "Partially, I'm part of a consortium with other investors but I hold majority shares for this particular club and oversee its management with it being in my city." "You hold much greater wealth than I ever imagined," Regina musing. "I'm a very wealthy woman but apart from a few luxuries I don't spend a lot of it," Emma shrugging. "And people pay to attend?" Regina eyeing up the outfits being worn, many would not be out of place in her own court and she felt comfortable in the dress Emma had selected for her, a tightly fitted corset with a long, tight skirt that pooled on the floor as she walked, It also t showed a great deal of leg at the front. She approved, highly. Emma providing kohl for her eye and a striking palette of red and dusk for her lips and eyes.
"Yes, the membership fee is astronomical but open to both dominants and submissives, many travel thousands of miles to attend one of the larger events such as tonight." Emma explained. "Plus there is a fee for using slaves or certain facilities. Oh, and there is also a hotel attached for the guests who have to travel or wish to engage a slave for a number of days." "A hotel?" The term was unfamiliar. "A room or set of rooms for rent, of the highest quality of course," Emma smiling. "I see," Regina was mildly impressed by the set-up, it was not dissimilar to the hospitality she laid on for her guests.
"Would you like a tour of the facilities before we decide how to entertain ourselves tonight?" Emma suggesting. "That would be preferable, yes," Regina sniffing. "Of course, My Queen," Emma taking her elbow and gently guided her back towards the enormous wooden doors on the right hand side of the main entrance guarded by another muscled man, this time wearing a leather harness and shorts, the two women pausing before entering. "Now, this is where you need to behave," the blonde whispering in the queen's ear. "This is where we will meet people who I do business with. Do not question or undermine me and we will be fine," the whisper had dropped to a growl as she spoke and Regina felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck rise at the tone. "I understand," The queen replying brusquely. "But if I have questions you will answer them." It was not a request. "I will, we shall act as though you are a potential member, that should work," Emma murmuring and gesturing for the doors to be opened for them.
As they passed through Regina noted that there was music playing softly, not lutes and fiddles as would play at her court but instead what she knew was called 'dance music' but at a much lower volume than at the club they had attended yesterday. She liked it, the beats akin to a heartbeat. The whole space felt more civilised and familiar and she began to relax. Emma feeling it too knowing it was because this was more the queen's style.
Regina scanning the dimly lit room, it was large, a similar size to her own throne room but set with several seating areas, an area serving drinks but what caught her eye was the plethora of slaves in attendance. Some serving their dominants but many simply stood around the edge of the room, all were scantily clad or in some cases naked. Regina also noting many already kneeling by their master or mistress and she also showed an interest in them. Many were older, obviously wealthy to even be here, but some surprising her and were highly attractive in their own right. She was also interested to see an almost equal mix of men and women with both opposite and same sex slaves by their sides.
"This is where the slaves gather to be selected by a dominant, the club has many slaves or owners may bring their own to play," Emma murmuring, wondering how long it would take -. "Mistress Swan," a slave approached and dropped to his knees, a blonde male with a clean cut jaw. "How may I serve you?" He asked respectfully. "Drinks," Emma replying "My usual and an apple martini, ensure we are never without," she ordered and the man left then and hurried off to carry out her command. "See anything you like?" She grinned wolfishly at the queen who simply raised a brow. "We shall see," Regina responded but Emma could tell she was curious.
"Come, let us see who they have here today," the blonde led the way but ensured she stayed only a step away from the queen, not wanting to test the brunette's composure just yet. "Mistress Swan," another voice called and Emma sighed. "This could be a long night," sighing and wondering why she had thought it a good idea to attend after such a long absence. "I am here on pleasure not business," Emma responding coldly to the greeting and she could feel the queen stiffen up as the exotically attractive dark haired woman approached. "Simply a moment to thank you for your work on my pet," the woman jerking on the leash she was holding, tugging at the collar which was fastened around a man's neck as he crawled beside her. "His stamina is greatly improved," she informed the blonde. "I am pleased to hear it, now if you will excuse me I am unable to socialise as I am giving a tour tonight," the blonde graciously excusing herself but not before she caught Regina glaring at the woman. "My apologies," a nod and they were left alone.
