They say that if you're happy, it shows in the quality of your work. Apparently they say a lot of things, but no one has quite managed to work out who 'they' were and why they were saying them.
They also say you should love your job and do it because you enjoy it. Why else would you get up at the crack of... Emma pauses in her thoughts to squint at the clock on the bedside table and groans at seeing the time. Having been awake for more than an hour already, she slaps her hand down on the alarm just as it begins to sound.
"Hmph." She grunts and rolls over on the bed, burrowing under her duvet to hide from the outside world. Being a small-business owner officially sucked, especially on Mondays at six AM when you know your coffee machine is broken and getting caffeine means braving the diner during rush hour.
On the dresser across from her bed, Emma's phone starts blaring like a foghorn. Her self-inflicted back-up plan to get her lazy ass out of bed in the mornings was (unfortunately for her) still working as designed and hadn't succumbed to battery drain during the night.
With another groan, Emma reluctantly unwraps the duvet and lurches out of bed, staggering sleepily over to her phone so she could poke it repeatedly. To make. It. Stoooopppp. Yawning widely enough to make her jaw click, she rubs at her face with one hand and stumbles to the bathroom, leaving a trail of discarded nightclothes in her wake.
Turning the shower on full-blast (if a vague trickle passes for such in her cheap apartment's bathroom), the initial iciness is enough to wake her up and get her motivated to wash her blonde hair. "Down girls." She chuckles at seeing how the cold water has turned her nipples into pencil erasers before the warmer water kicked in.
Managing to leave the shower without serious injury, though she promises she's only injured herself once in the shower after too much tequila, she makes quick work of brushing her teeth and a lot longer trying to get a broad-toothed comb through her now hopelessly tangled damp hair.
Having dressed for success, a modest skirt in a charcoal colour with dress shirt and mostly sensible shoes, Emma manages to get through the horrors that are early morning customers in the diner and outside the door to her shop with time to spare. She'd even remembered to put her glasses on this time and get her hair in a vaguely professional ponytail. "Yes, go me!" She grins and unlocks the door to Swan's Shoe Shoppe.
"You've really gotta stop talking to yourself Em. People will think you're crazy." An amused voice called out behind her.
Looking around, Emma grins. "Only way I can get a decent conversation sometimes, Rubes. And don't you know; all the best people are crazy."
Standing on the sidewalk was Ruby, the waitress from the diner next door, on her way in for the day shift. An infrequent customer to her shop, she'd spent a fair chunk of her pay-checks on the highest platform shoes or boots the blonde could order in for her.
"Suuurrre Em. Just don't blame me when they drag you off to the nearest rubber room." Ruby shot back in amusement. "And do my eyes deceive me or are you actually opening on time on a Monday for once?"
"Excuse you!? I'm not that bad!" Emma proclaims, nearly spilling her coffee before she realises she shouldn't shake it at the brunette.
Ruby chuckles and walks into the diner, speaking over her shoulder. "Tell me that next week when you open at half nine, again."
Grumbling, Emma finishes unlocking the door and enters her shop. Her shop. Despite it being several months since she'd opened, it still made her giddy that she was a bonafide proprietor and purveyor of goods to real customers. It hadn't been without its ups and downs, a lot of downs if she was being entirely honest, but she could still say she was a successful business owner.
Disabling the alarm (seriously, who in their right mind would steal shoes, but the insurance policy demanded it), and flipping the "Sorry, we're closed" sign to "Why yes, we -are- open!", Emma turned on the lights tastefully scattered around the displays as they needed the help against the current cloudy weather.
The forecast she'd been reading while standing in line at the diner suggesting 'mostly dry with occasional light showers' would have earned a snort of derision from the locals. Having been caught out by a heavy downpour more than once, the blonde had taken to leaving an umbrella and waterproof coat in the stock room of the shop.
Checking the cash register had enough of a float, Emma settled down on one of the two deep green leather chesterfield sofas she'd splurged on when decorating the shop. When it came to the fitting out, she'd decided early on to segregate the available seating according to the likely type of customer; chesterfields for men, chaise longues for ladies and a couple of beanbags for kids (and overgrown man-childs, but she wouldn't judge as she'd use them too).
