As was the usual state of affairs for the blonde barista, Emma was running late. Quite literally in this case, as she pounded up the steps to the third floor of the apartment block in an attempt to make up the time she'd lost in being late getting away from her shift. She loved working at Granny's, but there were days when it was just too busy and leaving on time was frequently a pipe dream.
Having caught her breath after an embarrassingly lengthy pause and made sure the few stray hairs that had escaped her ponytail were back in place, she knocked on the door and waited expectantly.
When several minutes had passed and there was still no sign of her friend answering, Emma frowned and checked the messages on her cellphone to make sure she had the right (albeit late) time before she rummaged in her purse for the spare key. It wasn't unusual for this to happen, so she didn't think anything of letting herself in.
"Gina? You home?" She called out as she slipped her boots off by the door, not wanting to be chewed out, again, for tracking dirt into the apartment. Regina wasn't a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn't too happy about having to do extra work if it was something that could easily be avoided. Looking around and seeing nothing out of place she frowned and double-checked her messages again. "Today, yep. Three PM, also yep. So where the heck is she?" She thought to herself.
A loud thump from behind the bedroom door had her turn on the spot. She waited for a repeat as she called out. "Gina? I'm giving you the count of three to get your ass dressed before I walk in there." The fact they'd seen each other in what Emma called 'very naked' was besides the point, but she still liked to give her friend at least a fighting chance to spare her blushes.
Shrugging, Emma swung the door open. "I hope you're dec... ent."
Lying on the bed was a woman, dressed head-to-toe in shiny black latex. A thick corset cruelly cinched her waist, pushing up heavily augmented breasts and feet held en-pointe in a pair of equally shiny patent leather ballet boots. Her head was covered in a tight-fitting hood with only mouth and nostril openings, no eye holes. Several well-used dildos and vibrators were scattered around the latex-covered mattress. A pair of handcuffs kept the woman's arms held behind her back.
Firmly closing her eyes and blinking several times to make sure they weren't playing tricks on her, she slowly approached the bed. "Gina?"
The woman went utterly still before flopping down on the bed and started quietly sobbing.
Moving quickly closer and sitting next to Regina, Emma spotted the problem immediately; there was a handcuff key lying on the floor. Picking it up, she unlocked the cuffs and held her friend close. "Hey, shhh it's ok." She tried to console her as best she could while Regina was dressed up as a fetishist's wet dream.
Gently pushing the other woman away from her, Emma quickly worked out the zip on the back of the hood and eased it up, mindful of catching any hairs. Once undone, it slipped off easily to reveal a very sweaty and upset brunette.
"Hi." Emma's voice was quiet as she gave her a small smile. Regina's lip wobbled and she flung her arms around the blonde, crying uncontrollably against her shoulder. "Aww Gina... it'll be ok."
The brunette shook her head. "I... don't... it's not..." She trailed off, turning her head away in shame.
It took several long minutes, and plenty of coaxing from the blonde, before Regina calmed down enough to focus on Emma. She held her close and tried to rub her shoulders in comfort, also trying to ignore just how sexy Regina looked. Now was most definitely not the time for that.
"Gina, I swear; we're going to be ok. I don't care what you were doing; it's none of my business." Emma spoke gently and tried to give her a reassuring smile, getting a weak one in return. She looked over the latex Regina was wearing and the mess on the bed. "Am I right in thinking you take all this off in the bathroom?"
"Y-yeah. It's less messy that way, but I'm ok, I can do it."
Regina's proclamation was more to convince herself than Emma, but the blonde wasn't having it. Eyeing the wicked-looking boots, she tried her best not to smirk given the situation. "And how do you propose to get to said bathroom? Don't tell me you can walk in those." She gestured at the insanely high heels.
"I... I crawl." If Regina hadn't looked dejected before, she certainly did now. What once seemed like a wonderfully humiliating way to end her play time was now looking truly awful when having to do it in front of Emma.
Lifting the brunette's chin, Emma gently bopped her nose and stood up from the bed. "In that case, we go with plan b."
"Wait, what's plan beeeeee! Put me down right now!" As she was speaking, Emma had scooped her up bridal-style and Regina hastily flung her arms around the blonde's neck for safety. "You'll get latex polish all over your clothes." She really didn't want to think about how strong her friend was, and more particularly how (or what else) she might be leaking all over her.
"Hmm... nope." Emma popped the p and carried Regina into the bathroom before setting her down with such tender care it made the brunette's eyes suddenly water with emotion. When she'd first moved into her apartment, she'd had the miniscule bathroom turned into a wet-room of sorts with a tiled floor. While it made the room into a death trap if she spilt any lube or soap, at least she didn't have to worry about any unfortunate stains and she could hose everything down if needed.
Unlacing the boots, Regina groaned as her feet relaxed from the awkward angle they'd been in as Emma watched in quiet amusement. Sitting behind her on the tiled floor, the blonde looked at the restrictive corset and tried not to whistle at how incredibly small it made her friend's waist. "Ok, I gotta ask; how the heck did you get this so tight?" While Regina was already trim, the corset narrowed her waist even further and emphasised her curves.
"I hook the laces around either sides of a door handle and swing around on it like a demented bat. It works really well." Regina chuckled at her own inventiveness. As it finally let go of her poor waist, she took her first deep breath in several hours. "Ohh that's better."
With the corset out of the way, Emma eased the long zip down Regina's spine and exposed a lot of olive-toned skin, something she really tried to ignore. Perving over her best friend wasn't going to win her any favours. As the catsuit slipped down to the brunette's waist, she heard a loud wet thud that made her look over Regina's shoulder in curiosity.
Laying on the floor was a silicone breast enhancer, increasing her friend's bust size to what looked like at least an H-cup. Of course, Emma being Emma, she was incredibly mature about this; she reached down and poked it, making it wobble. "Heh, boob."
As her shoulders dropped, Regina couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head. "Are you sure you're not secretly still a teenager?" Emma grinned at this, feeling her friend was more like her usual self if she was resorting to her trademark sass.