"Tell me who catches your eye," Regina was curious to know her pet's taste when given the freedom to choose, taking a sip of her drink as they were given access to a secured seating area, vacant except themselves. "Oh, let's do this properly," Emma raising a finger and a slave was immediately kneeling at her feet. "A parade please, I want to see what we have tonight," the blonde ordering. "Wait, who is your trainer?" Regina questioning harshly, the slave looking up to meet her eyes. The man answered, a name Emma recognised. "What bothers you?" Emma asking the queen, already knowing her answer but wanting to hear it anyway. "His posture is appalling," Regina sniffing, noting the slumped position of his back. "I was led to expect better than this, she continued brattishly.
"Indeed you were," Emma hiding her smile. "Report to the red dungeon for correction," the blonde commanding, pushing the slave away with the toe of her shoe. "Tell them I sent you. My guest was correct when she criticised your posture, you bring the club a bad name. Go!" She growled and Regina felt a familiar flush cover her body at her pet's authoritative actions. "Yes, Mistress Swan," a whimper and he was gone. "Will he go of his own accord?" Regina was curious. "If he knows what's good for him, we shall check up on him later," Emma promising and Regina nodded, not displeased by the idea. "Now, I'm interested to see what you look for in a slave, given the choice available here." "Oh, only one is worth my time," Regina purring, very pleased by the startled look her comment earned her from the blonde. "Focus, pet," the queen whispering, the first in long line of slaves came to stand before them. A rumble of warning from Emma released only a chuckle before two sets of eyes began to appraise the offerings.
"You need to work out more," Emma criticising the first male. "Yes, you are too weak to hold up to any significant punishment," Regina also commenting. "Extra hours in the gym, tell your trainer," Emma gesturing for the guard to make a note. Several more passed them by, male and female, most passing the inspection but several falling short of the standards Emma expected. "I need to have words with their trainers, they are being too lenient," she huffed. "See, this is what happens when I'm not around," the blonde bitching playfully. Regina shrugging one shoulder and ignoring the comment but was still intrigued by seeing Emma in her professional environment.
"Hmm," Emma hummed as a very nicely put together female approached. She was tall and slim with dark caramel coloured hair, an unusual but striking colour and it matched her complexion which was tanned. There was a spark in the girl's eye that attracted Emma to her. Regina frowning, seeing the same but not liking the interest her pet was showing in this woman. She did however, have to begrudgingly admit to herself that she would have picked the same one.
"Turn." The slave doing as instructed and turning on the spot, the eyes of both women fixed on her but the slave kept her own eyes down. "Nice musculature," Regina murmuring, finer than Emma was but she still looked strong. "Yes, good posture," Emma adding. "Have we found our pet for tonight?" She queried, turning to the brunette. Regina was very surprised by the question but nodding her consent. "I believe we have," the queen agreed and at that Emma clicked her fingers and the girl dropped to her knees, between them but facing them. Regina noting the envious looks of just about every other person in the room, dominant or slave.
"Look at me," Emma commanding, her voice cool and low, the one Regina had heard her use on the other slaves back in her own world. Attractive brown eyes turning to meet green. "Do you know who I am?" "Yes, Mistress Swan," the girl replied. Emma nodded before looking to Regina. "Do we want to know her name?" Regina sniffing, non-committally. "A name? Do they just not have numbers for the purpose of their training," the comment so typical Emma wanted to laugh but hid the desire behind her professional mask. Regina picking up on the slight brow raise and mirrored it with her own. When they had become able to read each other so well she could not recall but it was a useful tool, she mused.
Emma reaching out and grabbed the girl's collar, a tan leather, relatively narrow, no more than an inch without ornamentation but the leather was thick but soft from long wear. The girl gasping at the action and the blonde spent a moment stroking the leather before twisting it around so she was able to read the metal plate on the back. "One One Six," she read and Regina nodded, the information filed before she reached out to grip the slave's chin and inspecting her face, noting high cheekbones but the rest of her face less angular than her pet's, than Emma's.
"You've been a slave a while now?" Emma questioning, the girl's collar a good indication. "Yes, Mistress Swan," the words soft but clearly enunciated and Regina noting a different accent that the one Emma had. "Where were you before you came here, I know I've never seen you before," Regina watching the exchange intently, having picked up on the same things the blonde had. "No Mistress Swan. I have only been here two months. I was at Le Château in -." "In L.A.," Emma murmuring. "Yes, Mistress Swan," the slave did not seem surprised that Emma knew of her previous home.
"Why come here, why travel three thousand miles to come here?" The blonde was genuinely curious, dominants travelled to find good slaves, slaves not so much as there was generally a greater supply. Regina was silently shocked by the distance mentioned. Converting miles to leagues quickly in her head, that would take her past the Southern Kingdom and into the seas beyond.
