Hope you enjoy this landmark chapter. Never thought it would get this long (but then I never do) but we are entering the final act, I am trying to keep to a more regular schedule to get this beast finished. I mistakenly thought I'd already finished and posted the first half of this chapter as part of the last one so was diligently working on the one after...which means it's almost finished and I will post it asap. I couldn't resist borrowing some of my characters from another of my fics for cameos in this one, plus it's totally in character that they would be involved in the scene - edited due to a formatting glitch 09/04/19
Previously in The Collar
"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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"Have we reached a decision?" Emma raising her brow after a silent conversation taking place and Regina nodding decisively.
"We have."
"You're officially engaged as our entertainment for the remained of this event. Understood?" Emma's fingers hooking in the slave's collar to force eye contact.
"Yes, Mistress Swan," 116 feeling a thrill run through at the thought, thanking the gods that she was finally able to be of service to her idol and whatever else that may entail.
"Would you like to continue the tour?" Emma querying then downing the rest of her drink, now having a pleasant buzz going on.
"I would," Regina replying, ever curious about her Emma's life in this world and enjoying what she had seen so far today.
"Then we shall," Emma standing and straightening her dress watching as Regina did the same. "Come," Emma clipping a leather leash to the girls collar and beckoning for 116 to rise and follow, both fully aware of the envious eyes on them as they left the room.
"Emma!" A woman's voice calling across the hallway as they emerged from the slave gallery. Emma turning at the sound and Regina preparing herself for the unknown, an unknown that was familiar enough to address Emma by forename.
"Hey," Emma moving towards the young woman who was crossing the cavernous hallway towards her, Regina's observant eyes catching the curious and downright envious looks from varying sources that were cataloguing the interaction.
"Hey, you," Emma hugging the dusky skinned brunette who had greeted her. "Regina, this is Maggie. My lawyer," Emma introducing the two. Regina forcing herself to remain passive but the woman's exotic looks and obvious comfort with Emma sparking her possessiveness.
"A pleasure to meet you, Regina," Maggie holding out an elegant hand and Regina clasping it lightly as she had been told was the custom when greeting one of similar rank.
"Likewise," Regina's smile tight.
"And Regina is -?" Maggie fishing for more information, sharp eyes noting the tense set of Regina's body.
"My date," Emma shrugging but smirking wickedly. "
"Ok, wow. I can see why. You're a truly beautiful woman, Regina," Maggie's flirty compliment assuaging Regina, slightly. "Some have been trying for years but Emma's always been a lone wolf." Emma letting out a bark of laughter at the comparison.
"Oh, you have no idea," a shake of Emma's head and a look towards Regina for her reaction, Regina simply raising a brow and making no comment. "I wasn't expecting to see you today," Emma smiling widely at her friend (and probable past lover, Regina concluding)
"Oh, I didn't want to miss it. We've missed you in New York," Maggie shrugging, "plus I've been working here with my sister, she's been doing some filming and well -," Maggie smirking as the door opposite opened, three other (extremely attractive) young women emerging but it was the red-head standing out to Emma and Regina. "My sister, Austin," Maggie tilting her head and gesturing with her hand, indicating her relationship to the tall, very familiar red-head they had met at the club. Met and fucked.
"When she showed me your card, how could I resist dropping by? It was only when she saw your name on the card that she asked if it was you, I know you've never met at any of the parties before, she's always been travelling for shoots," Maggie chuckling, beckoning for Austin to approach. Austin eyeing the pair of dommes warily but holding herself tall, close to six foot if not more in her heels. She really was stunning, both Emma and Regina fully appreciating the red cocktail dress, black Louboutin heels and overall 40's glamour look Austin was rocking. She would look perfectly at home in any period movie or costume drama "Aust, I believe you've met Emma and Regina?" Maggie smirking at her sister's unusual lack of verbosity.
"I recognise you!" Emma suddenly making the connection. "You model, I saw you in Vogue. I thought you looked familiar."
