Author's note: First of all, thank you all for the feedback. After your reviews, I realized that I'd made a mistake in the last chapter when I didn't fully explain Beca's reactions to the paddling. I hope the beginning of this chapter eases the concerns you have over the events of the last chapter. Please read and review. It does help me a lot in making sure that the relationship between Beca and Aubrey is genuine and is being coming off the way I intend. I want this to be a healthy domme/sub relationship.

Chapter 6

"Shit," I moaned as I rolled onto my back, instantly waking from the pain in my bruised ass. Aubrey and I were still on the couch. She looked down at me, biting her lip apprehensively and I knew she hadn't slept. I ignored her look as I carefully rolled back onto my side, using her thigh as a pillow.

"I'm sorry, Beca," Aubrey said quietly.

I sighed, "It's ok, Bre."

"No, it's not. I don't like what happened today. I don't like what I did to you. You were defending me, that shouldn't be punished." She said, her voice full of the uncertainty and worry that I knew she was feeling.

I slowly sat up, trying not to wince too much as my weight fell on the bruises. I looked at Aubrey, but she avoided looking into my eyes. "It's alright."

"It shouldn't have happened, Beca. I promised you that you wouldn't be touched, and then you were, and I didn't put that bitch in her place, and you had to step in. I'm sorry. I failed you in every way possible today." She said as a tear fell from her lashes and trailed down her cheek.

I reached out and gently brushed the tear off her cheek. "You didn't fail me, Bre. We're still trying to figure this out."

"How is it that you don't hate me for this?" She asked, pulling away from my touch.

"When you lifted that paddle today, were you trying to discipline your slave for acting inappropriately in public? Or were you trying to beat your girlfriend?"

She flinched. "I was trying to discipline my sub."

"I know," I said gently. "That's why I don't hate you. Is my ass going to hurt for a while? Yes. Do I wish that you'd chosen another form of discipline? Yes. Do I wish I hadn't hit that butch? Not in the slightest, and if I had to do it all over, I'd still hit the bitch." I waited while that sunk in, and then added, "But that's just your girlfriend talking. If you ask your pet, then the answers are mostly different. As your sub, I still don't regret hitting that butch. But I also loved your response, and I'm thoroughly enjoying the pain in my ass, because it reminds me of your claim on me."

"Really?" She asked, her voice hesitant as though she didn't believe me.

I smiled softly, "Yeah." Seeing that she still didn't believe me I crawled over to kneel, straddling her thighs. I ignored the surprised look in her green eyes as I leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You have no idea what it does to me when you claim me." I felt the shudder run through her and flicked my tongue out to tease her ear.

"Beca, wait," she said, breathlessly.

I sat back, groaning when my weight fell on my butt. "What, Bre? Why are you beating yourself up over this? If I had said our safeword would you have stopped?"

She paused, closing her mouth on the arguments she had been about to say. She thought about it and relaxed. "Yes, I would have stopped."

"Did I say the word?" I asked patiently.

"No."

"No, I didn't. Was that more pain than pleasure? Yes. But I knew you needed to do it. I knew as soon as the butch hit the floor that I wasn't going to enjoy what happened. I could have stopped it then, but I didn't. Because you needed it. You needed to re-establish your claim over me after seeing her hand on me. And you needed to protect your professional identity. If that hadn't happened in such a public forum, you would have responded differently."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because, Aubrey. I know what you need, too," I explained, smiling.

"How did I get so lucky?" She asked, wonder in her voice and I knew that she was starting to forgive herself.

"Again, do I need to remind you of the elaborate setup you did at the party, then the stealing of my car, and the tying me up?" I said with a smirk.

"I didn't steal your car. You were in it with me." She huffed out a half laugh.

"That's true."

She sobered. "I'm still sorry, Beca. I don't ever want to hurt you."

I took her face gently in my hands and met her gaze, wanting her to see the truth in my eyes. "Then you should stop offering me the collar. I enjoy a little pain, Bre."