"I wished to apprentice with you, Mistress Swan," brown eyes darkening and both Emma and the queen narrowing theirs as they reacted to the change. "Who were you with in L.A? Who was your most regular dominant?" Emma demanding, fingers slipping inside the collar, tightening it around the slave's throat so that she gasped. "Who?" the blonde snarling.
"I was favoured by Mistress Greyson," the blonde releasing the collar and pushing her away so the slave rocked back on her heels. Regina was startled by the sudden anger her pet exhibited but unsure of its origin. "Did you contract with her?" Emma asking after taking a deep breath to centre herself at hearing the name of her previous mistress. "For six months, Mistress Swan," the slave replying, head now bowed and eyes down. "Why me?" Emma's voice was now a low growl and a sound Regina found highly arousing but was still a little confused.
"Because she loved you but could never break you. She was unable to break me but I wish to find one strong enough. There was no-one strong enough in L.A or here, as yet. Women at least, I have a same sex clause in my contract," at that the girl looked up and Regina had a flashback to the first day she had spoken with her pet. The eyes holding the same resigned calm but also the fire. The slave's words also filling in the missing pieces for the queen, both women had been owned by the same pathetic excuse of a mistress. "No wonder you feel the way you do," Regina sniffing, "a weak but unskilled mistress by all accounts." Emma didn't bother to withhold her chuckle at that comment.
"Indeed," the blonde agreeing, sitting back in her chair just as another round of drinks arrived. "If only I had the time to instruct you," she commented as she took a sip of her drink, eyes roving the slave in front of her, taking note of the girl's breathing, changes in pattern and slight shifts in posture often the only way of reading the more skilled slaves. Ah, as she spoke she noted a slight shudder, disappointment maybe? Or was it resignation? "Unfortunately, I have been contracted overseas for the foreseeable future," Emma informing the slave and the girl looked up, her eyes filled with a strange desperation that caught the attention of both women.
"Why?" Regina questioning the slave direct and Emma was also very curious to know the answer. "Because, unlike you Mistresses, I will not be complete until I have found the one that can break me," she explained. The girl was a true submissive that had yet to fully access that part of her psyche but was self-aware enough to recognise this. Emma was quiet, Regina studying the blonde as she in turn studied the slave. Her pet was thinking, nothing visible on her face but the set of her body was relaxed and focused on the girl.
"Well, we have tonight and Mistress -," Emma pausing, "Black here is very experienced in such matters and may be able to shed some light on the problem." Regina enjoying the continued improvisation of her title but finding no fault in it. "Come here, girl," Regina beckoning that the slave should come closer and she obeyed, walking on her knees until she was by the queen's side. "Do you know what you need?" Sometimes a frank discussion was the quickest solution. "I just need more, Mistress Black," the slave replying and Regina sighed, looking over at her pet whose expression was stoic. It seemed they were similar cases, yet also so very different. She also saw the blonde's dilemma. Give her a taste in their time here tonight or not dangle that in front of her as a destination never to be reached.
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Red's wolf was close to the surface as she handled the collar, running her fingers over its smooth surface as she spoke to her slave. Wolf senses noting every reaction of the girl's body and the peak in her arousal when she agreed, she had no real choice but Red sensed no fight or discontent which made her wolf hum in approval, Belle was excited by the thought, aroused and when the girl fell to her knees in supplication her wolf howled its delight in the overt submission.
As Belle's hair was already up and plaited in typical amazon style the collar slid smoothly around her neck, Red clicking it closed, sharp teeth slicing the pad of her thumb open and smearing the almost invisible join in the metal with her blood.
"Good girl," Red cupping the slave's cheek, holding her, steadying her, their gaze linked and the collar glowing as the magic was activated.
Belle gasping as the metal rapidly heated then cooled, the weight unfamiliar but welcomed, oh so welcomed.
"How does it feel?" Red looking down at her slave, curious to know what impact it had on her. Belle couldn't answer immediately, her chest tight and breathing heavy as she battled through the emotions she was experiencing. "Take you time but be honest," Red giving her a moment to re-group, knowing herself how overwhelming the experience could be. It was quiet in the room for several minutes, the feint crackle of the fire soothing them both but no other sounds except their breathing able to penetrate the thick stone walls.