With everything in order, and sipping her coffee, she faced the dilemma of small-business owners everywhere; hurrying up and waiting for a customer. Anytime now. Soon. There would be one who was just desperate to rush in to buy those discounted shoe stretchers and then she'd leap, yes leap, into action.
After several minutes of exhilarating nothingness, she dug out her phone to browse the news. Had she mentioned that she didn't like Mondays?
Late morning saw the arrival of Ruby with a much-needed coffee and even more needed human interaction, announced by the jingling of the bell over the door as it swung open.
"Rushed off your feet as usual I see." Ruby had come in to find Emma stretched out on a chaise, dangling her feet in the air while she played candy crush on her phone. She offered the steaming cup of coffee to the blonde and got a grateful smile as it was eagerly accepted before she relaxed on an empty sofa.
"Thanks. You know me; gotta keep myself well-rested for the inevitable rush." Emma's delivery was almost perfectly serious and only the twitching of her lips gave her away. The fact that Emma knew by now exactly when her busy periods were (Friday afternoons for the clubbing crowd and Saturdays for exasperated mothers) wasn't something she mentioned to Ruby.
Mondays were the exclusive domain of the lost ("This isn't the diner?"), the lonely ("Did I tell you about the last time I bought shoes? Oh no, I'm not in a hurry.") and only very occasionally a real live customer (rare and very much lesser-spotted, if you ignored the ornithological reference in favour of one concerning visual frequency).
Setting up shop in a small town was definitely cost-effective given her meagre starting budget, but had the major drawback of a somewhat limited client base. Regulars like Ruby were her only source of steady income to the shop, although not many were like her and buying Pleaser Flamingo thigh-high boots with an eight inch heel in bright red patent leather. If they were, they weren't doing it through her shop at any rate.
"Right. If you say so." Ruby just chuckled at the other woman's antics. "Does this mean you haven't seen our mayor yet?"
"No? Was I expecting to?" Taking a sip of her coffee, Emma sighed happily as the flavour of salted caramel raced over her tongue.
"She's been making the rounds, pressing the flesh so to speak." Ruby grinned. "With all the business owners on Main Street for the past few days. Came into the diner earlier and was friendly enough, though a bit reserved as some politicians can be about their personal lives."
"Wait, she?" Emma blurts out, looking up in surprise. "What happened to... what's-his-name... uh... Larry White?" The last she'd heard of the town's mayor, it was a he and a pompous, arrogant he at that. It was while she was getting the paperwork filed for the purchase of her shop that she'd met him, thankfully only once, and got a distinct impression of greasiness from the man.
"Leo White. Mayonnaise White to those who know him; thick and oily. And yeah, he lost the election, though that was to mainly his and his campaign manager's surprise as everyone else spotted the landslide coming a mile away. Must have happened while you were moving in." Ruby finished her own drink and stood up. "Anyway, break time's over for those of us who actually have to work. Catch ya later, Em!"
Emma chuckled as she watched her friend saunter out of the door. She settled back on the chaise again with her phone. Hearing the bell ring less than a minute after her departure, she assumed it was Ruby returning and didn't look up as she spoke. "I'm still here, and working my ass off you know."
"I'm certainly glad to hear it, dear."
The owner of the voice was definitely not Ruby and caused Emma to jump up like she'd been scalded. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I thought you were Ruby. She's my friend, the waitress at the diner. You've probably met her at the diner, where she works really hard. Like I've done. I mean, like I do. Am doing." Emma babbled nervously, taking in her visitor's appearance.
A woman in what Emma guessed to be her thirties stood next to the raw-edged polished wooden counter that had been installed for the cash register, dressed in a sharp skirt suit not unlike the blonde's outfit, but with a much more tailored jacket. She was also quick to note she was wearing stiletto heels of at least four inches, if Emma was to judge (not that such things did things to her libido or that she always noticed such things, not at all).
She started chuckling at Emma's flustered little speech and stepped towards her with her right hand outstretched, a practised smile on her face as her sharp heels clicked loudly against the laminate floor. "Are you the owner? I'm Regina Mills, the new mayor."