Using gentle motions and helped enormously by the amount of lube the brunette had previously coated herself in, Emma managed to slide the catsuit off completely without damaging it. After being instructed to do so, she dumped all the latex in the sink for later cleaning and helped Regina into the shower. She nearly dropped the catsuit in surprise when she first caught sight of the condoms (plural, her mind gleefully pointed out) built into the crotch.
"I can wash myself you know; I'm an adult and I've been capable of doing it all on my own for quite a few years now." Regina glared at her, but it was somewhat spoiled when Emma soaked her long hair.
"I know, but let me take care of you for once, please? God knows you've cleaned up my drunken ass enough times by now." It was true that after many nights staying at each other's apartments, it usually ended with Emma drinking more than her and worshipping the porcelain the following morning after waking up with a hangover.
With another long-suffering sigh, Regina handed her the bottle of shower gel she'd discovered was the best for getting rid of latex lube and turned around. She could probably manage on her own, but if the blonde was willing to help she wouldn't say no after spending several hours sweating in a skintight and restrictive outfit. Especially as it was well past the point of being embarrassed by the situation they'd found themselves in.
If Emma's hands lingered for longer than was really strictly necessary, neither of them said a word as they washed.
By the time they'd finished removing all traces of the lube and Regina was wrapped in a towel, she was almost dead on her feet from exhaustion. Stripping off her now damp outer clothes, Emma picked Regina up again to carry her back to bed, to the weak protests of the brunette.
After she made quick work of putting the proper sheets back on the bed, it didn't take long for Emma to get Regina dressed in an oversized t-shirt and underwear, safely tucking her up under the duvet. As the blonde made to leave, she was stopped by a hand on her wrist and a quiet "stay with me, please?"
"Always, Gina." Emma gave her a warm smile and curled up next to her on top of the covers.
~~~~~~~~ SQ ~~~~~~~~
It was an hour or so later that Regina woke up and a matter of mere moments for her to remember what happened. Her sudden panic was interrupted by a pair of soft arms cuddling her close and a tender voice whispering in her ear. "It's alright. Relax. It's me; it's Emma."
"E-Emma? No... oh no... no..." She whimpered on the bed, wanting to curl up as the events of earlier rushed back to her and wishing she hadn't been found out; she was going to lose her best friend.
Emma could easily see the wheels spinning in the other woman's mind. "Shhh. Remember what I told you; I don't care what you were doing and you're still my friend no matter what."
"R-really?" Regina hated how small and vulnerable she sounded, but she needed to know. Needed to be reassured.
Tightening her hold on Regina a little, Emma gave her a gentle squeeze. "You know me; couldn't get rid of me if you tried. Besides, who else am I gonna mooch Netflix from and steal all their candy?" It was a weak joke but it had the right effect of making the other woman smile. "There you are. I'll put this out there, and it's entirely up to you. If you want to talk about... earlier, or not, I'll respect your choice, ok?"
"But... don't... don't you want to know why?" Regina still looked worried.
"Only if you want to tell me." Emma shrugged. "But that doesn't mean you -have- to. You can tell me some of it, none of it or all of it. I don't mind, ok?"
"Oh... Ok." Regina gave her a jerky nod and relaxed back on the bed. "Maybe... maybe later. How are you not freaking out right now? I mean, it's not every day you walk in on... this." She gestured at herself and the latex sheet dumped on the floor next to the bathroom.
"Let's face it, this isn't exactly the worst thing you could be doing. And look on the bright side; at least I didn't walk in on you with someone, again." Emma shrugged. It wasn't long after being given a spare key to Regina's apartment that she'd let herself in and gotten more than an eyeful, having walked in on the brunette riding hell-for-leather atop her then-boyfriend on the sofa in the lounge.
They continued to lay there for several minutes in a comfortable silence until Regina could feel Emma shaking with laughter. She should have known it would be too good to last and sighed, wondering what the blonde had found so amusing. "Go on dear, let it out."
"No-no! It's pfff... ff... fine." Emma had covered her mouth with her hand and was struggling not to laugh out loud.
Sitting up on her elbows, Regina looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. "Really?" She drawled.
What little self-control Emma had was blown out of the water and she turned away from the brunette, giggling uncontrollably. Her constant muttering of "boob" made Regina roll her eyes and shake her head much as she'd done earlier in the bathroom. "I should have known."
"S... ss... ss'not my fault..." Emma managed between giggles, before seeing Regina's stern, unamused expression (complete with signature raised eyebrow) just set her off again and she rolled onto her side.
"I'm making coffee. When the teenage male in you gets himself under control again, I'll be in the lounge." Pulling on a housecoat to ward off the chill, Regina went out to the kitchen.
As she was perching on the sofa with a mug of hot coffee, Emma emerged from her bedroom dressed in a spare pair of Regina's sweatpants and looking a little chagrined. "Would it help if I said I was sorry?"
"It's not your fault you can be an overgrown child, dear." Regina sipped her drink, warm brown eyes sparkling with mischief over the rim.
Emma shook her head. "That's not what I meant; I'm sorry I surprised you today."
"Oh." Regina looked into the depths of her mug as if it might provide some sort of guidance on what she should say. Having made her own cup of coffee, Emma sat next to her on the sofa, like she'd done countless times before, when they cuddled under a blanket to watch a movie or some trashy reality tv show they both loved to pick apart.
"You meant it, didn't you?" Emma looked nonplussed until Regina explained. "About still being friends."
The blonde took her free hand between her own and smiled. "Of course I do, Gina. This doesn't change anything as far as I'm concerned. I might be many things, but I take friendship seriously."
Sipping her coffee again, Regina didn't say anything and neither did Emma. It was times like this that she appreciated that the blonde could understand a time for being quiet. Quite how Emma was happy to simply sit next to her as they'd done countless times before and drink coffee after finding her... indisposed was something she was struggling to understand.
