Ok, here we go...this gets a little extreme but not triggery just in a 'remember this is fiction' kind of way. But, saying that I hope you enjoy it, it's my birthday so I thought we'd celebrate with a new chapter and this scene fit naturally here. The next chapter is pivotal to the entire story so I will get you that as soon as possible and will hopefully provide a lot of the answers you've been waiting for. I hope this formats ok after he glitches in the last chapter, please let me know if it doesn't. I will reply to your recent messages as soon as I can. - Edited for formatting 211019
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Previously in The Collar
"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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"This is my private room, no cameras, no mirrors," Emma explaining as the door closed behind them, obscuring any sign of their entrance. Regina scanning the room, red leather padded walls to approximately six feet off the floor then dark wood panelling continuing to the white vaulted ceiling, thick carpet lining the space with various antique draw units no doubt housing a variety of sexual paraphernalia.
"This is where you bring you clients?" Regina recalling the correct term and receiving a nod from Emma.
"It is, unless I'm travelling or they request a home visit, at a greatly increased cost of course," Emma smirking. "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. To not know what her dommes were planning was arousing and she wanted to be surprised.
"Yes," Mistress Swan's voice breaking the brief silence. "I can make that work, maybe those as well?"
"Agreed," the enigmatic and mysterious Mistress Black consenting. Mistress Black intrigued her, she was obviously wealthy, there was no mistaking that air of privilege she exuded and Mistress Swan genuinely respected her and did not address her coolly as she did with the majority of the members here (that she had witnessed in their short time together tonight) but holding true to what the other slaves had told her about Mistress Swan. They were in awe of her and jealous of any who had caught her eye enough to play with, those who had venerating their experiences and only perpetuating her desirability.
"Front or back?" Emma querying as she eyed the slave kneeling patiently and with perfect posture.
"Back, I want to fuck her throat," Regina stating bluntly and 116 letting out a quiet whimper. "She likes that idea. Let's see if she likes it as much when she's choking on it."
"Please! Mistress!" 116 allowing herself to beg knowing it would lead to punishment but not anticipating immediate and harsh slap across the face.
"Hold your tongue," Regina hissing, full on dark queen in her rage, Emma watching on with a cold smile, enjoying the unfettered actions. It would do them both good to let go of such things before returning, not that the queen would be limited in her actions but Emma certainly would.
"There that should be right. Up, on your back," Emma jerking the slave to her feet and pushing her back against a relatively narrow padded flat-topped bench. 116 boosting herself up and lying down on her back, her head hanging off the end, arms falling down to either side and the table length finishing at the tops of her thighs which was a little uncomfortable.
"Hold still, this will take a while," Emma's hand pressing against the slave's sternum as she spoke, not expecting a response but pleased when she went limp and pliant. "Good girl," Emma pausing to tweak a nipple then running a length of the soft red rope she had chosen through her hands, testing its weight.
"Be still," another light press to the same spot sending a shiver through the slave, her psyche reacting to the implied dominance of the touch. Emma taking note and smiling, she liked this one and now she could truly relate to the feeling of giving up all control to one stronger than yourself, to one who could truly dismantle you, break you and put you back together stronger than ever.
Regina watching Emma intently, inherently knowing what she was thinking for she herself had witnessed such surrender from her pet. It was silent in the room except for their light breaths and the sound of the rope sliding through Emma's fingers as she bound the slave firstly to the bench, at her hips and under her breasts. Next 116 lay still as Mistress Swan ran lengths around her ankles and then fastened her wrists and ankles together so they hung, joined at either side of the bench, it was secure and taut enough to pull her hips open leaving her sex fully exposed.
"You want 'more'?" Mistress Swan removing the blindfold and looking down into the slave's eyes. "You may speak."
"Yes, Mistress Swan. Please, I do," 116 locking her gaze on the dark green eyes above her that seemed to see right into the part of her that was desperate to be broken.
"Alright," Emma nodding and stepping back. "I'm leaving your eyes uncovered and there will be no gag. I want to hear you. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress Swan," 116 agreeing immediately, she wanted to be able to tell her mistress how much she was appreciated.
"Good girl," Emma reaching down to twist the slave's collar around, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of the leather under her fingertips before ensuring the metal ring was positioned at the back of the slave's neck and directly above a hole in the bench. "Is anything too tight?" Emma double checking her knots.
"No, everything is good," 116 confirming softly. Emma knowing she was good at what she did but considering what they were going to put the slave through it was best to make sure, plus she liked the way the slave spoke, softly but with confidence, not brash or cocky. She was showing nothing but respect to both Regina and herself; yes, that was part of the job description but this felt different, personal and she knew that if she asked any of the trainers they would most likely describe the slave as proficient but detached. Obedient but aloof, just as Emma herself had been.