Functioning mostly on autopilot, Emma took her hand and shook it carefully. "Yeah, I'm nervous. No, wait, I mean, I'm Swema Wan." Brain still not fully engaged but recovery is in effect, please stand by. She took a deep breath and tried again. "Nice to meet you Madame Mayor, I'm Emma Swan and welcome to my shop. If there's anything you see you like, let me know. I can also do special orders if you know what you're after."
"Nice to meet you too, Miss Swan." Regina's smile went from the standard, slightly plastic one that's ingrained in all experienced politicians to infinitesimally wicked as Emma spoke. She hadn't missed that the blonde's eyes kept darting below her skirt, or possibly down to her shoes, as she seated herself on the other chaise and crossed her legs at the knee. "It's wonderful to know you take such good... care of your customers. Have you been in business long?"
Now that the initial shock had worn off, and the topic of conversation was something she actually knew about, Emma relaxed and seated herself opposite the mayor. "I'd been helping my parents, adoptive parents that is, run their own store before they encouraged me to branch out. Got this place a few months ago and been here ever since."
After several minutes of smalltalk about living in the town, Regina chose to test a theory. She let the shoe on her right foot loosen slightly and fidgeted with it as she kept up her side of the conversation. Just as she expected, Emma tried her hardest to keep her focus on Regina's face but the movement kept dragging her gaze down. Even when she stopped the movement, it took several seconds for Emma to look back up again. "Most intriguing." Regina thought to herself.
"So Miss Swan, may I ask for your help with something?"
Fiddling with her glasses a little, Emma smiles nervously. "Oh, uhm... sure?" What on earth could the mayor need her help with?
Uncrossing her legs, Regina put both feet on the floor, side-by-side. "Given my position as mayor, I really need to look my absolute best and I was wondering if some different shoes might help." She pretends to consider her footwear and subtly watches Emma's reaction.
Biting her lip, Emma suddenly wished the mayor had asked her for help with anything, literally anything else. She would have taken a pop quiz on American History, while walking a tightrope backward and juggling, in preference to being invited to help find a different pair of stilettos to be worn by such an attractive woman.
"I'm sure those are nice enough. They look designer, Uh... I mean, not that I've been really paying close attention to them." Part of her brain congratulated her on managing to say something intelligible, while another part just shook its head at such a lame response.
"Only 'nice'? That's not going to be good enough; I need to look intimidating if I'm going to be in charge." Regina pretends to be disappointed but also fails to elaborate exactly what she's in charge of. Or more accurately; whom. "Have you got anything better? I don't mind really tall heels if you've got them."
Gulping a little and trying to keep her heart rate under control, Emma stood up and grasped the chaise for support. She mentally flipped through her catalogue of inventory, trying to work out what to offer the stunning brunette.
"Those are Louboutins, the style called 'Kate', right?" Emma's inner shoe connoisseur peeked out at having seen the signature red soles. "I don't usually stock many of the really big-name designers, but let me check what I've got." The flustered blonde manages to stagger into the stockroom and not quite slam the door shut, leaning her back against it. In her haste, Emma completely missed the wicked expression on the other woman's face as she watched the blonde all but flee. This was too good an opportunity to pass up.
In the stockroom, Emma closed her eyes for a moment and took several slow breaths. "Get it together Swan, before she thinks you're a perv." She groaned as her ever-helpful brain gleefully pointed out that it was probably too late for that.
Opening her eyes again, she looks around the room, checking the exposed labels on the edges of the boxes for inspiration. Several options caught her eye, but she doubted the mayor would be too pleased if she offered what could only be described as stripper heels. Not without getting to know her first... and even then would probably only be suitable for the bedroom. Somewhere she really shouldn't be thinking about while at work and with the mayor waiting for her just outside.
Giving herself another stern talking to, she grabs one of the less strip-club-like options in what she hopes is several likely sizes and takes another steadying breath before opening the door.
Thankfully, Regina was still sitting exactly as she'd left her, though now leaning against the backrest as she focused on her phone. Noticing the blonde was back in the room with her, she put her phone back in her handbag, smiled and gestured at the boxes Emma was carrying. "You found something for me?"