Putting her mug down on the coffee table, Regina's voice was quiet as she spoke. "Can you... would you... hold me? Like we've done before? I'd like to talk about earlier." Her apartment wasn't all that warm in winter and cuddling together was something she secretly loved doing with the blonde.
Emma didn't say anything but leant back and moved her arm around the brunette, encouraging Regina to lay her head on her chest. The steady heartbeat was deeply comforting as she tried to find the right words to explain herself. "My job can be... stressful." Emma snorted but otherwise didn't interrupt. To her, that was something of an understatement; as one of the top accountants in the city, Regina worked long hours with ungrateful clients in a heavily male-dominated field. "This is my way of getting my head to shut up. I don't have to think or worry, spend days upon days working out elaborate long-term plans for the next fiscal year. I'm not Regina Mills, hot-shot numbers guru and financial miracle-worker. I'm not anyone... I'm just... a... a toy." The last word was barely a whisper, a quiet confession that took a lot of courage for her to say.
As Regina was speaking, Emma shifted her arm to stroke the brunette's spine, rubbing meaningless patterns across her back. "It's an escape." She said, knowingly. "You get to be someone, or something, you're not for a little while. You're not the only one. I spend all day having orders barked at me by granny. I..." Emma paused for a moment to choose the right words, knowing it would help explain why she was being so understanding about it. "There's a club I go to. It's somewhere where I get to give the orders for once."
Emma fidgeted on the sofa and looked bashful as Regina looked up into her bright green eyes in disbelief. "Y... you're a Domme?" She looked almost offended as her friend nodded. "Why didn't you say anything?"
With a chuckle that reverberated against Regina's head, Emma sounded amused. "Not exactly the sort of thing that comes up in casual conversation, G; hi, I'm Emma, avid watcher of crap tv shows and bad-ass Dominatrix. Wanna come over to my apartment, watch a few episodes of real housewives and lick my boots?" Both women laughed at that.
"Ok, fair point." Regina cuddled against Emma again, looking thoughtful before asking a nagging question. "Does this mean you want to dominate me?" She was lucky the blonde had swallowed most of the coffee before Emma did her best to breathe it in.
"I..." Emma had to cough to clear her throat before she managed to rasp out her reply. "I might have thought about it." Repeatedly, fantasising about it in the privacy of her own thoughts and doing her absolute best to never, ever, give Regina the slightest inkling about it. "Anyway, I thought you were straight! And after seeing you... *ahem* quite literally on top of Robin, not exactly submissive." The blush creeping up Regina's neck would suggest that both points might not be entirely true, so she gently poked the brunette's side. "You've been holding out on me! I could have been teasing you endlessly had I known."
"Let's face it, you're quite attractive in that cute ditzy blonde way and I'm only human, dear."
"Awww you think I'm attractive?" Emma exaggeratedly fluttered her eyelashes.
"Of course that's the one thing out of that whole sentence you'd pick out." Resting her head back down, Regina huffed. "I swear you only hear the things you want to. Have you considered having your hearing tested?"
Emma just grinned. "Why yes, I'd love some homemade bear claws. How'd you know?"
The playful slap the brunette delivered to Emma's chest was harder than she'd intended and the thin tank top did little to protect the blonde's more sensitive areas. Emma swiftly held her wrist and let out a quiet growl that raced down Regina's spine, making her squeeze her thighs together.
For a moment, neither of them moved, narrowed green eyes locked with darkening brown. "Do not. Do that. Again." Each word was clearly enunciated and Emma's voice was controlled, she didn't shout, but it was abundantly clear to Regina that she was playing with fire.
The shiver that went through the brunette lying across her chest had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. "I... I'm sorry." She replied, averting her eyes as Emma released her arm and continued stroking her spine. Her imagination became filled with having the blonde with her during her... play time and the thoughts of just what could happen made her heart beat just that little bit faster.
"I was your safety, wasn't I?" Emma had been thinking about this since she'd walked in on Regina earlier, slowly working back through all the seemingly random times the brunette had asked her to join her for coffee for no real reason in her apartment. "In case something like today actually happened?"
Regina nodded against her chest, afraid to look up and see the disappointment (or worse, disgust) that was probably on Emma's face.
"I don't need to tell you how dangerous that is, do I?" Emma sighed when the other woman just shook her head in response. "Would you stop if I asked you to?" A pause, then another head-shake.
Putting both arms around her friend, she sighed gently. "Then will you accept my help? Please? I'm worried you may hurt yourself... Or... Or worse..." Regina snapped her head up in surprise and was gobsmacked to see tears in Emma's eyes. "I don't want to lose you, G. There's too many horror stories about exactly this sort of thing when it goes wrong. I've known people in the community that have..." The blonde swallowed thickly before she continued. "Things went wrong for them, and it ended very badly."
"I don't want to lose you either." Regina hugged her close. "If it means a little... ok, probably a lot of embarrassment, then yes, you may help."
~~~~~~~~ SQ ~~~~~~~~
In the weeks leading up to the next time Regina considered playing, nothing was different between Emma and herself, just as the blonde had promised. They still spent time together in each other's apartments, usually relaxing after work and watching something on television while sharing a bottle of wine.
Unlike before, Emma was now making an effort to watch her alcohol intake and promised herself to get more exercise. If nothing else, the stairs going up to Regina's apartment had made it quite clear that she was seriously out of condition from her earlier days of running around the city as a courier.
Regina's skills were still in high demand and she worked long hours, often for very little recognition compared to the others in the same department at the accountancy firm. Sat at her desk one Friday lunchtime, she stretched and rubbed her stiff neck before digging out her cellphone to send a message to Emma.
Gina: Are you free tonight?
Taking a sip of coffee, Regina closed her eyes and tried to massage away the light headache that was forming at the base of her skull from staring at her laptop for too many hours without a proper break.
Emma: No, I'm very expensive.
No matter how bad her day was, Emma's humour still made her laugh as she replied.