"Yes, I've done a couple of covers now," Austin straightening, confidence infusing her and changing her whole demeanour.
"She's acting too, I'm her manager and like I said, she's been filming here."
"Wow," Emma genuinely impressed. "Maggie mentions you a lot I just never made the connection."
"Why would you?" Austin shrugging and grinning. "I mean, she's a midget," Maggie mock scandalised by the insult.
"Austin looks like our mom, she used to model. Our dad is Brazilian hence me," Maggie giving a shrug, obviously used to her sibling's insults.
"Well, you're both gorgeous," Emma winking. "I've never done sisters before, that I know of," both of said sisters looking mortified as they exchanged disgusted looks and confirming Regina's suspicion that Maggie and Emma had definitely been lovers.
"Emma!" Maggie swatting her with her clutch in a token fit of pique.
"You're here with friends?" Emma grinning but changing the subject and nodding towards the other pair of women Austin had been walking with.
"We are. Kate!" Maggie calling to catch their attention. The raven haired woman looking over and reaching down to tug her companion's hand. "Come meet my friend," Maggie beckoning. "This is one of my favourite clients, Emma Swan, she's part owner here. Addison and Kate," Maggie introducing the couple. "We've been friends a long time. Kate and I used to date but they've been together years," Maggie explaining a little of their extremely complex history.
"You're from LA as well?" Emma querying as she assessed the newcomers and knowing Maggie's home town. Addison a pale, aloof brunette and Kate was even paler with dark eyes and long dark hair hanging in thick waves down her back, slim but lusciously curvy, her blood red corset and black leather pants showing them off to perfection. "Yes but we have a company in New York now, we moved when we went to Columbia the year after Maggie but it's nice to finally meet you," Addison taking the lead (surprisingly for those who knew her), shaking hands with Emma and then Regina, both sets of eyes flashing down to the band Addison wore, spotting a matching cuff around Kate's denoting the dynamics in their relationship, Kate being the sub.
"We're members of Byzantium New York but thought we'd visit Maggie and Austin and have a change of scenery."
"And when Austin told us about her night well -, how could we resist?" Kate cutting in with a surprisingly husky voice and dark chuckle.
"Kate!" Austin smacking her on the arm. "Excuse them, they get a bit bratty sometimes."
"Speak for yourself," Addison raising a disaffected brow at the generalisation but Maggie just rolling her eyes.
"I'm glad you're here tonight. I've heard Ash and Spencer talk about you so do Ky and Mads but it seems that our schedules have never coincided when I've visited them." Emma referring to their mutual friends.
"Mmmm, it's a small world when you move in certain circles, I know Ash borrowed some of your girls for her club that time," Addison recalling.
"She did and speaking of clubs, I've been overseas for a while so if you notice anything that needs improving let Maggie know if I'm not around. Certain things have become a little lax in my absence it seems," Emma frowning, extremely unhappy with certain elements of her visit.
"I'd noticed. We need to talk," Maggie turning serious and prodding Emma firmly in the chest with her forefinger.
"I'm here until tomorrow," Emma exchanging a quick glance with Regina, the queen nodding but feeling totally out of place amongst these younger (and incredibly beautiful) women.
"Ok," Maggie replying slowly, knowing there was much more going on that was being said.
"It was nice to see you but I have things I need to see to," Emma jerking the leash in her hand and bringing attention to the slave kneeling by her side for the first time. "Everything's on me tonight, for all of you," Emma briefly making eye contact with those present. "Rooms too if you're staying over?"
"We are, we booked a suite," Maggie confirming. "Thanks, Em but keep the cash. We have more than enough and I know what you spend it on. See you around," a brief kiss to her cheek .
"I'm sorry about that, I wasn't expecting to see her here today," Emma apologising to Regina as Maggie left, the others bidding their polite farewells and Austin giving them a lingering look as they followed leaving Regina and Emma watching them head up the stairs.