Walking in her own sensible heels in front of the mayor was taking all Emma's concentration, but she managed not to drop the boxes or trip herself and counted that as a win. "I kinda forgot to ask, but what shoe size are you, Madame Mayor?"
"Isn't that one of those questions you're not supposed to ask a lady?" Regina gives her a playful wink to show she's not offended and gets an adorable blush from Emma before she continues. "I'm a seven, sometimes an eight, although it really depends on what I'm wearing."
Emma had grabbed the boxes for six, seven and eight and was feeling fortunate she didn't have to go and get a different size. Guessing too small could be considered a complement, but too large would definitely have been an insult.
Attempting to kneel on the floor without using your arms and carrying several shoe boxes is something of an art form. Fortunately for her, it was something Emma managed to do without throwing them at a customer so far and her record remained unbroken as she knelt in front of Regina. She put two of the boxes to one side, sitting back on her own ankles.
Looking down at her in amusement, Regina raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing down there, dear?" The blonde looked so good in her current position, but she wasn't going to say that out-loud and frighten her off. The poor girl looked ready to bolt out of her own shop or melt into the floor in nervousness.
"Oh... I usually help customers with trying on their shoes. Good customer service is something I take seriously." Emma fidgeted on her knees and tried her hardest not to redden any further at the sight of Regina sitting regally above her. She was starting to think she'd been reading too many romantic novels or not getting herself off enough if this was all it took to get her thoughts in places they really shouldn't be.
The smile that lit up the brunette's face was utterly worth the minor humiliation she was feeling at having acted as she would have with any other customer. "Such a good girl." Emma felt her insides clench at the praise and she really hoped her dampening underwear wasn't as noticeable as she thought.
Regina stretched her legs out towards her and the blonde managed to regain some of her professionalism long enough to slip the brunette's shoes off. The brightly coloured nail polish made her smile before she frowned at finding red marks showing through the woman's stocking-covered feet.
"Do your shoes pinch?" Emma looked up at Regina, getting a nod and a smirk. "Perhaps a little, yes. A little pain can be good for you. Why do you ahhh..."
She trailed off as Emma had taken one foot in her hands as Regina was speaking, and had started massaging it tenderly to get the circulation going. Doing her best not to obviously react to the blonde's ministrations, Regina fought back a moan. If Emma wasn't a submissive, she'd be incredibly surprised. Finished with one foot and leaving it resting on her knee, Emma switched to the other.
"Why thank you dear. It's not every day I can say I've been given a foot massage from a beautiful woman." A broad smile graced the mayor's lips as she watched Emma work through hooded eyes. She struggled not to reach out to the blonde and stroke her hair affectionately; it had been some time since she'd had someone so adorable to play with.
"You're most welcome, Madame Mayor." With a tiny nervous cough, Emma opened the box and pulled out a shoe wrapped in plastic and stuffed with balled-up tissue paper. Divesting it of its wrapping took time and gave Regina the chance to examine the logo on the box, tilting her head to get a better look.
"Devious?" Amusement laced her tone as she spoke. The logo was a stylised ankle boot with an extreme heel and a woman in semi-shadow wearing a peaked military-style cap; definitely not designer and far into the range of kink.
Emma gulped and nodded slowly, looking up at Regina with a nervous expression. "Sorry, but these are the only ones I've got in stock with a higher heel than what you're wearing. At least until I can order in something a bit more designer-y for you. This is mainly so you get some idea of the extra height and how they'd feel." Having successfully managed to unwrap the shoe from all the annoying packing material, she held it up for the brunette's inspection; a classic black patent leather pump with a five-inch stiletto heel and half-inch ankle strap.
Regina held her gaze for an uncomfortable few seconds before nodding. "I'll trust your judgement." She held her right foot out to the blonde. "They look quite... attractive." More than a few of the Devious brand shoes also included a functional padlock, something the blonde was grateful wasn't included in this particular style as she really didn't want to have to explain the concept of lockable footwear to the mayor.