Understanding blazed in her eyes. "Fine, I don't ever want to harm you. I don't want this to ever be anything but mutual enjoyment."

"That's what I wanted to hear, Aubrey. I promise, I'll use the safeword if things ever get even remotely close to the line between hurting and harming."

She nodded, "Alright, I can live with that. On a scale of 1 to 10, what was today?"

"With 10 being too close to that line?" I asked, and when she nodded I said, "A 7. It hurt, but I'm not remotely harmed by it."

She finally relaxed as she pulled me in for a hug. "I love you, Beca," she whispered as she kissed my temple.

"I love you too, Bre." I said and kissed her deeply, trying to put all of the love I felt for her into the kiss. She met the kiss with enough passion to have me rocking back on her lap. I couldn't stop the whimper that fell from my lips as the bruises flared to life.

Aubrey immediately pulled back from the kiss, her eyes wide. "I'm so sorry. Shit, I didn't—"

I put a finger to her lips to stop her apology. "It's ok, Bre. But if you want, you can make it up to me." I said the last in a purr that caused a shiver to run through the blonde. I felt heat race through me at the hungry look that came into Aubrey's eyes.

She smirked, "Oh, really?"

I just smirked and shifted so I could grind my hot center against her thigh. I moaned at the contact and continued to rock against her. I was watching her and saw the moment when she decided to give into my lewd behavior. I laughed when her hands started fumbling with the zipper on my pants.

Later, as I drove Aubrey back to her house, before heading over to Jesse's I noticed her shifting in her seat. "What's up?" I asked.

She sighed, keeping her eyes focused out the window. "I still feel bad about earlier."

"Bre, I think you more than made up for it this afternoon. Or have you forgotten all the times you made me scream your name?" I asked lightly.

She glanced at me with a small smile. "I remember, but I—". She broke off and looked back out the window.

"You what?" I asked and when she didn't say anything, I added, "Please, Aubrey. What's going on?"

She took a deep breath and said, "That was me apologizing to my girlfriend for causing her pain. I'd also like to make it up to my pet. Will you come over tonight whenever you're done at Jesse's?"

I smiled. "Of course."

"Thank you," she said letting the tension drain out of her.

"Did you honestly think I was going to say 'no'?" I asked.

"I worried. Today was…intense, and I wasn't sure you'd be willing to submit to me again." She answered softly.

"Bre, I'm yours. Yes, today was intense, but that doesn't change the fact that I love putting myself at your mercy. I want all of you." I told her honestly.

"I want all of you too. So much that it sometimes scares me," she said.

"Aubrey, if you hadn't asked me to come over tonight, I was going to invite myself. We both need some time together as mistress and slave, to find our balance again."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," I said with a smile. "Plus, it'll give me a really good excuse for getting out of watching some stupid movie with Jesse."

She smirked, "Are you planning on telling him that you can't stay to watch a movie because you have plans to let me tie you up and fuck your brains out?"

My hands jerked on the wheel as heat shot through me. Her throaty chuckle didn't help and I had to struggle to calm my suddenly pounding heart while I focused on not driving us off the road. After a minute, I said, "No, not in those words."

She just laughed. A few minutes later, I pulled into her driveway. I put the car into park and pulled Aubrey in for a hard kiss, pouring all my raging desire for her into the kiss. She moaned and I shuddered against her in response. When I pulled back, her eyes were a little glassy with desire and I smirked. "I'll see you in a few hours," I said sweetly.

Her eyes narrowed, but she just replied, "Will you text me when you're on your way?"

"Sure."

"Ok, see you later, Beca," she said before climbing out of the car and gathering the bags from our purchases. I watched until she was inside her house before putting the car in reverse and heading to pick up the pizza and beer.

By the time I found myself knocking on Jesse's door, I still hadn't decided what I was going to tell him about my relationship with Aubrey. I indulged in two deep breaths to calm my nerves as I waited for Jesse to open the door.

He was grinning as he pulled the door open. "Hey, you actually made it."