"And yes, I have slept with her," Emma growling, sensing Regina's silent ire but realising that could have gone a lot worse than it did. "But thank you, for keeping your promise."
"This is your place of business and I said I would respect that," Regina sniffing, feeling slighted that Emma thought so little of her word but easily placated with a kiss to the lips.
"You can be a bitch but you're an honourable bitch," Emma teasing only to receive a patented evil queen glare.
"I must admit they were interesting company," Regina sniffing but being honest despite her possessive nature.
"They are interesting people. Maggie is my age but her parents are successful lawyers in the entertainment industry -."
"Like Tevee?"
"Yes, and movies and music. They are extremely wealthy as a family and Maggie's extremely intelligent but appreciates the darker side so she's perfect to monitor the business side of things of my personal affairs for me. The others I mentioned are all her close friends who live in New York and they invest in the branch there as well the sister shelters to the one I sponsor," Regina raising her brows at that and thinking their wealth must be considerable as was their benevolencey.
"I've been to a few parties they've hosted but I've never met her sister before, she travels a lot but the publication she mentioned is the most prestigious beauty magazine in the world. It's an unachievable goal for all but a handful."
"Indeed, her beauty is highly notable. How did you meet this Maggie?" Regina extremely curious to know more.
"In New York, the largest city in the US," 116's ears perking up at that, what English speaker hadn't heard of New York? "I was doing some events in conjunction with a club there and and we got talking."
"You mean fucking?" Another sniff from Regina which Emma acknowledged by placing her hand on the queen's lower back, the contact settling Regina.
"Yes, but I enjoy her company for many reasons, she's well connected, highly intelligent and just fun to spend time with."
"So you are also friends as well as business associates?"
"We are, although she appreciates that my job means I might not be contactable at times but I can tell she's been worried. I need to talk to her before I leave. Are you alright if I invite her to my apartment in the morning. We can leave right after?"
"Yes, if you think it necessary then of course," Regina being made aware of yet another facet of Emma's life in her world.
"Ok, I'll have a message sent up to her room," Emma gesturing for one of the attendants. "Pen and paper, now." The requested items being procured within a minute and both dommes impressed when the slave rose to present her back as a writing surface. "Here, take this to the reception desk in the residential wing and have them deliver it direct to Mistress Alves' suite. Meet me on the first floor by the exhibition room."
"Yes, Mistress Swan," 116 dipping her head and leaving to do as bid.
"Shall we?" Emma holding out her arm and Regina linking hers to be led up the sweeping staircase, thick red carpet springing under their shoes, not unlike the hallways of her own wing in the palace. The queen fascinated by her surroundings, they were extremely opulent and the people they were passing greeting Emma respectfully. It seemed that here Emma was the queen of her own castle. The top of the stairs opening out into a reception and bar area where more guests were mingling, some watching a bank of television screens on the far wall showing various scenes underway, catching Regina's attention before Emma interrupted.
"This way," Emma leading them off to the right. "To the left is the accommodation wing, down here are the exhibition rooms where the club puts on various demonstrations and shows. I would usually be expected to perform at least one scene but as I wasn't expecting to attend this event nothing has been booked for me."
"I'm not sure whether to be disappointed by that or not?" Regina musing.
"I don't know, I have some ideas for our evening's play."
"As do I, Emma," Regina's attention caught by the rooms they were slowly passing. Each room was large, its doors open and in each crowds of varying sizes were gathered to watch the show.
"I'll take you down to the dungeons later," Emma promising.
"That intrigues me," Regina admitting and Emma smiling at the response.
"Of course it does," a chuckle and a shake of Emma's head accompanying her words. "Each room has a camera and that's what you saw back in there," Emma gesturing with a brief nod of her head back the way they had come. "But, most prefer to view in person, after all that is what they're paying for."
"Indeed," the queen agreeing. "One wants one's moneys worth."
"Mistress Swan," 116 returning to kneel on one knee before them, eyes down. "The message will reach Mistress Alves as soon as she returns to her rooms. Would you like me to bring you more drinks?" The slave's tone cautious, noting the lack of drinks in their hands.