While holding the strap out of the way, Emma slipped it onto the mayor's foot and made sure it was seated properly before setting it back on the floor. She desperately tried not to squeeze her legs together while feeling the soft silk (because of course the universe had it in for her and it wouldn't be cheap nylon) covering Regina's ankles as she did up the strap, hastily grabbing the other shoe to start getting it unwrapped.
Emma's composure managed to last until she was asked "So what is this style called?" and her cheeks immediately turned a deep red. She gulped and really wished she picked something else for Regina to try out, though thankfully her reply of "Domina" was greeted with a quiet chuckle. At least she hadn't offended the mayor on their very first meeting, something Ruby would never let her live down.
Both shoes safely in place, Emma gave them a quick buff and polish with a lint-free cloth kept on hand for just such a purpose. She smiled at seeing the bright shiny patent leather gleaming back at her. It wasn't until Regina stood did she actually look up at her and gulped seeing her tower over her kneeling form.
The click of heels on laminate was the loudest thing in the room (Emma's heartbeat was a close second) as Regina took several steps around the shop, going through the rather unique dance that is testing out a new pair of shoes.
Despite the added inch compared to the shoes she walked in on, Regina's balance was unaffected as she smiled down at the blonde who still sat on the floor watching her every move. "Is there something you're trying to tell me?" She asked, delicately placing her hands on her hips.
"N-o?" Emma fidgeted on her knees, resting her hands on her legs and was quietly hoping that the mayor couldn't see just how affected she was by her subservient position or by the brunette standing over her. "Ahem, I mean... no?" The very tall (from Emma's point-of-view), powerful brunette that had a wicked smile and was now much too close for her comfort.
Leaning down, Regina looked her straight in the eyes and smirked as she brushed a loose hair over Emma's ear. "Are you certain you didn't choose these because of their name?" The younger woman shivered a little but shook her head without replying. "I don't like liars, Miss Swan." As she spoke, she stepped behind the blonde and twirled Emma's pony tail between her fingers. "Liars are bad girls and you want to be a good girl for me, don't you dear?" Taking a good grip on the blonde's hair, she slowly pulled Emma's head back to look up at her, keeping it held firmly as she gazed into the other woman's blown pupils.
There was not one word of protest from Emma, she didn't struggle beyond a twitch of her hands and perhaps the tiniest of moans that she managed to swallow. "I do want to be good, Madame Mayor." She wasn't entirely sure what she was agreeing to be good about, but her thoughts were somewhat disjointed by what the older woman was doing.
"How interesting." Regina released her hold on Emma's hair and circled her slowly, appraising the blonde's kneeling form. She tapped the blonde's spine with her right hand. "Straighten, don't slouch." Her eyes darkened and praise fell easily from her lips as she was instantly obeyed. "Good, very good, that's much better."
Regina clicked her way to the front entrance, her smile was reflected in the glass as she locked the door and flipped the sign over.
Walking back in front of Emma, she perched on the chaise again and wondered just how far she could push before the younger woman actually objected to what she was doing. She crooked a finger to beckon Emma to her. "Come closer." The blonde shuffled a few inches towards her and stopped, earning her a small frown. "No dear, much closer please."
"Yes, Madame Mayor." Gulping, Emma's voice was small as she shuffled forward until she was almost touching the mayor's legs before settling back on her own ankles again. She was rewarded with a smile and another warm "good girl" that made her legs twitch, a move that didn't go unnoticed.
A few soft taps of the mayor's heels were enough to get the blonde to shuffle her legs apart, giving her better balance on the floor.
"I'm going to make a few observations, not criticisms." Regina's deep brown eyes looked deeply into Emma's clear green ones as she spoke, making sure she had the younger woman's complete attention. "You're submissive, yes? Or at least, you don't mind someone else taking away your control." The nod she received made her smile. "I see. You also like being praised."
"Yes Madame." Emma nodded in agreement. "Uh... I mean, yes Madame Mayor." She blushed and looked down, a little ashamed at how easily she'd slipped into that headspace and with a total stranger that she'd only just met no less.