Gina: Very funny :P Would you be able to come to my place tonight, please? If your offer to help still stands.
They'd not really gone into much detail about how involved Emma was going to be, even if it was just nothing more than being in the apartment while Regina was 'amusing' herself.
When Emma had left later in the evening after walking in on her, it hadn't taken the brunette long to find news reports about just how tragically wrong things went for people that were tying themselves up alone. Until then, she'd been blissfully unaware of the serious danger she could have been in and she shuddered to think what might have happened if she'd used anything more elaborate than a pair of simple handcuffs.
Emma: I'll be there for you, always. What time?
Short and to the point, often like Emma herself, the message lifted the brunette's spirits considerably and gave her something to look forward to as she sent a reply.
It was after seven o'clock by the time she'd actually managed to leave the office and head back to her apartment. Opening the door, she was greeted with a hug, a small glass of red wine and the delicious scent of dinner. The domesticity of finding Emma in her apartment and having prepared all of this, just for her, made her want to weep at the thoughtfulness.
"Oh Emma... you... you didn't have to do all this."
"You've been working too many hours, again, and I just wanted to take care of you." The blonde's cheeks were slightly pink as she shrugged. "I mean, to help you. This is helping, right?"
"Yes, dear." Regina chuckled at her adorable friend. "You cooked?"
"Not unless you wanted food poisoning; this is take-out from the diner." Emma had tried to cook for others, but her repertoire was limited to the simplest of dishes and tended toward things she could fry or toast.
"It's the thought that counts. What are we having?"
"I got us something light as I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted to do tonight." The elephant in the room made itself known as Emma fidgeted with one of the forks she'd laid on the table. "That's if you still wanted my help? I don't mind just curling up on the sofa with you and watching something trashy." Or pinning her to the bed and doing wicked things that she hoped Regina would enjoy, but she didn't say that part out loud.
"Maybe... maybe later; after dinner?" Regina gave her a shy smile.
They made small talk as they ate, catching up with the events of their working lives from that week and which of them had the best or worst anecdotes.
"So there I was, coming back to the table with a tray holding two of our huge-ass coffees, you know the ones that have double handles? When in walks the guy's wife." Emma takes a sip of her wine before continuing. "She looks at him and his very pregnant girlfriend, turns to me, and without saying a word, takes one of the coffees and pours it over him." Regina manages not to snort wine through her nose, though it was a close call.
"And then she takes off her wedding rings, drops them in the other cup and hands it to the girlfriend saying 'good lucky honey, you're gonna need it'. Then she thanks me, smiles and saunters out without a care in the world. Best. Exit. Ever." Emma leans back in her chair and laughs as she remembers the girlfriend's shocked expression.
"The diner does attract its share of interesting customers. I hope the 'lovely couple'." Regina made air quotes. "Didn't cause a scene after that?"
"No, they didn't, no. Even helped me clean up the spilled coffee." Emma fidgets and looks shy. "The uhm... the wife might have come back later and given me her number though." The adorable blush is back on her cheeks as she toys with the stem of her wine glass and it's only made worse when she sees Regina's amused smirk. "She seemed very interested in me."
"As I've said; you're an attractive woman and she could clearly see that." Regina tried not to act too jealously; it's not like Emma and she were in a romantic relationship after all. Just a very close friendship, or at least that's what she tried to convince herself it was. Right? Right. "Are you going to call her?" She took a sip of her own wine and tried to keep her tone casual.
Emma shook her head, flipping her blonde ponytail from side-to-side. "When she came back to the diner the following day, I sat her down and we had a long talk. Told her to think about what she wanted for herself before jumping into new things. Especially as she's just gotten out of a shitty relationship after finding out the love of her life was cheating on her, with whom it turns out is a close friend of hers, and that she might not be as straight as she previously thought." Focusing on her friend, she smirked. "I think you'd like her."
"Me?" Blinking at the sudden change in the direction of the conversation, Regina was confused.
"She reminded me of you. Sassy, didn't take crap from anyone and radiated a single-minded focus on getting what she wanted." The blonde grinned as Regina gave her a playful glare. "You do need to get out more Gina. Make some friends or find a hobby."
"I have friends; I have you don't I?" Setting her wine glass down, Regina bristled and crossed her arms defensively. "And you don't just 'find a hobby'. It's not like they're hiding in some secret chamber of an ancient tomb, just waiting to be discovered. Besides, I already have a perfectly good... hobby." It was her turn to blush this time.
Reaching out, Emma gently uncrossed Regina's arms and encouraged her to relax. "I know, and it's wonderful for... uh... 'stress-relief', but not exactly something you can do in polite company." If she hadn't been paying such close attention to the brunette's face at that moment, Emma would have missed the darkening of her eyes. "By that little reaction, you've thought about that."
"I possibly might have?" Regina shifted on her chair and looked away from Emma. In some of her wilder fantasies she'd imagined being a plaything for more than one person, as unlikely as that might ever be.
A gentle squeeze from Emma's hand on her own brought her attention back.
"I'm not going to judge or kink-shame you, G. As long as it doesn't involve kids or real animals, we're good." Emma gave her a reassuring smile. "Anyway, I meant a real hobby. Like... I don't know; rock-climbing?"
"Seriously?" Regina snorted. "Can you see me dangling off a rope in some ratty gym and surrounded by gawking idiots?"
Emma's pupils blew wide at the thought of her friend trussed up in a beautiful Shibari tie, completely nude and suspended a few feet off the floor. "No, I suppose not." She self-consciously cleared her throat and shook her head, trying to come up with a different suggestion (preferably something that wasn't kink-related, if she could get her brain to cooperate for long enough).
Thinking about some of the shows they used to watch on Netflix, a few ideas came to mind. "What about pottery or sewing? You know; a hobby that involves actually making things? You can't be any worse than some of the people we've seen."
"Thank you for that oh-so-kind assessment of my talents, dear." Regina snorted, but didn't take offence as she knew the blonde meant well. "Though perhaps something more refined and high-end; jewellery or glass-blowing."