"Hold the ball, drop it if you need to stop," 116 feeling a small rubber ball pressed into her palm (it was red but she couldn't see that) and gripping it firmly, the position of her hands allowing her to cup it so it would not drop accidentally. "Yes, Mistress." Emma nodding her acknowledgement.
"Now for the 'more'," Emma warning the slave as she reached for something just out her range of view, retrieving a roll of barbed (not razor) wire and holding it for the slave to see. "Do you trust me?" Emma asking. "Yes, Mistress," the swift reply with a slight spike of anxiety. "Good, I promise that this will not be near any arteries or veins, it will cut but it will not endanger you. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," 116 now highly sensitised just from the anticipation of being these womens' toy (she knew Mistress Black was sitting and watching but out of her sight) but not able to stop herself from flinching at the first touch of the cold metal as it was wrapped around her body, above the ropes on her hips and in slow circles from there snaking up over her torso to the underside of her breasts, if she took a deep breath the wire dug in as it bound her to the bench, spiking her with sharp pricks of pain but it was not breaking the skin, yet.
"Good girl," Emma praising and noting the flush of arousal now spread prettily over the slave's chest as she praised her. 116 had never had this reaction to a domme before, nothing they had said had really affected her, their actions yes but not their words. Never their words.
"We haven't finished yet," Mistress Swan warning and slipping out of her line of sight only to cause a whimper as she felt a cold, gloved, lubed up finger pressing against her ass. 116 relaxing and enjoying the touch even as the finger pressed inside her, it was something she was used to, enjoyed even especially when it was someone as attractive as Mistress Swan stretching her.
"You like that?"
"Yes, Mistress Swan. I do."
"You're enjoying it too much." The finger withdrawing, leaving her empty only to have a cold and hard object take its place, pushing against the outer ring. It felt spherical but she'd no point of reference to guess what it could be only that Mistress Swan was done being nice and had deliberately not continued with her fingers and was now forcing whatever this was inside her.
"Relax, you know what to do," Mistress Swan keeping up with the pressure and 116 forcing herself to relax and pushing out, opening herself as best she could, the pressure intensifying to a burning pain as she was breached then dulling to a pleasant thrum as a heavy metal sphere settled inside her.
"Good girl," the plug moving unexpectedly as it was tugged on and twisted so the pull was out and down but it was too large to exit without considerable force. Then a tugging on her collar, pulling it flush against her throat as a weight was clipped onto the ring at the back, another tug and both the pressure in her ass and on her neck increasing until she moaned aloud. She had a hook in her ass that was now attached to her collar, if she moved her head the hook in her ass moved and pressed against her outer ring, wanting to get out.
"Don't let go," Emma warning darkly, staring down on her her now fully prepared slave once again.
"No, Mistress," the slave gasping as Emma reached under the bench and gave a sharp tug on the chain she was using to link the collar to the anal hook, enjoying the slave's reaction. "If you let go you don't get to come and you don't get to come without permission. You have no idea how sorry I will make you if you disobey me."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good girl," another touch to the slave, this time to her cheek, Emma trailing her fingers over the darkening bruise before leaving her bound and wanting, dripping onto the bench below.
"Let me help," Emma crossing the room to where Regina was browsing Emma's selection of dildos, distracting the queen with a kiss to the back of her neck, slowly unzipping the back of her dress and moving her mouth over the bare skin as it was revealed. The dress falling to the floor unassisted leaving Regina standing in a black La Perla set that Emma had purchased her from the boutique.
"Hand or harness?" Emma whispering so as not to alert the slave to their intentions.
"Hmmm, hand I think," Regina reaching for a long, thick dildo and testing its weight. Emma opting for a harness that she fitted over her stockings after removing her dress and panties and leaving her topless as she had been braless under her dress.
"You look delectable, dear," Mistress Black complementing Mistress Swan and 116 ached with curiosity to see what was going on but she lay still knowing that to disobey now would mean a long, unsatisfied night for her. "Now, shall we?" Mistress Black stepping into view, taking a position directly behind the slave's head, 116 looking up to see Mistress Black looking down on her then reaching to prise her mouth open, fingers on her chin and pulling it open before those fingers pushed inside, pressing down on her tongue before sliding further down her throat mistress and slave maintaining eye contact as she did.
"She doesn't struggle," Regina commenting, admiring the slave's control.