"Yes, the same again," Emma ordering, knowing she should have picked up on their previous request. If not she was wasting their time, a nod and the slave left, rising gracefully to her feet and both dommes watching her go. "Here," Emma drawing Regina into the doorway of one of the rooms where a man was naked )except from a leather hood) and tied face forward to a large X shaped wooden frame. He was being whipped and crying out as each lash hit.
"He is a poor comparison to you, my pet," Regina leaning to whisper in Emma's ear.
"I did not get where I am by being weak," Emma turning fierce eyes on the queen.
"You did not, and everything I see here proves it, had you not already proven it to me irrevocably before now." Emma frowning but accepting the words for the compliment they were intended as.
"Mistress Swan?" An older (but still very attractive) woman approaching and catching Emma's attention.
"Yes?" Emma recognising one of the trainers.
"A matter requires your attention." Emma frowning at the interruption.
"Seriously?" Emma growling. "I'm not one the roster tonight."
"I realise that but it appears to be of a more personal matter, the woman looking nervous and avoiding eye contact.
"Personal?" Emma's brows raising, walking out into the hallway to avoid being overheard by the guests now crowding the room.
"Yes, Mistress. It seems there has been a misunderstanding and your presence is required to resolve it." Emma inhaling in an attempt to avert the headache she felt looming.
"Where?" "The atrium." Emma nodding. "This shouldn't take long," Emma addressing Regina direct. "Do you want to stay here or -?"
"I shall accompany you," Regina deciding to see for herself what all the fuss was about.
"If you'd follow me, Mistress Swan?" Emma following her employee down the hallway, stopping when she saw what the issue was. Their slave was restrained by two of the security team, she was standing between them (each with an arm linked with hers) and a small crowd had gathered. Emma nodding her head towards a door set in the near wall, it led to an ante-room she knew would be empty and her priority was taking whatever was going on away from the eyes of her guests.
"Explain!" Emma demanding once the door closed behind the small group, not wasting time with pleasantries.
"I believe one of our guests wished to engage 116 and she refused their request," the trainer speaking up.
"Which she has every right to do," Emma's brow arching questioningly.
"What happened?" Emma going direct to the source.
"As Mistress Nyung said, Mistress Swan. I politely declined his request, explaining I wasn't free to consider his request but this angered him and he grabbed me. I pulled free and he slapped me," the slave turning so that the reddened skin of her left cheek was visible.
"He what?" Emma snarling.
"He slapped me," 116 repeating.
"Get me his file, now!" Emma holding out her hand, the trainer tapping at the screen of the tablet she held before handing it over. "I see. Where is he?" Emma's tone cool but eyes dangerously dark.
"I thought it best to ask him to wait in the private bar whilst we consulted with you," the trainer replying, dipping her head.
"Alright," Emma sighing. This was not how she had envisioned her evening going. "Please, come with me," Emma requesting the slave's presence with her. "Mistress Black?" Regina nodding and stepping to Emma's side, preceding the slave out into the hallway and back towards the small bar area at the opposite end of the hall.
"Mr Marks, I'm Emma Swan, the owner of Byzantium Boston. I believe there has been an incident this evening?" Emma introducing herself to the young, blonde haired, relatively good-looking, red-faced man standing by the bar, shadowed by one of Emma's security team.
"Yes, there damn well was!" He was obviously angry, puffing out his chest as he confronted Emma. "That slave was out of line. I demand that I be allowed to discipline her!" Emma's brows raising at that.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible, Mr Marks," Emma refusing to dignify him with a 'Sir'.
"I refer you to the terms of your entry tonight and remind you that you signed a contract. That contract states that any activity with our submissives must be pre-agreed by both parties, both consenting parties." Emma raising a brow, waiting for his response.
"I was led to believe that this club of yours didn't play by the same rules as the others. I'd heard that anything goes," was his blustery retort.