Biting her lip, Emma desperately tried to get the almost sexual image of Regina with her lips on a blowpipe out of her mind. The nomenclature from the competition they'd watched on glass-blowing came back to her at that moment and she really, really wished it hadn't; the name for the furnace used to reheat the molten glass while it was being worked was unfortunately called a 'glory hole'. Naturally, the associative nature of human memory was all-too quick to connect that with certain other activities and she desperately tried to stop her imagination from running wild.
Sitting next to her, Regina observed the play of emotions across Emma's face in some bemusement, watching the blonde turn progressively redder in the face and her pupils blow wide open. "Are you all right?"
"I'm... fine." Emma replied as she sipped her wine, willing her brain to stop suggesting increasingly kinkier situations (and outfits) that Regina could be in.
"If you say so." Regina snickered. "Did you still want to help me? With my playtime? At least, that's what I call it." The brunette swirled the dregs of the wine in her glass and didn't make eye contact, trying to take the pressure off Emma's answer.
Emma gave her a tentative smile. "Of course I'll help."
~~~~~~~~ SQ ~~~~~~~~
Sitting on the bed in Regina' bedroom, Emma's jaw dropped at the quantity of latex the brunette was amassing next to her. "Jeez. I didn't realise you had all this. You've been keeping it really well hidden."
"You know me; when I do things, I tend to go all in." Regina smirked at her. "To be fair, this wasn't exactly done overnight and it's taken a good few years to buy it all. I'm also lucky that my sizing happens to be just within the 'standard' range and I don't have to order custom-made." She winced at the thought of having to do that. When she'd first started researching her options, bespoke would have ensured an absolutely perfect fit but it would have made latex garments even more expensive than they were already.
"Yeah, a few friends in the scene are heavily into it and have spent..." Emma pauses and thinks for a moment. "I wanna say thousands? If not, probably more than that on their gear."
"Friends?" Regina pauses and looks at Emma. "That are into this, and local?" She stressed the last word. The resulting nod from the blonde forces her to sit down on the bed before her legs give way. "I had no idea... I wish I'd known." She spoke almost to herself. Chatting online and reading forum posts was one thing, but that was quite different from actually meeting in person to talk casually over a coffee and knowing they shared a kink.
"You know now." Noting her friend's apparent shock caused Emma to hug her. "Maybe I could introduce you to them sometime? Not at the club! I meant somewhere like the diner, you know? Casual."
"That... that would be wonderful." Regina toyed with the sleeve of a catsuit and smiled, suddenly feeling much less alone despite Emma's presence in the room.
"Did you have something in mind for your scene? I mean; your play time?" Looking at the growing pile, Emma asks a delicate question. "And... what sort of help you might want from me?" She'd had the opportunity to polish someone's latex before and really enjoyed the tactile experience of running her hands over the shiny material.
"I did consider wearing the same outfit as before... but there's something I've been wanting to try for a while. I couldn't really wear it by myself, not without getting stuck." Despite their earlier talks, and plenty of reassurance from Emma, she was still hesitant to show her what she had in mind.
"You can trust me Gina. I promise not to laugh or poke fun at you." Emma had noticed the brunette's reticence and gave her friend a smile.
Taking a deep breath, Regina nods and digs out one more garment bag from the very back of her closet. A shaking hand unzips it to reveal another catsuit, made from latex in an artificial-skin colour, with attached mittens, socks and eyeless hood. Similar to the suit Emma had found her in, it had reinforced openings made from bright red latex, making them stand out.
"It's the mittens; I can't grab the zip with them." With bated breath, the brunette explains as she waits for Emma's reaction.
"Not really my kinda thing, but if you want to try it, I'll help." The weight of the suit is taken from her hands and she looks into Emma's face to see an encouraging smile. "Do you need some help getting into it or just doing up the zip?"
"I can get myself mostly into it, but I'll need your help getting it over my shoulders and with the... the hood. I wasn't planning on doing anything more than just wearing this tonight. I'll be at your mercy until you get me out and I honestly don't know how I'll react." Handcuffing herself still allowed her the use of her fingers, even if it meant ripping her way out of expensive latex. The mittens would stop that and it made the brunette nervous. "I... I might panic." The thought of being blind and helpless made her heart thunder in her chest and she took several deep breaths to calm herself down.
Emma nods in understanding as she hands the catsuit back. "This is entirely your show G; I'll do as much or as little as -you- want. If you want to stop at any point, we stop, no questions asked." Her thoughtfulness earned a grateful smile.
"Thank you. I'll just... you know." Regina draped the catsuit over her arm and stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar so she could still talk with Emma. "Do you mind if I ask about you? I mean; your experience as a Domme."
"Sure." Tidying away the unused gear on the bed, Emma carefully placed all the unused latex outfits in the garment bags they came from before hanging them up. "I'm sure a shrink would say it's because of my job; being someone's wage slave all day makes me want to take control of the other aspects of my life." Stripping the cotton sheets off the bed, she replaces them with the latex ones Regina had left out. "I've always been curious about power dynamics in relationships and it didn't take much research to find some... uh... 'interesting' websites."
"At least it wasn't the novels-that-shall-not-be-named." Came the brunette's amused reply as the sound of latex being rubbed together could be heard from the bathroom, Regina having slathered the inside of the catsuit with plenty of lube.
"Hey, don't swear." Emma grinned as she sat cross-legged on the floor and leant back against the bed, unwilling to chance the rivets on her jeans tearing the latex sheets that were on it. "Anyway, one thing led to another and I went to a club downtown. My first night there wasn't as glamorous or interesting as some of the stories you read would suggest. I had to fend off quite a few, and I use the term -very- loosely, 'Doms' that came sniffing around the new blood." Even though the other woman couldn't see it, her grin was wicked. "After I threatened to cane them and fuck them with a strap-on, they seemed to get the hint and left me alone."