Leaning forward, Regina put her hand under Emma's jaw and gently lifted it. "I'm not judging you, dear." She gave her a warm smile and tenderly stroked the blonde's cheek with her thumb before taking her hands away. "Would I be right in thinking you've had some experience with this dynamic?"
Emma almost tried to follow the touch with her head before she reluctantly nodded again. "An ex introduced me to it. It was fun." It had been some time since she'd done any of this with a partner, but her expression softened at the memories of Sunday afternoons spent under Elsa's thumb... and hands... and heels. Her reminiscence was interrupted by Regina's quiet laugh and she blushed again. If this continued, she was sure she'd end up with a permanently red face.
"One last question; you have a shoe kink don't you, dear?"
Emma turned beet-red and hid her face behind her hands with a loud groan. "I was hoping you hadn't noticed that." Her reply was slightly muffled before she moved her hands away and took her glasses off to clean the fingerprint smudges. "What gave it away?"
"Those beautiful bright eyes of yours dear, which are framed quite wonderfully by your glasses I might add." Regina smirked at her as the blonde replaced her glasses. "They kept focusing on something well below my chest so much that I was almost offended." She lifts one foot to tease the inside of Emma's thigh with the point of the stiletto heel as she explained. "Nearly everyone else seemed quite happy to stare at my blouse, and its contents, but not you, no. You were different."
Moving her foot higher, Regina's smile grew as she watched Emma trying not to react. "And I happen to like 'different'." In the current context, her words could very easily be taken to mean she liked Emma.
"Oh." Swallowing, Emma watched the path of Regina's heel and how dangerously close it was pushing under her skirt that was stretched around her parted legs. She knew she should object to what was happening, stop this little game before things went too far between them. Anytime now. Really, she should. Nothing good would cum of it, a voice in her head suggested. Come of it, another voice quickly corrected the first.
"You're so adorable, Em-ma." She deliberately elongated the blonde's name and tenderly removed Emma's glasses, setting them down on the chaise next to her. "Seeing you so gracefully drop to your knees in front of me earlier made me want to take you home and do wonderfully horrible things to you." Tucking a few more stray hairs that had pulled loose from the blonde's ponytail back behind her ears, Regina moved her hand down to stroke Emma's cheek, watching as she closed her eyes and nuzzled her palm with it.
When Emma opened her eyes again, her pupils were almost blown completely with just the barest hint of a green rim at the edge. "Thank you, Madame." She whispered, what little pretence of a customer and shop owner was gone.
Untangling the blonde's hair from her pony tail and carding her fingers through it gave Regina the opportunity to pull on it playfully. At this distance between them, Emma's quiet little moan was impossible to miss.
In spite of all this, Emma's hands remained resolutely by her sides; not once did she raise them to stop Regina or make any sound of protest. Her breathing was slow and steady, matching the pace of her thoughts as she slipped deeper into her headspace. She briefly wondered how her Monday had gone from dull-as-dishwater to meeting the mayor, revealing something so personal about herself and now to whatever this is going to be.
Keeping her grip on blonde hair tight, Regina forced Emma to look her in the eyes. Her question of "Do you want me to stop?" was met with a soft "No, Madame." and as much of a shake of the head the blonde could make while her hair was being held. She rewarded the blonde with a sharp nip to her ear that made her moan again. "If that changes, I want you to tell me even if you think it might disappoint me. This is supposed to be fun for both of us and I will respect your limits; prove to you that you can trust me." She thought it was unlikely that Emma would actually want her to stop, but it always paid to check-in.
"Yes Madame." Emma spoke seriously, even though the spark of pain from her ear that had shot straight down her spine was a distraction.
Putting her foot back on the floor and reaching out with both hands, Regina guided Emma's head down to let her rub her cheek against the soft silk covering the brunette's calves, pushing her further down until she was pressing her cheek against the polished leather of her shoe. Despite the awkward position for them both, the mayor smiled and stroked Emma's hair. "Such a very good girl for me." She cooed, continuing to pet Emma as the blonde nuzzled her affectionately.
For Emma, the world slowed to a crawl, her perception shrinking down to nothing more than the hand on her head and the mayor's heels in front of her.