"I -," Belle's breath catching as she spoke. "Look at me," Red reaching down to hold the slave's chin so they made eye contact, holding her there firmly. Even that small action thrilling the slave, she had no idea how much being presented with the collar would affect her, how such touches of casual ownership would arouse her and send shivers of electricity through her nerves. "How does it feel," Red repeating but patiently, there was no rush and this discussion would aid in bonding her slave to her. The queen had demonstrated as much to her (when dealing with slaves she valued) giving them what they needed, sometimes wanted, ensured their loyalty and continued commitment to the role. The queen rejecting any slave that became too placid or complacent or addicted to her magic. The latter being the most common.
"It feels good, that you want me," Belle exhaling the words in a rush. "It makes me aroused and hot between my legs," Red growling and validating the confession with her nose. "I -." another hitch of breath. "I feel as though this is what I am meant to be doing. It feels right and whole and safe." Belle blinking, unable to break away from the wolf's eyes as she delivered her analysis. "Hmm," the noise vibrating from deep in Red's chest. "You wear it well. You must work hard but I stand by my promise that you will be well cared for unless a punishment dictates otherwise. Somehow I do not think you will object to that?" Red tilting her head, Belle's pupils becoming further enlarged at the thought. "No, Mistress Red." "Good girl. I also need you healthy and strong, I am wolf and you must be able to keep pace with me. It will be hard but I have arranged for Captain Braxas to have a trainer assigned." "Thank you, Mistress."
Red contemplating her next step. "You say it makes you aroused? Show me" Belle hesitating (but only to work out what her mistress might want as proof) then lifting the front of her skirt to expose the linen of her underwear which felt damp between her legs. Red observing silently but approving the action. "Take them off." The order followed and Red taking them from her slave, tossing them aside carelessly. "Go stand by the fire, on the rug," Belle doing as instructed. "Lie down, on your back." Red watching as her slave did as she was told, lying parallel to the fireplace atop the fur rug. "Good girl," Belle looking up at her mistress as she came to stand over her, one leg either side of her body "Hands above your head, you must not move them. Understood? " "Yes, Mistress Red," Belle agreeing, wondering, hoping -. "Show me how grateful you are," Red seeing no reason not to take full advantage of their location and lowering herself so she was kneeling above her slave's face, her own sex naked beneath her skirt. "You must pleasure me without using your hands," Red locking eyes with her slave, "you may make sounds but not speak. "Yes, Mistress Red," Belle gasping, feeling her own arousal spike and her sex swell and moisten at the sight above her.
After a moment 's pause, ensuring her slave understood, Red lowered herself down to her knees, settling her weight evenly, one hand going to tangle in Belle's hair, the other to pin her wrists together where they rested above her head. Belle was trapped, unable to move her upper body, caught between strong thighs, Red's sex directly above her but she was unable to - . "Please me." Red commanding with a growl, now resting her weight fully on her slave.
Belle's senses were overwhelmed. Red's musky but fresh scent all she could smell. The darkness and quiet as she lay pinned down, helpless and ready to be used for the pleasure of her mistress. If she could -. Red groaning as she felt the first stroke of her slave's tongue, tentative but there. "Good girl, that's it. Lick me, taste me." Red instructing, appreciating that the girl had never done this before. Her words were met with a firmer stroke and slight shift in her position pressing her against Belle's lips. Both moaning at the contact, Belle savouring the taste and Red enjoying the touch. "Use your tongue and lips, slave. Suck and lick and make me come on your face," Red growling out, rocking her hips slightly to add some friction, staring down at her slave, brown eyes staring up at her. "Keep them open," Belle blinking her understanding of the order.
Red was enjoying herself, it was a position she'd never been able to take before. The queen would never have reversed their roles in this way and Red's brief foray's with the amazons had not held any such intimacy. Watching her slave's eyes struggle to stay open as she was ridden was arousing, Red recalling her own experiences under the queen and how she herself had felt and what had enhanced the experience for her. Yes, Belle was hers to use but it would cost her nothing to target the slave's psyche as she did, possibly increasing both their enjoyment.
"Know you place, slave!" Red groaning and starting to ride the girl's face in earnest. No gentle movements, instead pressing down to gain the most contact and grinding down against her mouth, nose and chin, steady circular motions to which Belle could only add her tongue and lips when able. Hand in her hair either holding her still or roughly tugging her against the cant of Red's hips. The feeling of being enveloped by her mistresses pure sex, face coated by her slick arousal, (breathing dictated by the odd moments she would relent and let her slave take in air in gulping gasps only to be sealed back under her) was incomparable to anything Belle had ever experienced before.