"She knows better," Emma replying as she readied herself. "After you," the blonde smirking at her partner, Regina tilting her head in acknowledgement, bringing the dildo in her hand to the slave's lips.
"Look at me at all times," Regina commanding.
"Yes, Mistress," the obedient reply, 116 just wishing they would start their games and end the limbo she was in.
Regina grasping the dildo by the top of its shaft, it was smooth and red with a flared base and slightly bulbous head which she eased past the slave's lips holding it just inside her mouth, admiring the way it held her jaw open, enough to be a challenge for the slave and cause some discomfort if held for a long period. 116 relaxing as the woman above her slowly fed more of the length into her mouth until the tip was pressing against the back of her throat. "Swallow," Regina demanding, keeping up the pressure so when 116 did swallow the dildo slid smoothly down her throat, the feeling of it resting there, totally out of her control and sending a rush of endorphins through her body as she moaned around the length.
"Leave it there as long as you want, she can breath around it," Emma knowing the skill was one of many learned by the slave. "Drop the ball if you need to," the domme checking in to remind her slave she had an out if necessary. 116 blinking to confirm she understood but laying perfectly still, body pliant.
Regina was enjoying the slave's reactions as she fucked her throat at varying speeds, running her fingers through the loose flowing hair hanging down and tangling her fingers in it, tugging to deepen the angle of penetration. Having her where she wanted her Regina paused, smiling wickedly as she pinched the slave's nostrils closed, 116's eyes widening in panic as her air was totally cut off, light-headedness slowly creeping up on her.
"Behave," Mistress Black warning and 116 wasn't the only one to become aroused by the word, Mistress Swan letting out a growl, Emma remembering her own times at the queen's mercy and how good that had felt as she watched Regina toy with the girl. Mistress Black staring down into the slave's eyes, restoring 116's airflow and removing the dildo, allowing her to inhale deeply to clear the fog, the fog that made her clit throb as her blood was re-oxygenated.
"I thought I enjoyed it more when they struggled but I've come to see that total surrender can be just as arousing," Regina musing, exchanging a heated look with Emma who was now wanting full involvement.
Suddenly the bench was moving, tilting at an angle so the slave's ass was now positioned slightly above her head (Emma adjusting it to her waist height) and it was then 116 began feeling the push of Mistress Swan against her sex, the head of the dildo she was wearing was enormous and would not easily fit inside her, especially with the hook in her ass. A touch on her clit sending a shiver through her body just as Mistress Swan thrust inside her with brutal force, her body moving far enough up the bench to cause the wire to snag in her skin and the dildo in her throat slid down that little bit further.
The anal hook being pulling on the chain attached to her collar, 116 clenching around it to prevent it being pulled out and the tightening of her muscles only making Mistress Swan's thrusts more intense. She was full, stretched to the point of pain at both ends, her body held tight by the wire and rope, keeping her eyes open and on Mistress Black's above her was as big of a challenge as the foreign objects inside her, all 116 wanting to was let her eyes roll back and surrender to these powerful women, let them fuck her, let them own her.
Mistress Swan had promised more and she was so grateful that the promise held substance. Mistress Black's eyes left her for a second before returning but in that moment the two dommes must have communicated with one another and they both began to move at the same time, one withdrawing, the other going deep in a rhythmic push and pull, renting her body between them.
Mistress Swan hooking her arms under 116's knees, anchoring herself (putting pressure on the slave's ass and collar as she took the last of the give out of the chain connecting them) and thrusting even harder than before, each penetration pushing the slave's body into the wire and sending sparks of pain through her but that was only a counterpoint to the total euphoria she was feeling. Suspended in the sensations as she was fucked.
Mistress Swan once again brushing her clit and 116 moaning as loudly as she could around the cock in her mouth wanting to show her appreciation, then a hand sliding up her body and coming to clasp around her throat with enough force to intensify the pressure of the dildo currently buried there. Mistress Swan was fucking into her, deep smooth thrusts, sometimes pulling all the way out but most often not, just falling short but stretching her entrance around the head, fingers flexing on her throat as she did. The control was total, her body, her breaths, her very existence was in their hands as she was fucked into a hypnotic, hyper-aware state.
Regina admiring Emma's body as she fucked the slave, sleek muscles flexing and a light sheen of sweat appearing after a few minutes, the blonde intent on her task but eyes constantly roving over the slave's body, cataloguing its reactions. She was taking it extremely well, Emma impressed by the slave's control over her body, allowing it to be used so effortlessly and profoundly.