"Oh, once consent has been secured anything does go but I'm afraid you missed out the most important step," Emma keeping her tone neutral, used to dealing with fragile male egos. "If you would apologise to the slave you injured you will be allowed to stay for the rest of the evening, under supervision. If you decide that is not something you want to do then your membership will be revoked and my security team will escort you from the premises," Emma laying down her ultimatum.
"You can't do that, I paid a fortune to be here tonight and I haven't fucked anything yet! This is outrageous!"
"No, Mr Marks," Emma standing to her full height, taller in her heels and stepping closer to him. "What is outrageous is your refusal to apologise. So, I assume we're done here? Leave now or we will throw you out and make an example of you," the threat hanging between them before he took a step back, turning away from Emma and brushing imaginary lint off his suit jacket.
"You'll be hearing from my lawyers," he spat over his shoulder before striding towards the exit of the bar.
"Margaret Alves, pleased to meet you," Maggie suddenly entering the room and appearing in his direct path, holding her hand out in introduction. "I represent the Alves family practice and I'm Mistress Swan's personal lawyer." Maggie smirking, watching him pale before disappearing through the doorway, no further retort forthcoming. "So nice to meet you!" The lawyer calling after him.
"Keep close until he leaves," Emma instructing her security guard. "Try to be discreet but if he makes a scene throw him out."
"Yes, Mistress Swan," the obedient reply before leaving them alone.
"Spot of trouble?" Maggie querying innocently "I was on my way up to my room when I heard the whisperings and thought I'd come check it out."
"Nothing I couldn't handle," Emma shrugging. "Drinks," an order to 116 still by her side, "and a dirty martini for Mistress Alves."
"Yes, Mistress." The dommes taking a seat (at Emma's suggestion) in padded chairs around a small table near the bar. The room now empty except themselves, 116 and the bartender.
"Maggie's family's firm are notorious in the legal profession," Emma explaining to Regina who was once again taking stock of a new facet of Emma's life in this world. "Notoriously hard to beat that is," Emma clarifying. "They don't whisk offenders away to their dungeon and take matters into their own hands," the explanation a pointed dig at Regina's favoured method of dealing with the people who wronged her, or her slave.
"We come from different worlds," Regina defending herself.
"Where are you from? I can't place the accent," Maggie asking, more and more curious about the woman Emma had taken up with.
"A kingdom across the sea," Regina responding vaguely and hoping the geography of this world allowed for such.
"Europe, Regina is a member of one of the European royal families and prefers to keep a low profile. It's fine, I trust her," Emma interjecting before Maggie could question her further but Regina finding herself under the scrutiny of shrewd, dark eyes but no further comments came from the lawyer and the tense silence was broken by the return of 116 with their drinks.
"Leave," Emma calling out to the bartender who nodded before leaving and closing the door behind her. "Kneel, show me your face," Emma's order following the distribution of the drinks had 116 on her knees, cheek turned towards her mistress.
"What happened?" Maggie curious and concerned.
"She refused his not so polite request for company so he struck her," Emma frowning as she took the slave's chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting it to better catch the light. "It's bruising," Emma purposely pressing on the darkening skin, increasing the pressure until the slave hissed but all the dommes noting the darkening of the slave's eyes. "It's not serious."
"But it's the principle," Maggie adding.
"Indeed," Emma agreeing and releasing her hold on the slave.
"Hold out your hand," 116 obeying Emma's command, slender arm being extended and held towards her mistress. "There," Emma clipping shut a black metal wristband she had retrieved from her purse, Regina noting it was marked with a swan, Emma's mark, a duplicate for her own band except in colour. "You're marked as mine now." Regina noting the possessive inflection in her pet's voice and found it -, provocative. "That will deter any further advances."
"If they know what's good for them," Maggie chuckling. "I can see why you picked her. She is beautiful but I shall leave you to it, I have a very desperate yet delectable specimen of my own waiting for me in my suite," Maggie rising from her seat and throwing the rest of her drink back. "Have fun," the lawyer winking over her shoulder and adding a swing to her hips as she left the bar.