Regina, half-naked with the catsuit around her waist and one arm across her chest for some vague modesty, stuck her head out of the bathroom in surprise. "You had to do -what-!?" She was almost sure she'd misheard Emma.
"Just because it's a BDSM club doesn't mean it's not prone to the same stereotypes as anywhere else." Emma shrugged. "You've probably seen the numbers, but generally speaking, I think it's something like forty-five percent male Doms, forty percent female subs, ten percent male subs and five percent female Dommes. The chances of me being a sub were supposedly good and they assumed based on my totally-not-badass-Domme outfit I had on at the time." At the recommendation of the club's website, her first night there had been one of the newbie mixers and she'd dressed conservatively in a shirt and slacks.
"Yeah, I remember reading something like that." With a grimace, Regina nodded and ducked back into the bathroom again. "Have you... have you Dommed a lot?" Part of her wished her friend was experienced, while another was jealous that she'd played with others. She moaned loudly enough for Emma to fidget uncomfortably as she slid the lubed condoms into place and worked the latex above her waist.
"A few people, though nothing really sexual. Usually girls – women! – I mean. God, that sounded so wrong, sorry. It was more for them to relax; let someone they could trust to take the reins for a little while. I got to take charge, so everyone got what they wanted out of it." Emma's smile was affectionate and her eyes unfocused as she remembered. "It was more social than anything I guess, interacting with people that shared similar interests and being a playful top."
The bathroom door opened again to reveal her friend most of the way into the catsuit, though the hood was still laying on her chest. Regina had managed to pull it up over shoulders and with a little ungraceful wiggling, mostly into the right position. Unlike the black catsuit she'd worn before, this one didn't have any silicon enhancements and quite clearly showed everything given the thinness of the material.
Regina walked closer to the bed and turned away from Emma. "So... uhm... help?"
"Sure." Emma looked over the catsuit, tilting her head with a slight frown. "Do you mind if I touch you? I think it needs a little repositioning or the zip will strain and it might tear something."
"You may." The brunette's voice was quiet but clear, trying to calm her pounding heart as she heard Emma move across the carpet towards her.
Kneeling next to her and starting from Regina's ankles, Emma removed the wrinkles in the latex, working the excess up her legs and slowly smoothing the paper-thin material into place until she reached the top of the brunette's thighs.
"Still ok?" Emma asked, looking up at Regina and getting a nod. "Words, please G?" She cajoled gently. "It's important to me."
"Yes, I'm ok." Regina tried to ignore the growing warmth from the gentle touch Emma was using on her body and her breaths were noticeably shorter. She moved her feet shoulder-width apart to give her better balance and if it just so happened to expose the bright red latex holes between her legs, the blonde didn't say anything.
Moving higher, Emma smoothed the latex over Regina's ass, belly and chest, diverging to her arms to smooth out the wrinkles from the mittens to her shoulders. The latex catsuit fit her almost perfectly, making it appear that her skin had been turned into a doll's. She tried not to linger on her friend's breasts, but she was becoming increasingly distracted by the warm flesh under her hands as she worked the catsuit into place over her chest.
Smoothing the remaining wrinkles out and getting the two sides of the suit close enough, Emma eased the zipper up, slowly working the zip up Regina's spine until it was between her shoulders before she stopped.
"Did you want me to polish this? The colour doesn't really show a shine as black would, but it's up to you." One of the items Regina had brought out was a large container of latex polish, along with a lint-free cloth.
The brunette's eyes darted from Emma to the cloth and back again. The thought of Emma's soft, caring hands, rubbing every inch of latex-covered body, brought an even deeper blush to her already flushed cheeks.
"Uhm... if you wouldn't mind?" Regina tried to keep her thighs from squeezing together as she fidgeted on the spot.
"No problem." Emma grinned as she nodded. "To be honest, I've always found latex looks better when polished and shiny."
Picking up the cloth and pouring a healthy amount of polish onto it, Emma started rubbing from the top of Regina's feet and up her calves, much as she'd done when trying to manoeuvre the latex into place. If the brunette had thought it was divine torture having the catsuit adjusted, it was nothing compared to the sensation of Emma polishing her.
Biting her lip and struggling not to moan out loud was taking all of Regina's concentration as Emma slowly moved her legs to her inner thighs, the heat of her hands travelling straight up to her damp sex. Fortunately for her, between the scent of the polish and the latex itself, it would (hopefully) be impossible for the blonde to tell how aroused this was making her.
Standing up, Emma added some more polish to the cloth before starting on Regina's arms, almost massaging her through the thin latex. The polish made the surface of the mittens incredibly slippery and she should see why Regina would have had trouble wearing this outfit on her own.
"Usually, I would ask for a safeword or use stop lights. Given you're not gonna be able to speak clearly." Emma had noticed the condom in the mouth of the hood. "I think it's best if you hum a tune or keep shaking your head. Is that ok with you?"
"That's fine." Regina smiled at her obvious care. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Emma nodded. "Want me to continue?"
"Yes... please?" Regina's pupils were blown wide as she nodded.
Replenishing the polish on the cloth, Emma skipped over the space between her legs and started polishing from her hips. Each swipe over her ribs made Regina's whole body twitch and blurt out a giggle, much to Emma's amusement. "I forgot you were ticklish."
"Don't you dare!" The brunette tried to glare at her, but Emma found it impossible to take her seriously while dressed as she was. Taking pity on her, Emma polished Regina's ass and squeezed it playfully, drawing a soft gasp.
"Sorry, not sorry." Emma's expression was unrepentant as she worked.
"Just... get on with it."
Regina's back and spine were easily dealt with, though she was starting to have second thoughts when Emma stepped behind her and held the cloth to her chest without moving. "Do you want me to continue? I'll understand if you want me to back off and let you do this yourself."
The brunette bit her lip again and nodded for her to continue.
"Words, G." The reprimand was quiet but firm in her ear, sending a tingle down the brunette's spine.
"Yes, continue." Regina swallowed thickly.