Regina becoming too aroused by the sight to continue as she was, deftly pulling the dildo out of the slave's throat and tossing it onto the nearby table only to step out of her underwear and straddle the slave's face, hands falling to rest on her breasts for support. 116 taking a few gulping breaths before being smothered by her mistresses hot, wet sex, eager mouth and tongue working her over, rationing the tiny breaths she was able to take and the lack of oxygen enhancing her experience, Mistress Swan's possessive hold on her throat remaining firm and a grounding point.
Emma and Regina met in a kiss over the slave's body, both women panting, Regina from arousal (the slave was highly skilled with her tongue) and Emma from a combination of the sensations building from the dildo embedded inside her, the visuals and exertion.
"Come with me," Emma gasping into Regina's mouth, urging her on, biting the queen's lip in a way she knew aroused the other woman and her free hand coming to toy with Regina's nipples adding just enough sensation to tip her over the edge. Emma hearing the queen's breath hitch in a way she had become extremely familiar with and letting herself go with a last flurry of deep, rough thrusts and coming hard just as Regina reached her own peak. The pair crying out their release into the kiss they still shared cresting before slowly coming down, foreheads resting together. Regina's legs were quivering as she pulled away and freeing the slave's mouth.
Her vision restored 116 looked up to see Mistress Black recovering from what felt and tasted like an intense orgasm, their eyes meeting and gaze being held before the dildo reappeared and was once again pushed down her throat, this time as far as it would go, Mistress Black stroking the bulge above where Mistress Swan was still gripping her neck and buried inside her. Mistress Black moving her hand away only to come to play with the open wounds, pressing at them, digging the wire in deeper and giving her no choice but to cry out around the silicone in her throat.
A nod and Emma reaching for the slave's engorged clit, feather light touches causing more cries to issue from their captive.
Suddenly there was everything. A hot mouth on each nipple, teeth biting down, fingers pinching her clit harshly between them and a flurry of sharp thrusts from Mistress Swan forcing a constant keen from her but she wouldn't let go, couldn't let go even though all she wanted to do was feel the intense release she knew was so, so very close to but forbidden. Suddenly there was nothing. 116 crying out in desperation, writhing in her bonds, not caring that the wire cut only that it was some kind of sensation.
"Come." Mistress Swan ordering, the command reaching deep into her psyche and allowing the release she craved. Emma and Regina watching the slave's eyes close, body lock and arch off the bench and into its bonds, muscles quivering as she hung there in euphoria.
"Come." Mistress Swan repeating the word and her body obeying, not as intense or prolonged this time but still very, very pleasurable, 116 relishing the physical reminders lodged in her body of her place beneath her mistresses.
"Come." 116 was close to meltdown but her body didn't care, it craved greater release, mind now losing focus, muscles weakening but still moving as the endorphins washed through her.
"Come." A desperate, anguished cry and spasm of her cunt and ass around the dildo and plug causing a flood of fluid to be pushed out and leak onto the bench, slowly dripping onto the floor, spent muscles relaxing and brain incoherent, unable to process the chemical overload.
The moment she saw the ball dropping from limp fingers Emma leaning forward to remove the dildo from the slave's throat and checking her breathing and pulse, two fingers resting gently against her neck as she sought the beat then lifting the slave's eyelids to check her pupils.
"She's fine, just unconscious," Emma ascertaining, pulling herself out of the slave and loosening the harness, letting it fall to the floor. Next reaching for a pair of wire cutters she cut through the wire and rope at all points leaving the slave's limbs hanging down either side of the bench. "Clean-up in my playroom," Emma pressing the intercom button by one of the two visible doorways that lead out of the room.
"Here," Regina taking the proffered robe, shivering with a slight chill now her body was cooling down. A knock on the door announcing the arrival of the club's medic and two trainers. "Check there's nothing serious and put her in my room, I'll patch her up," Emma instructing. "Yes, Mistress Swan," all three replying in unison and a couple of minutes later the slave was being transported via fireman's lift through the door to Emma's room.
"Come with me," Emma sighing tiredly once they were alone, she enjoyed her work but having being absent so long she was out of practice and it was taking its toll on her mentally if no physically. Regina following Emma through the door and finding it opening into a luxurious bedroom with a large four poster bed against the far wall, the slave was laid out on a table in the centre of the room. "We'll sleep here tonight. I'm tired," the blonde stretching out her back where her muscles were cramping, it has been quite some time since she's had such a workout. "I need to see to her first though," Emma nodding towards the slave's still unconscious body. "I wouldn't normally do it myself but she performed well."
"She did," Regina agreeing and knowing what a profound effect such attention could have on a slave after the fact.