I rolled my eyes, "You're such a nerd." I handed him the beer as I moved into his apartment. I sat on his couch and dropped the pizza onto the coffee table.

Jesse put the 6-pack in the fridge, grabbing two of the bottles and heading over to sit next to me on the couch. "So, Aubrey, huh?" He asked, opening the beer with the bottle opener he kept on the coffee table.

I took a long sip from the bottle he handed me. "Yeah." I finally answered.

"Oh, come on. You've got to give me more than that. Yesterday you said you had a crazy weekend. What happened?" He whined.

I sighed. "Well, on Saturday, I had a gig. I was DJing a masked…costume party and Aubrey was one of the guests. I didn't recognize her at first, but she totally caught my eye." I paused to smile as the image of Aubrey in the leather she'd worn to the party flashed into my mind.

Jesse noticed, and had to ask. "What was she wearing?"

I blushed. "Um, she was wearing a black leather cat-suit."

His eyebrows shot up and I knew he was trying to picture it. "Wow, that's—strangely hot to imagine."

I laughed. "Jesse, you have no idea." He just looked at me and I nodded, feeling a little smug.

"Wow."

"Anyway, we ended up going back to her place after the party, and I kinda stayed until Monday morning." I admitted a little sheepishly.

"Holy, shit! Really?" He asked incredulously.

I couldn't blame him for his surprise. I haven't really made it a habit to even stay the night after hooking up with a girl. I shrugged, "Yeah, it's…different with Aubrey."

"Wow. Well I'm happy for you, Beca. I still can't believe it's with Aubrey Posen, the blonde dictator you bitched about so much in college, but I guess it's cool. You seem really happy." He said, reaching for a slice of the pizza.

"Thanks. It's strange, cause it's kinda sudden, but she makes me happy." I said, blushing.

He smirked, "Yeah happy enough to blow me off last night."

I smacked his arm. "It wasn't like that. We were celebrating," I explained, being deliberately vague.

He took the bait, but couldn't resist teasing me. "Celebrating what? That you guys managed to not kill each other after two days?"

I laughed. "No, we were celebrating the fact that I got a job with Atlantic Records," I answered dryly.

"Wait, what?" He asked, his pizza stopping halfway to his mouth.

I grinned. "You heard me."

"Becs, that's amazing. Tell me everything." Jesse said with an excited grin.

"Well, the party that I was working on Saturday was for one of the record label's execs and he was impressed. Yesterday, he offered me a job DJing in a new club and working with one of their artists. I start next week," I explained proudly.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded. "How did you manage to get that gig? That's just incredible." He said and I could hear the wonder in his voice.

"Actually, Aubrey suggested he hire me for the party." I smirked.

"What? How does Aubrey know a record label executive? And why would she ask for you to be hired to DJ a party?"

"Because I'm awesome," I deadpanned.

Jesse rolled his eyes. "Seriously?"

I smiled. "She wanted a way to flirt with me and see if I was interested before I realized who she was, because we both had to wear masks." I intentionally ignored Jesse's question about how Aubrey knew Marcus. I hoped he'd drop it, I was already feeling guilty enough for stretching the truth about the party.

Jesse looked impressed. "Wow, seems like she really went to a lot of trouble to get in your pants." I smacked him lightly on the arm. "Ow! Alright, I'll stop," he said rubbing his arm.

I smiled, and finally reached for a slice of the pizza, figuring that we'd gotten past the hardest part of the conversation. I was so wrong.

Jesse watched me reach of the pizza and just as I was about to take a bite, he asked, "So, is she as controlling in bed as she was when she was in charge of the Bellas?"

I froze. I stared at him for a moment, panic flooding through me. I forced myself to relax and dropped the hand holding the pizza. "I'm so not answering that." I managed to say, looking anywhere but at Jesse.

He gasped, "That means yes. Oh my God, Beca! Really?"

I could feel my cheeks heat and I continued to stare at the floor. "I'm not talking about my sex life with you, Jesse."