Using the gentlest motions possible, Emma slowly polished the thin latex covering Regina's breasts and it was impossible to hide the brunette's arousal from her as she would be able to feel the other woman's rock-hard nipples straining against the material.
"There's still one more place to go. Is that alright too?" Emma all but whispered.
"One more... oh." The space between her legs, right over her sex, that the blonde had skipped over before. Regina gulped again and slowly nodded. "Yessss..."
Stepping closer behind Regina, Emma wrapped one arm around her torso, pulling her back flush against the blonde's chest. Moving her hands at a glacial pace, which Regina wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad, Emma slowly polished the latex directly over Regina's soaked core. The lingering heat and gentle stroking made her moan, twitching her hips. Just a little more; she knew she was close already and she'd barely been touched anywhere sensitive.
As close as they were standing, it would be so easy for Regina to lean back into Emma, to turn her head. Kiss her senseless, trust Emma to take her control away...
The moment was interrupted as Emma stopped, moving so she could sit Regina on the bed and leave her panting for breath.
"Is there anything you want or need before the hood goes on?" The blonde glanced at the sex toys still on the bed, drawing Regina's attention to them. "Or do you want to stop? I won't be upset if you've changed your mind." She asked when an immediate answer wasn't forthcoming.
"No! No... I mean, I'd like to continue and... they're... they're all I need." Regina's thoughts were disjointed as she tried to get her libido back under control.
"Alright. Take a deep breath for me? I know these are a pain to get on and trying to breath through latex doesn't really work." With the condom held firmly in the other woman's mouth and checking if the inside of the hood had enough lube, she slipped it over Regina's head and quickly got the nostril holes into position. "How's that? Can you breathe ok?" Regina hummed in agreement and nodded, giving her a thumbs-up as best she could with the mitten covering her hand.
Pulling the zipper down the hood to meet the one at the base of her neck, Emma was careful to avoid catching the thick brunette hair in it as she finished sealing Regina in.
For one long moment neither of them moved.
Regina blindly reached out to Emma and slowly pulled the blonde forward to stand between her legs, resting her hooded-head against the blonde's stomach. She wrapped her arms around Emma's waist with a contented sigh, breathing deeply through her nose and letting all the stress drain out of her posture.
"How you doing, G?" Emma spoke just loud enough for her to hear and got another nod. She let her hands lightly stroke Regina's shoulders. "Do you want the hood polished too?" A third nod and a quiet 'mh-hmm'.
The firm strokes of the cloth almost had Regina purring under the blonde's touch and she smiled as Emma delicately polished the latex covering her face, taking care not to block her nose.
When Emma had finished, she stepped back to admire the latex gleaming from the dim light of the bedroom lamps. "Do you want me to leave while you play?" There was a pause before Regina shook her head, not wanting to be left alone while she was so vulnerable. "Ok, lemme guide you to the middle of the bed." Emma helped her lie back and wiggle into position, the pale doll 'skin' a stark contrast against the black sheet covering the bed.
After another relaxed sigh, Regina moved her mittened hands over her latex-covered body, getting used to the helpless feeling they caused and knowing she wouldn't be able to remove her outfit without Emma's assistance. She couldn't hear the blonde's exact movements, but she could still feel her presence in the room. Despite that, she still held out a mittened-hand in Emma's direction and tried her best to wave her closer, feeling nervous at the situation she was in and needing her physical touch to reassure her.
Emma knelt next to the bed, gently taking the offered hand and squeezing it. "You want me nearer?" She asked, getting a nod and 'mm-hmm' in reply. "On the bed?" Another hummed confirmation.
"Alright, gimme a sec." Emma tried not to overthink it and shucked her jeans onto the floor, kicking them free so she could gingerly lie next to Regina on the bed. "Better?" The brunette nodded and her latex squeaked as she rolled onto her side so she could cuddle Emma, not caring if her clothes got covered in lube or polish; that's what washing machines were for after all. She tucked her head under Emma's chin and nuzzled close, laying one arm over her chest.
Trying not to chuckle at how adorable the other woman was being, Emma lightly put her arms around Regina and fought the urge to kiss her forehead. While they'd cuddled like this in more... normal circumstances, the thin latex and her own lack of clothing meant she could feel how warm the brunette was.
With the blonde's reassuring presence, Regina's racing heart calmed down and her slight panic at being so helpless subsided. The gentle rise and fall of Emma's chest moved her head with each breath the blonde took and it made her smile to know she was safe while in the darkness of the hood.
Mirroring their position on the sofa from several weeks ago, Emma tenderly stroked the slippery latex covering Regina's head and back, drawing meaningless patterns in what she hoped was a soothing rhythm.
Having laid together for a good few minutes and feeling much calmer, Regina slowly rolled onto her back and let her imagination (along with her hands) wander. In her mind's eye, she could picture herself as a plaything, just a toy to be used to please someone. Or several someones. It was probably a coincidence that they all happened to be blonde, with Emma's exact hair colour, or that they all resembled Emma in some fashion. Coincidences do happen after all...
Looking on, Emma fidgeted on the bed as she watched Regina's hands touching herself, lingering on her breasts before running down her hips and over her thighs. She could almost convince herself that seeing Regina doing that wasn't turning her on. Not at all, not even slightly. Nope. Not happening.
It wasn't until she shifted her legs that she realised her panties were damp, and not from the polish-coated hug that the brunette had given her. As the reality of the situation sunk in, Emma realised that Regina had reached out her hand to her again and was waiting expectantly for the blonde to take it.
"You ok?" Emma asked quietly, mindful of the headspace Regina would be in and wondering what the other woman needed.
Regina nodded and tried to pull Emma's hand towards her, specifically towards her chest. To touch her there.
Gulping, Emma asked the obvious question. "Are you sure?" A little light touching was one thing, but the blonde wanted to be absolutely certain it was what Regina wanted before they continued doing anything more... involved.