116 flinching as she felt hands on her body, her brain too foggy to immediately recall where she was or what had happened.
"Easy," the soothing tones of Mistress Swan's voice rousing her. "lie still. I need to check your wounds." 116 doing as she was told, remaining limp as those strong, warm hands roamed her body with sure touches, the feel of fingers probing around her sex and ass sending a throb of arousal through her but allowing herself no more than a small moan. "None require stitches but I'm going to clean and dress them." Emma informing the slave, reaching for the pack of alcohol swabs and self-adhesive wound closure plasters the medic had left for her.
116 breathing steadily and enjoying the attention of her mistress, tracking her mistress as she moved above her, noting the expression of concentration as she did, her hands were sure and dealt with the cuts efficiently and with minimal fuss. Once she was done 116 felt her mistress toy with her collar.
"How long have you had this?" Mistress Swan querying, running the butter soft leather through her fingers.
"Four years, Mistress," 116 noting the surprise at the information.
"So, you're what? Twenty two?" Emma looking down and judging the slave's age as few years younger than her own.
"Yes, I bought this one when I signed up with Byzantium in L.A. When I hit eighteen," 116 replying.
"I bet you were popular?" Emma knowing that the younger women were always in demand. 116 opening her mouth to reply but closing it, not wanting to overstep. "You may speak freely, you've earned the right," 116 blushing at the praise
"As were you, I imagine?" 116 regaining her train of thought enough to continue.
"I was," Emma nodding. Regina content to observe their interactions, always curious about this side of Emma's personality. The one she kept hidden in her realm.
"Thank you," 116 blurting out, not wanting to let what may be her only opportunity to express herself pass by unmarked. Emma gazing down at the slave, fingers wandering to her throat and clasping it possessively.
"I've come across few as resilient as you," Mistress Swan commenting, flexing her fingers as 116 lay still beneath her, her other hand coming up to brush stray locks of hair from the slave's face and tucking it behind her ear. "Only a handful know what it means to offer complete surrender."
"They surrender to anyone so it means less," 116 cutting in, the two locking eyes for a several heartbeats before Emma turning to look at Regina but neither woman speaking.
"Sit up," 116 doing as she was told, Mistress Swan offering a steadying hand before moving away. "Here, drink," 116 taking the glass of water she was being offered by her mistress.
"Thank you," Mistress Swan nodding and watching the slave drink her fill.
"You will sleep in here tonight and will be released from service in the morning when we leave," Emma decreeing, Regina nodding her agreement when their eyes met.
"Yes, Mistress Swan," 116 agreeing, just the thought of being unbound from their service sending an unpleasant chill through her.
"In," Mistress Swan pointing towards a low but thick barred cage opposite the bed. 116 pushing down from the table, only then noticing how sore she was, her muscles aching and her ass and sex throbbing as she moved.
The slave dropping onto all fours and pleasing the onlooking dommes by crawling to the cage, both enjoying the way the slave moved, lithe and smooth as she crossed the room on her hands and knees. Mistress Swan keeping pace with her and holding the door of the cage open for her to enter. It was high enough to sit upright and long enough to lie down in but otherwise restricted in width to just wider than the slave's shoulders. She would be able to sleep on the blankets lining its base but enjoy no freedom of movement during her incarceration.
"Good girl, you've pleased us," Mistress Swan murmuring, reaching in through the door to pet the slave's cheek before closing and locking the door with a heavy padlock. "Now rest."
"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress Swan," the slave replying, settling down on her side arm bent under her head, pillowing it so she could watch the bed, only then noticing the scent of Mistress Black still coating her face.
Emma leaving the slave and rounding the foot of the bed to help Regina undress, sliding her robe off then removing her bra before slipping out of her own robe.
"Shower or sleep?" Regina pausing to consider the options then noting the tired set of Emma's shoulders.
"Sleep I think. Come," Regina peeling back the covers and sliding into the large bed, holding them open for Emma to join her which she did. Both women relaxing into the luxurious mattress, muscles aching but enjoying the contact of skin on skin. It didn't take long before they had migrated to their usual sleeping positions and falling asleep under the watchful eye of 116 stretched out in her cage.
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Next in The Collar
They were both settled on Emma's largest couch, each with a book in hand, music playing softly in the background and the fire blazing. An overall deceptively domestic scene. Or was it? And was that not the issue here? Regina musing, likening the setting to those quiet evenings spent in her chambers, the only difference being Emma's position as her equal, not her pet. "Emma, may I speak with you?" Regina's voice breaking the comfortable silence, green eyes raising, curious but calm. "