"You are aware that you are not permitted to speak of anything you overhear?" Emma reminding 116 of the terms of her contact and also serving to make Regina aware of the fact.
"Yes, Mistress. I am." "Good," Emma nodding and turning her attention to Regina.
"I'm sorry about that. I was hoping we could enjoy our evening without the interruptions of business."
"I appreciate that you had to intervene. It was enjoyable seeing you work," Regina's inflection hitting Emma's libido.
"Hmm, an inconvenience keeping us from more pleasurable pursuits," Emma retorting hand fisting the hair of the slave kneeling between them and pulling her head back sharply, exposing her neck and forcing eye contact. "What shall we do with you, hmm?" The question rhetorical but still eliciting a moan from the slave.
"Whatever you want, Mistress," 116 gasping out as a thrill of excitement ran through her.
"Mistress Black?" Emma open to suggestions.
"I have some ideas," Regina eyeing the desperate slave critically. "Show me what is at our disposal."
"As you wish, Emma standing and tugging on the slave's hair as she did. "Up, follow," Emma beckoning and the slave falling into place behind her, Regina joining her.
"Wait!" Emma stopping before she had taken three paces and turning towards 116 and taking a moment to observe her, taking in the erect nipples, flushed chest and dilated pupils and securing eye contact before sliding the flat of her palm down the slave's toned stomach muscles (which twitched involuntarily at the contact) and into her underwear. "She's wet," Emma informing Regina as her fingers met the moisture gathering between the slave's thighs, a hitch of breath the only reaction from 116 as she felt Mistress Swan's fingers graze her clit.
"See," Emma withdrawing her hand and spreading her fingers, the evidence stringing between her fingers and making them gleam in the low light. Regina watching, fascinated, as Emma pushed them into the slave's mouth, pressing down on her tongue to force it open. "Clean you mess off," Emma ordering and the slave moaned, closing her lips around her mistresses fingers and sucking gently and using her tongue against them, making sure they were thoroughly clean.
"Good girl," Emma praising still looking her in the eye, hooking her fingers over the slave's teeth and pressing down to open her mouth, the slave standing with her mouth forced open panting lightly at the casual show of dominance. She liked this, Mistress Swan was subtle but powerful, she had no need to prove herself as every interaction reminding 116 that she was there for the pleasure of her mistresses and no other reason and that felt -, right.
"She's drawn to you,"Regina remarking softly as she began to circle the slave, "she wants you to break her." The slave's whimper caused by those words and the sharp scratch of Regina's nail down her spine.
"Mmm," Emma stepping right up against the slave and leaning it to nip her earlobe sharply with her canines, tugging the flesh before releasing it then biting savagely down on her collar bone. Regina letting out a delighted chuckle at the act and the shocked cry the slave gave out as her skin was pierced, knees buckling in pain and pleasure before catching herself and straightening back up.
"And she's strong," Regina murmuring and pressing up behind the slave, nails digging into her ribs. "But is she strong enough for you to let out all those repressed -, urges?"
"I don't know," Emma's voice low and rumbling with thoughts of how truly rough she could be flitting through her mind.
"Come," Emma hooking her finger through 116's collar and tugging before releasing it then walking to the corner of the room and pressing her hand against a carved panel, a click and a hidden door swinging open to reveal a corridor, dark until the motion sensors were triggered by Emma's first step. The corridor was narrow but interspersed by small windows set at regular intervals on both sides, each revealing a different room, some empty and some occupied with scenes being played out. Regina catching fascinating glimpses of dominance and degradation as she passed.
"The glass is mirrored on the other side, they can't see us," Emma pausing to explain as they passed a particularly interesting scene, two female slaves with their torsos strapped together on a leather bench straddling its width, chest to chest, arms cuffed behind their backs and their mouths both gagged with ball gags strapped around their heads. To one side stood a woman dressed in black leather wielding a riding crop which she lashed out with sporadically, catching the slaves unaware and making them jump with the sting of the impact.