He was quiet for a long time and I shifted awkwardly on the couch, which instantly put pressure on the tender skin of my ass. I bit back the groan that wanted to escape my lips, but I couldn't stop the blush from spreading across my face. I wanted to just run out the door, but I didn't because I knew that I'd eventually have to sit through this conversation with Jesse, and it would only get harder the longer I avoided it. When the silence continued, I risked a glance at Jesse. He was staring at me, a look of complete shock on his face. My glance apparently gave him permission to speak because he asked, "Do you really like that stuff?"

I sighed, my cheeks still feeling like they were on fire from the heat of my blush. "Yeah Jesse, I do."

"And does Aubrey? I mean does she want—? How did that even come up?" He stuttered.

I smiled at his awkwardness. "Aubrey is amazing. It came up the night of the party, and I'm seriously not going to tell you anything else. It's all pretty new to me, and I'm still figuring it out for myself."

"Wow," was all he could manage. He actually looked kinda impressed and I relaxed. Seeing as he wasn't going to kick me out or get all judgmental or anything, I decided to finally start eating. Eventually, Jesse took a long drink from his beer and started to eat again. After a few minutes, Jesse asked, "So, how does Aubrey know the guy who threw the party?"

I laughed, and feeling more comfortable, I told Jesse the truth. "They met at a BDSM club a while ago."

"Really? So, Aubrey's been into all this for a while?" He asked.

"Yeah, but if you want to know more, you'll have to ask her," I told him and laughed when a look of terrified horror flashed across his face.

"Um, no. That's alright," he managed.

"What's wrong Jesse? Don't want to ask Aubrey about her sexual escapades?" I teased.

"No."

I grinned. "Good plan." When he didn't respond, I grabbed another slice of pizza. While I ate, I sat and watched Jesse process everything I'd just admitted. Eventually, Jesse started to eat again and I waited until he took a bite before dryly asking, "You done thinking about Aubrey tying me up and spanking me?"

He choked and started coughing. I helpfully slapped his back until he waved me off. He swallowed his bite of pizza before grumbling, "Are you trying to kill me? I really didn't want to be thinking about that, but now I am. Gross."

I chuckled, "You're welcome."

"I hate you," he said and I grinned. We went back to eating and Jesse launched into a discussion about the score he was working on for some independent movie.

An hour and a half later, I finally managed to evade Jesse's attempts to get me to watch a movie with him. I called Bre when I got in my car, using the blue tooth headset so I could talk and drive. I grinned when she picked it up before the second ring.

"Hey, I thought you were going to text. Are you still coming over?" She asked and I could hear the worry in her voice.

"Yeah, sorry. I just left Jesse's so I'll be over there soon," I reassured her.

"Great. How'd it go?" She asked, and I knew she was smiling.

"It was fine. I told him," I told her.

"Really?" She asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I mean not all of it, but enough to explain why I was having a hard time sitting on his couch," I said.

"What'd he say?"

"Not much, he was really surprised, but when I suggested he ask you for more details, he decided he didn't need to know more," I said, chuckling at the memory of the look of horror on his face.

Aubrey laughed. "Fair enough. Do you think he'll get up the nerve to ask?"

"I honestly don't know. I mean maybe if you guys get along when we all hang out together, but maybe not."

"You want us to hang out together?" Aubrey asked, her voice soft enough that I couldn't figure out what she was feeling.

"Yeah, of course. He's my best friend and you're my girlfriend. Isn't it in the rules or something that you guys have to hang out?"

She chuckled, "I suppose so. But seriously, thanks, Beca. It means a lot."

I rolled my eyes, knowing she wouldn't see it. "Bre, this is all still new, but I'm in this for the long haul. I want you to be a part of my life. And not just the part of it I spend in the bedroom."

"Thank you."

"I love you, Bre."

"I love you too, Beca."

My usual collar was waiting for me when Aubrey let me into her house. I smiled and gave her a quick kiss before moving over and buckling the collar on. I let out a happy sigh as it settled around my neck. Aubrey watched me while I put it on and she smiled when she saw the tension drain out of my body.