In answer, Regina slowly pulled Emma's hand to her hooded cheek and nuzzled against it; 'I trust you', she said without using words.
Taking the hint, Emma turned to sit up on her knees and stroked Regina's cheek with her thumb. "I know I've already told you, but if at any point you want me to stop, I will, ok?" She knew Regina would remember, but a little reminder never hurt and she got an enthusiastic nod in return.
"Should I tell you what a good little toy you're being?" The blonde really wished they'd established what Regina did and didn't want to do during a scene while she could still properly communicate, but then Emma hadn't expected to be quite as involved as she'd now found herself. "Hm? Whisper all the naughty things I'd do to you in your ear?" The twitch of the brunette's thighs gave her away, even as she nodded again.
Emma remembered Regina's concern about panicking while wearing the mittens so she decided to test her reaction to being restrained. "Maybe hold you down while I tease you?" She leant across and pinned Regina's latex-covered wrists to the bed, briefly holding them still to see what the brunette would do. While she didn't struggle and vigorously start shaking her head in place of a spoken safeword, Regina did shake her head slowly for both a 'yes' and then a 'no'.
Taking that as the implied 'maybe' and making herself comfortable next to Regina on the bed, Emma lightly ran her fingers over the shiny latex on the brunette's neck, down to the swell of her breasts. She traced her fingers around the nipples showing clearly against the thin latex, pinching and rolling them as best she could. Unable to see what the blonde was doing, all of Regina's other senses were more focused and she moaned as the sting shot down her spine to the tightening coil between her legs.
"You react so nicely." Emma's voice was quiet, insinuating itself into her ear before it rolled down her body. Regina rubbed her mittens over her hips, much as she'd done before, but before she could move them to the insides of her legs, Emma stopped them.
"Not yet. You have to be patient if you want your orgasms, like a good toy does. And you wanna be a good toy for me, don't you?"
Regina's moan was partly frustration, but mostly arousal as she nodded and obediently let her hands drop back to her sides. "That's it, you're such a -good toy-." She could easily picture the almost-smug grin on Emma's face as she was praised.
Fumbling for one of the toys on the bed, Emma grabbed a small realistic-looking vibrator made from purple silicon. Switching it on to its lowest setting, she gently traced it around Regina's nipples and made her twitch.
Using her free hand to trace the latex covering Regina's lips, Emma poked the tip of her finger teasingly into her mouth. She grinned when she felt the brunette's tongue push back against her questing finger. "And just what do you wanna do with that?" Her voice had grown husky from her own increasing arousal.
Regina fidgeted on the bed, briefly unsure of what to do with herself before she reached out with her covered hands to pull Emma's hand that was holding the vibrator towards her face.
The blonde switched the vibrator off and pressed the tip into the brunette's mouth. "Is this what you want, toy? Something nice and hard to suck on?" The latex covering Regina's cheeks hid their deep red tinge as she nodded, squeezing her legs together.
Emma held the vibrator in place, letting Regina set the pace if she wanted to take it any deeper and watched as the other woman put her mittened-hands around her own. She smiled as Regina bobbed her head back and forth, letting it slide a little further in each time.
"You're very good with your mouth, toy. Maybe I should get you to put it to good use for me sometime." Regina moaned quietly through the hood, again noticeably twitching her hips towards Emma and making the blonde smirk.
When she'd finally had enough of holding it up, Emma gently pulled the vibrator away and smirked at Regina's adorable little whine after blindly trying to follow it with her mouth. "Uh-uh. Greedy toys don't get rewards." The brunette huffed through her nose and Emma could just imagine the pout on her face under the hood.
Putting the vibrator to one side, Emma grabbed the polishing cloth again and added a generous amount of polish to it. She paid much more attention to the sensitive areas this time, focusing on Regina's breasts and nipples before sliding down to her parted thighs. It didn't take much for the brunette to be squirming on the bed, panting for breath and moaning loudly through the hood as her hips pressed out against the cloth.
Uncapping the bottle of lube that had been so thoughtfully provided, she greased the vibrator and slowly eased into Regina's sex. Inch. By. Inch. When it was fully inserted, she turned it on and had to put her hand over the brunette's waist to stop her moving too far as she jerked in surprise.
Lifting her leg over, Emma carefully straddled the brunette's stomach and pinned her to the bed using her hips as Regina's hands automatically came up to rest on her thighs. "Maybe I should take you to the club, dressed like this?" Emma turned her torso sideways and stroked her hands over Regina, one up towards her head, the other over her hip and towards her crotch. "Let people touch you... you'd never know who they were..." Very slowly, she circled the brunette's neck without putting any firm pressure on it, letting the warmth from her hand flow into it. "A nice collar and leash to drag you around... my perfect toy..." She pressed down on the brunette's clit through the latex, making the vibrator pulse against it as she turned it up as high as it would go.
Despite not having been teased for very long, Regina was still on the cusp of release from being touched while getting dressed, then exquisite torture of being polished, so it didn't take very long to tip the brunette over the edge. The mittens meant that she struggled to hold Emma as her body went rigid for a moment before violently trembling and repeatedly jerking her hips, breathing harshly through her nose as the loud wail of her release was muffled by the thin latex sealing her mouth.
White sparks flashed across her eyes as she collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent.
Reaching down, Emma turned the vibrator off and eased it out with a pop that made the brunette twitch with aftershocks. She gently moved off Regina, placing the vibrator to one side as she cuddled close to the other woman, letting her know she was still there as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
After a while, Regina repeatedly shook her head and waved a lethargic hand at the zipper on the back of the hood. Taking the hint, Emma worked the zip down and slipped the hood off to be met with a very happy, dazed brunette.
Sacrificing a pillow, the blonde got it under Regina's head and not really caring that it was getting covered in sweat or lube. Emma didn't think she'd mind too much in her current state.
"Thank you..." Regina's voice was sleepy as she nuzzled close, her pupils still blown to almost black under her half-lidded gaze.
"Always, Gina."