"Watch," Emma resting a hand on the frame of the glass at head height and leaning in to get a better view. The domme reaching out to press a button on the black box she was holding and the slaves suddenly struggling in their bonds, the domme speaking but they were unable to hear her words through the thick glass but the slaves immediately stopped moving, one letting her head fall back and the other forward so it was resting on her companion's collar bone.
"What is happening?" Regina unable to ascertain the purpose of the set-up.
"There is a phallus inside each of them powered by electricity that impales them at a rate controlled by their mistress with the box she holds, it fucks them and their clits will be rubbing against one another's" Emma explaining but 116 confused as to the simplicity the explanation, the use of electricity would usually be implied not specified and 'phallus' was a rather archaic term, wasn't it?
"I imagine she will punish the slave who climaxes first," Emma reasoning.
"Intriguing," Regina nodding her understanding. "May we watch?"
"Of course," Emma nodding her agreement and all eyes now intent on the scene playing out. The mistress choosing to become more involved as though sensing her audience, circling the bench, lashing out with the crop but also toying with their flesh, particularly their exposed breasts and occasionally forcing her hand between them to stimulate their clits, each touch adding to the slaves' struggle.
"Which do you think will climax first?" Emma raising a brow as she turned to Regina. The queen taking a moment to study the two bound women, one blonde and pale, one black haired and beautifully dark skinned, both covered in a light sheen of sweat and panting, faces screwed up in their efforts not to give into the pleasure they must be experiencing.
"The light-haired whore," Regina sniffing, "she's already trembling, she won't last more than a minute." Emma nodding but not contradicting her, having reached the same conclusion so they continued to watch in silence until proven correct, the slave shuddering and coming with what was probably a cry muffled by the gag and slumping forward against the other woman. The mistress speaking to the other slave as she stroked her cheek, likely giving her permission to come which she did, tossing her head as the sensations ran through her.
"Good call," Emma smiling at Regina who just looked smug.
"How will she be punished?" Regina wondering aloud. "Shall we wait to see?" Emma raising a brow and waiting for assent, "Mmm, yes I would like that," Regina nodding but turning her attention back to the show. The mistress freeing the disgraced slave and throwing her to the ground where she fell, unable to right herself with her arms bound behind her. A few shoves with the toe of her boot had the slave positioned as she wanted her, rolled over awkwardly onto her back then turning and ignoring her in favour of the other slave who she freed and helped to stand then pushing her down to kneel before her. A fist in the slave's hair pulling her in towards her sex where the slave proceeded to bring her to climax with her mouth, the whole scene captivating as was the mistresses expression of ecstasy.
A few moments after her orgasm she pushed the kneeling slave aside (the wetness of her face visible to the voyeurs) and going to stand over the prone, disgraced slave, feet planted either side of her before speaking, the slave appearing to try and beg in response but whatever she tried to communicate failing to halt the stream of urine that fell on her, the slave lying still under the flow, knowing her place as it splashed on her face, hair and chest and into her mouth and eyes. Once the mistress was done with the degrading the favoured slave was required to lick her mistress clean.
"Interesting, but this has only whet my appetite, " Regina turning to appraise 116 who had become extremely aroused by the display they had witnessed and standing tall under the scrutiny, hands clasped behind her back.
"Come then," Emma continuing their journey and leading them to the end of the corridor, Regina catching glimpses of all kinds of bondage and consensual torture taking place, amongst other things -. Was that a man dressed in swaddling? The queen shaking her head and passing by to catch up with Emma who had opened a door at the far end of the passage.
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Next in The Collar
"I have everything I need here, I doubt you will find it lacking, the blonde gesturing around inviting Regina to take a look. "See what you fancy. You," Emma's attention turning to 116, "kneel and be silent while we decide what to do with you." Emma retrieving a leather blindfold from a nearby rack and buckling it behind 116's head, rendering her sightless and exciting her.