"No!" A slap landing between Belle's legs, right on her cunt as Red caught her rubbing them together, attempting to gain her own pleasure in any way possible. The sensation burning through Belles body and only adding to her throbbing need. "This is about my pleasure not yours, slave," the wolf growling. "You will be punished for that." Belle's eyes widening at the promise, the threat not helping douse her arousal, only increasing it and she let out a muffled cry against Red's swollen sex as her breathing was restricted for the longest time yet, Belle going slightly light-headed, feeling the wet flesh pressing down over her nose and mouth before her mistress relented. Red's senses allowing her to judge exactly how long she cold press down without her slave passing out. A gulp of air and Belle was being suffocated again, still moving her mouth and tongue as much as she could despite the feeling of intoxication and constant drip of fluid escaping from her own body, pooling under her ass.
Grind, thrust. Hot, wet. Desperate, content. Everything was Red. Everything was her mistress.
"You exist only for my pleasure," Red growling, "you are but a vessel to please me. You have no worth except what I deem to give you. You are nothing, I am everything. You will be what I make you. You will obey me. You. Are. Mine!" The last coming out in a howl as Red's hips thrust their final staccato and she came, flooding her slave's face with hot liquid, running into her nose and mouth and down her cheeks and forehead. Belle felt her own sex spasm, Red's claims of ownership satisfying some unknown need and her body recognising it in the most carnal way.
A pause, both chests heaving, a small shift of Red's hips freeing her slave's mouth to allow a sharp inhale but Belle lay still, the majority of Red's sex still in contact with her face and she relished it. A badge of honour, a rite of passage.
After a few more moments Red standing, lithe body stretching as she once again stood above her slave. "On your knees, clean me," the wolf observing as Belle scrambled to her knees, hesitating briefly before clasping her hands behind her back then leaning forward to gently lick her mistress clean. "Good girl," Red's hands coming to rest in her slave's now mussed hair. "Relax, you did well," Belle closing her eyes and moaning, tongue still working but basking in the praise. "Such a filthy little slave. Such a dirty mouth. Such a pretty mouth." Belle flushing at the compliment.
"But such a greedy slave. On your feet. Time for your punishment," Red's words cool. Belle opening her mouth to protest (hadn't the suffocation been her punishment?) but staying silent. It was not her place to question her mistress and to be honest she had been enjoying the whole experience too much to consider it a punishment and her mistress obviously knew that. "Stand in the centre of the room," Red following her slave to the centre. "Arms up." Belle doing as she was told and raising her arms above her head, her mistress closing the padded metal shackles around her wrists and sliding in the locking pins. "Spread your legs." Belle obeying, eyes following her mistress as she retrieved a metal bar with a leather cuff at each end, those cuffs soon attached to ankles, forcing her legs apart. "That's because you couldn't keep them apart earlier." A nod and and Red was crossing the room to where the chain attached to the wall, winching it until Belle was resting on the balls of her feet, body stretched taut and hanging from the chain
"Good girl." Red standing directly in front of her slave, reaching up to cup her face with both hands, thumbs resting on Belle's lips before moving down her body to rest on the girl's shoulders, palms flat against warm skin running over her breasts (wanting to touch what was on offer, what was hers) pausing to feel their weight and toy with the nipples, her slave moaning as she did. Then down over stretched ribs and stomach muscles, ghosting over her hips and round to cup her ass, kneading the flesh there, eliciting another moan. Lastly Red slipping a hand between Belle's legs, the girl whimpering at the touch. "You're wet for me. Good girl," Red smiling as she played with her folds, light touches, harsh pinches but never going inside or touching her clit."You will stay here until I come and get you. Your collar will let me know if you are in distress or danger so do not fear. Do you understand?" Belle nodding. "Good girl. I'm proud of you." Well done. You were so good for me but I want you to think about why I'm doing this. Why you thought you deserved any pleasure. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress Red." Belle's voice firm despite her inner panic. How long was she going to be left? How would she manage as her muscles could already feel a light strain?
The hood her mistress pulled over her head was a surprise as it has been kept out of her line of sight but it was loose and smelled freshly laundered. Thick enough to block all light and deaden sound but trapping her mistresses scent inside from the essence still coating her face."Now wait." And with that Red left the room and her slave who was aching in anticipation.
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