"Olivia!"
Olivia had just sent Alex off to fetch a carton of eggs when she heard her name being called. She looked over and saw her friend, Mistress Amanda Rollins, coming toward her with her submissive, Casey Novak, trailing behind her pushing their cart.
"Hey, Amanda. Successful shopping trip?" Olivia noted that their cart was nearly full.
"Well, I figured while we were out and about running errands, we might as well stock up on groceries."
"Good plan. And are you being a good girl today, Casey?" Olivia smiled kindly.
"I'm doing my best, Ma'am." Casey smiled, glad to be acknowledged.
"I think little miss Casey and I are going to go home and have a conversation about unnecessary road rage in the middle of the grocery store." Amanda looked at Casey pointedly.
"Yes, Ma'am." Casey pouted.
"Ma'am, can I have- oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." Alex apologized quickly when she returned with a carton of eggs in her hand and realized that Mistress Amanda and Casey were there talking with Olivia.
"That's okay, Alex. We need to be going anyway. Come on, my little troublemaker. There's a hairbrush at home with your name on it." Amanda directed Casey toward the check-out line.
"What did she do?" Alex asked when Amanda and Casey were out of earshot.
"Something about road rage," Olivia shrugged, "what were you trying to ask me, sweetie?"
"Can I have this, please?" Alex asked hopefully, holding up her favorite chocolate bar. She knew better than to try to sneak anything that wasn't on the grocery list into the cart without Olivia's permission. Doing so would result in a trip to the store's restroom for a very hard bare bottom spanking.
"Yes, you may, princess." Olivia smiled lovingly, unable to help herself. Alex was just too cute when she was asking for something that she wanted and Olivia couldn't help but give in to most of Alex's requests. She loved to make her sweet little submissive smile.
"Thank you!" Alex reached up to plant a kiss on Olivia's cheek in gratitude.
"I think we're just about done shopping. We'll go home, put the groceries away, have lunch, and then we'll go to the club and work on some training."
Alex beamed. She adored training. Sometimes it was painful and sometimes it was scary, but pleasing Olivia was the best feeling in the whole world. Alex liked pushing herself and learning new things. She had an aversion to being tied up. It was a soft limit, and Olivia was lovingly helping her push past it. Alex had a few hard limits, and Olivia would never dream of crossing those, but she loved helping Alex overcome her soft limits.
"Freeze, little one. I get the first piece, please." Olivia stated after lunch when Alex was about to devour her chocolate bar, and held out her hand expectantly. Alex pouted, but obediently handed over the first piece of chocolate.
"Thank you, baby girl. Now after you finish your chocolate, go get changed for the club. Your pink sweats, your grey tank top, your light blue hoodie, and comfortable tennis shoes. Take off your makeup and see if you can find my duffle bag. The last time we went to the club, I put it in the top of the closet in the bedroom, so it should still be there unless it got moved when we were cleaning last weekend."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Alex went to the bedroom, changed her clothes as instructed, and went in search of Olivia's bag that contained all of the toys that they took with them when they went to the club, plus all of Alex's aftercare items. The bag was no longer in the top of the closet, but had been moved to a corner of the closet, so it was still easy to find. Alex took the bag and went to the living room to wait for Olivia. She hadn't been told to wait in any particular position, so she just sat down on the couch. A few minutes later, Olivia appeared wearing her own black tank top and grey sweats, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"Hey, George. You got room for us today?" Olivia asked when they arrived at the club and greeted George Huang, the receptionist behind the desk.
"It's a slow day, so there's plenty of space. Right now, the only rooms occupied are rooms twelve and thirteen. Everything else is open, so take your pick." George smiled and typed Olivia and Alex's names into the computer, registering their visit. They were allowed to take as long as they wanted with their activities, but everybody had to be signed in and out so they could keep track of who was in the building at any given time in case of an emergency. Olivia chose room eight for their session today because it was one of the bigger rooms with the most equipment, in addition to what the couple had brought with them from home.
"What's your safe word, my love?" Olivia asked, placing the duffle bag on the floor and bending down to unzip it.
"Chocolate, Ma'am." Alex responded, standing at attention with her heels together, back straight, and hands behind her back grasping her elbows. This was training and posture was important during training.
"Good girl. Strip." Olivia ordered kindly, and Alex immediately obeyed before returning to her original position.
Alex waited for her Mistress to do as she pleased with her, and suddenly found herself being hauled toward the Saint Andrew's cross by her hair. Olivia's grip was firm, but not cruel or painful. She was being very careful not to hurt Alex, but this was training and Alex needed to be in the proper headspace. Being led around by her hair was one way to set the right mood. Olivia positioned Alex facing the cross, and then fiddled with something behind them. Alex just waited, trusting wholeheartedly that she was perfectly safe in this room with her beloved Mistress by her side. No harm could come to her as long as Olivia was there to protect her. Olivia appeared in Alex's line of vision holding what appeared to be several silk scarves. She let Alex examine them for several long moments, watching carefully for any signs of fear.