Regina watched with hooded eyes as Emma slowly peppered her heels with small kisses, wiggling a little on her knees to get comfortable from being bent over at the waist. The brunette's imagination was quick to supply how Emma would look clad only in her underwear, or perhaps even less, moving up from her shoes, up her legs to the space between her thighs. Maybe a riding crop to provide a little gentle encouragement, though it didn't seem like Emma would need much from the way she was worshipping her already.
After several minutes, Emma was squirming in front of her, trying to keep her hips still and not make it quite so obvious how turned on she was becoming. Taking pity on the blonde, Regina smirked and encouraged her to sit up again with gentle tugs on her hair.
"Since you're doing so well, I think you've earned a little reward." Lifting her foot, Regina wiggled the stiletto heel under Emma's skirt and used it to ruck it higher up the blonde's thighs. She smiled seeing the obvious damp spot on her underwear as Emma turned her head to one side in embarrassment. "There's no need to hide, dear. It's a compliment after all and shows you're enjoying yourself."
"M'shy." Emma mumbled and bit her lip.
Regina wondered if there was just a hint of little-ness in Emma; the fidgeting, not quite making eye contact with her and especially the cute shyness she was now displaying. "You don't need to be shy with me." She tried to reassure her and smiled warmly. Taking things quite literally a step further, she lifts her foot and traces it all the way along the inside of Emma's thigh until it was just in front of the blonde's exposed underwear. She then waited to see what the other woman would do next; it was entirely her choice as to whether things continued.
Emma immediately stopped fidgeting and moved her head around to watch the black patent shoe pressing so close to the apex of her legs. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the shoe and Regina's face. Upon seeing the welcoming expression, and taking a fortifying breath, she pushed herself against the mayor's foot. If the brunette wasn't aware of how aroused she was before, it was undeniable now.
"Good girl." Regina praised her firmly as she felt the warmth of Emma's damp core, despite the layers of cotton, leather and silk between them. She slowly twisted her foot, grinding the upper part of the shoe against the blonde's panties.
"M-Madame!" Emma exclaims, struggling not to buck her hips.
"Yes, dear?" Regina decided she could get quite used to hearing that honorific falling from Emma's lips. She watched in amusement and kept pressing her foot against the blonde, feeling it getting slicker as Emma got more aroused. "Is something the matter?" She chuckled quietly as Emma finally remembered that she had arms and could move them, clenching her hands on the hem of her skirt while feeling unsure what to do with herself.
"N-no, Madame." A quick shake of blonde hair as her voice cracked on the first word.
Licking her lips at the delicious sight of the younger woman struggling with herself; the need to push hard against the leather versus her pride. If she were a betting woman, she'd lay odds that it wouldn't be long before Emma gave in and pleaded with her; just a little harder, please Madame... just a little more... I'm soo close.
"It's just us here, Emma." She spoke with quiet reassurance and cupped the blonde's chin again, stroking her flushed cheek with a tender hand. Encouraging, nurturing a sub's desires, never judging them or belittling their needs (unless that was something they actually wanted and Emma didn't seem the type). "You're safe with me, I promise."
Neither of them spoke for several long minutes, the only sounds in the room were the faint rustle of fabric and the increasing moans from the blonde.
"M-madame?" With her knuckles turning white, Emma's resolve finally broke. Her face was deeply flushed and she was sure her arousal was dripping down her legs by now.
"What do you need, Emma?" Regina kept her expression relaxed, a soft smile on her face as she watched the younger woman warring with herself. Would her head or heart (well, libido she supposed was more accurate) win?
"I...I... need... I m-mean... if Madame would allow... this one... t-to..." The blonde stammered, her brain trying to formulate the correct response despite what Regina was doing to her. She'd done this a few times before, but getting the right combination of words was proving just as hard as ever when it came to getting over her pride to actually say them out loud.
An evil grin threatened to escape the mayor's rigid control and it took most of her willpower to suppress it. Evidently libido was winning. Emma's use of an indefinite pronoun made her wonder just how much experience she had at being a sub.