Alex couldn't properly explain why the idea of being tied up scared her. Maybe it was the helplessness she felt at not being able to move. On the other hand, the idea of being tied up sounded hot, which is why it was only a soft limit. Alex wanted to one day be able to drop it from her list.
"I'm right here, angel. You're safe." Olivia encouraged kindly as she gently tied Alex to the cross. She didn't tie the scarves too tightly. If Alex got scared, all she needed was one good tug and the knots would come undone. Alex whimpered under her breath, but she did not use her safe word. She wanted to prove that she could do this.
Olivia knew that Alex's bottom couldn't take anymore stimulation after the paddling it had endured the previous day, so she was going to focus on other parts of Alex's beautiful body during today's session. The brunette reached into the duffle bag and pulled out Alex's favorite doe skin flogger. She swished it a few times in the air, and then began to flog Alex's back, moving in criss-cross strokes and being careful to avoid Alex's kidneys, slowly building in speed and intensity. Alex loved that flogger and Olivia used it because she wanted Alex to associate being tied up with good things. Something was wrong, though. Alex was crying - no, she was sobbing.
"CHOCOLATE!" Alex suddenly screamed. Olivia threw down the flogger as if it had burned her and moved like lightning to release Alex from her bonds, taking her naked submissive from the cross and cuddling her close to her heart.
"Good girl. I gotcha, baby. You're safe." Olivia cooed.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I can't do it! I'm too scared! I'm sorry!" Alex sobbed, afraid that she had displeased her Mistress.
"You don't have to be sorry about a thing, princess. You were amazing. I'm so proud of you." Olivia praised, kissing Alex's sweaty forehead. Only six minutes elapsed between the time that Olivia put Alex on the cross and the time that Alex used her safe word, but it was progress and Olivia was very proud of her sweet little submissive.
When Alex was calm, she was rewarded for good behavior with several orgasms that left her lying in Olivia's arms panting for breath and floating in subspace. Olivia recognized the signs and ended the session. She wrapped Alex in a warm green blanket, knowing that it got very cold in subspace for her sweet little submissive. She reached into her duffle bag and pulled out a bottle of vitamin water, tenderly encouraging Alex to take small sips. Alex's back was a healthy shade of pink as Olivia applied soothing lotion to it, but the flogger had not caused any damage. Olivia rocked Alex and cooed tender words of love and praise in her ear while she waited for her sweet little submissive to come back to her.
Alex was slowly recovering when Olivia's cell phone rang, startling both women. Alex pouted. She hated it when Olivia was called in to work on her days off.
"All right, guys, we've got submissives in there, so let's be careful." Olivia stated as she and the members of her squad strapped on bulletproof vests. They had been tracking this particular illegal ring of Master and Mistresses for a while now, and it was time to make their move.
"POLICE!" somebody screamed as the door was kicked in.
The smell in the room just about knocked Olivia out. At least thirty men and women wearing collars and chains that were too tight cowered in the corners of the room while their Masters and Mistresses either tried to flee or tried to fight the police. It took some doing, but Olivia and her squad managed to place each and every one of them under arrest. With that accomplished, Olivia took a closer look around the room, and she thought her heart would break. It was the same old story: bruises, lacerations, starvation, filthy living conditions, and there was nothing but fear and hopelessness in their eyes.
"Elliot, call a bus! Call two!" Olivia shouted.
A submissive with short red hair who appeared to be in her late twenties suddenly began to cry. She had bruises and cuts all over her naked body and was in dire need of a shower. Careful not to scare her, Olivia slowly approached her and bent down in front of her. The girl tried to back away and held up one arm in front of her as if expecting to be hit.
"I won't hurt you. What's your name, sweetheart?" Olivia asked kindly.
"I-I'm Michaela, Ma'am." the girl whimpered.
"Hi, Michaela. My name is Olivia. I'm a police officer and I'm here to help. Those chains look painful. May I help you off with them?"
"Master will be angry." Michaela's lower lip trembled. No one had ever asked for her permission to touch her before and she wasn't sure how she felt about it.
"Michaela, nobody has the right to treat you the way you have been treated, whether you are a submissive or not. We know that none of you have contracts with your Masters and Mistresses. Your master has been arrested for imprisonment, abuse, and neglect, and he's going to jail for a very long time."
Michaela burst into fresh tears. If Master was in jail, who was going to take care of her now? Where would she go? How would she survive? She was too stupid to be out in the world on her own. Michaela continued to cry as somebody unchained her, and Olivia gently helped her to her feet and out the door where a warm blanket and an ambulance were waiting for her.