"To what, dear? Be -my- good girl; tell me what you want and I'll let you have it." Regina's voice was coaxing, another gentle push to encourage Emma. It had been at least an hour since she'd entered the shop and though it wasn't the busiest day of the week, she knew she wouldn't be able to drag this out like she would had they been at her home.
"P-please Madame, let this one cum." Emma blurted her words out, finally giving in completely.
Leaning forward, Regina put her lips close to the blonde's ear so she wouldn't miss one word of what she was about to say. "You've been such a very, very good girl for me, you may. Cum for me, Em-ma. Now."
The words had barely left her before the blonde's hips bucked hard against her leg, almost crushing Regina's foot between her thighs as her body went rigid. Emma screwed her eyes tightly shut and bit down on her lip almost hard enough to break the skin so she could contain the shriek of her climax behind her hands. She slumped against the mayor's legs and held onto them as she panted hard for breath, a thin sheen of sweat coating the exposed skin of her neck.
It was several minutes before she came back to herself enough that she realised she was touching Regina, her temporary Madame, without her permission. She almost jumped backwards in her haste and grimaced at the sticky sensation between her legs, suddenly feeling immensely grateful the floor wasn't carpeted.
Finally risking looking up at Regina, she was relieved to see a pleased smile.
"Give yourself a minute, dear. You're doing so well for me." Regina made sure to praise Emma as she reached down to unbuckle the shoes before she slipped her feet out, smirking at the mess the blonde had made of one of them. She sat them neatly on the lid of the box they came in and put her own shoes back on.
Once the blonde's breathing had evened out, she tenderly adjusted Emma's skirt and helped her onto the chaise next to her. She pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her back as she cooed. "You're doing so well." Though time was pressing, she wanted to give the blonde as much aftercare and time as she could to get herself together. Regina persuaded Emma to rest her head on her shoulder, stroking her hair affectionately.
"Thank you, Madame." Emma's voice was strained and a little hoarse, but she still managed a grateful smile. She hesitantly moved her hand to hold Regina's before thinking better of it, only for the mayor to take it and kiss her flushed cheek. They sat cuddled together in companionable silence while Emma recovered and the blonde knew she had the dopiest grin on her face but she just couldn't help it. Looking down, she accidentally caught sight of the discarded shoes, immediately feeling the blush heat her cheeks and neck at seeing the state they were in.
Following the blonde's gaze, Regina grinned. "Those will certainly need cleaning, dear. I find a tongue is best and it's a pity we're not at home; I have a gag that holds a shoe in place in a sub's mouth." Despite her orgasmic high not minutes before, the idea of it immediately blew out Emma's pupils again, much to the mayor's amusement.
"My, my. If you didn't have my interest before, you certainly do now. You don't have to decide right away, but if you want to continue these little... shall we say games? I would be agreeable if you are." As Regina finished speaking, Emma lifted her head and looked incredulously at her.
"R-really? But you're so attractive... and the mayor! And... and..." She trailed off. "I'm me. You could have anyone; why would you want me?" Self-confidence was something of an issue for Emma after a number of messy break-ups, usually because of her kinks. It was why she tried so hard to bury them.
"Because I don't want anyone else. You are wonderful and I would very much like to know more about you if you'll let me." Regina gave her a warm smile and kissed the younger woman's cheek again before settling the blonde's glasses back in place. She wasn't going to let the opportunity of knowing Emma better let her pass by if she had anything to say about it.
Blinking in surprise, Emma could see that the mayor was being entirely serious. "Oh." She smiled nervously; hope was a terrible thing. "I would love to... If you want to."
Continuing to stroke the younger woman's hair, Regina's expression was bright. "We will need to talk about limits, yours and mine, and all sorts of other things, but maybe when we're not going to be disturbed. If it's not too presumptuous, would you like to come for dinner one evening?" Seeing Emma suggestively wiggle her eyebrows, the brunette snorted in amusement. "I mean an actual meal, with real food, dear. If you're going to be nailed against the headboard, you'll need sustenance."
"Yeah, that sounds good." Emma nodded in agreement before she realised what the mayor had just said to her. "Wait, what?"
Regina just smiled.