"God Beca, you're beautiful," she said reaching out to caress my cheek.

I smiled, "Thank you, Mistress."

"Go on to the playroom, I'll be right there," she said and I hurried down the hall.

I moved into the room and knelt in the middle of the floor. My eyes fell to the carpet in front of me as I settled into position. As I waited, I felt myself grow wet in anticipation of what my mistress would ask of me that night. I sat back slightly more heavily on my feet, making my heels dig into the bruises on my ass and causing them to throb. The dull pain just excited me further as it reminded me of Aubrey's claim over me. I felt my nipples harden as heat raced through me. A few minutes later, Aubrey came into the room, closing the door behind her. I waited patiently as she moved to stand in front of me. It wasn't until her bare feet and legs came into view that I realized she'd changed, and my eyes traveled up her naked skin until they reached the short hem of the sheer robe she had put on. I unconsciously licked my lips. Her throaty chuckle drew my eyes up to her face.

She was smiling down at me. When my gaze met hers, she said, "You seem to be wearing too much clothing, my pet. Stand so I may remove them."

I immediately rose to stand before her. "Yes, Mistress."

She took her time, kissing each bit of skin that she bared as my clothes fell to the ground. Her mouth felt incredible on me and I had to struggle not to touch her. I was panting by the time I stood naked, except for my collar, in front of her. She smiled at my effort, and said, "You were so good today, accepting your punishment in the store that I've decided to give you a gift tonight." All of the uncertainty and guilt from earlier was gone from her eyes as she looked at me.

I smiled, "What is it, Mistress?"

"You may go to my cabinet and pick out whatever you want me to use on you tonight," She said.

I grinned; I'd been dying to look more closely at her toys. "Thank you, Mistress," I said and hurried over to the cabinet. She chuckled at my excitement and I could hear her move to sit on the bench while I looked. I took my time, there were a few things that I'd never seen before and I had no idea what they did or were used for. I bypassed them and kept looking. I knew what I wanted for tonight. When I made my selection, I moved over to my mistress showing her what I wanted. She grinned seeing the harness in my hands. I'd chosen the strap-on with the dildo for Aubrey as well as me. I'd also chosen a pair of the leather wrist cuffs that could be unclipped and attached to the headboard.

"This is an excellent choice, my pet," She said approvingly. "Go ahead and get into the bed." I hesitated and Aubrey asked, "Yes, Beca?"

"May I help you put it on, Mistress?" I asked quietly.

"Of course," She said taking my hand and leading me over to the bed. She let the robe slip off her body and handed the lube to me. I carefully spread it over the dildo on the inside of the harness. She stood with her legs spread waiting for me to put it on. I pulled the straps up her thighs and ran a finger through her folds to make sure she was ready for the phallus. My eyes widened in surprise when I realized how wet she already was. She smirked but didn't say anything. I carefully slipped the dildo into her and finished buckling the straps around her hips. She only gave a small gasp as it slid into place. When I was finished, Aubrey pulled me in for a deep, needy kiss. I moaned as I felt the second dildo press into my stomach. When we broke the kiss, she gently buckled the wrist cuffs in place, but didn't immediately clip them together. She directed me to kneel on the bed and I hurried to obey. Once I was in place, she pulled my hands behind my back and clipped the cuffs together. Anticipation was racing through me and I could feel the flood of moisture pooling between my thighs. I was aching to be filled.

Aubrey climbed onto the bed and after lubing the dildo, she settled herself back against the pillows. "I want you to ride me, Beca."

"Yes, Mistress," I said breathily, growing even more aroused at the thought.

She grinned and I moved carefully into position, straddling her hips. Aubrey reached out to put a hand on my arm to help steady me as I settled myself over her. She used her other hand to guide the tip of the phallus to my opening. When it was in place, she ordered, "Slowly lower yourself."

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped as I followed her command.

I shuddered as I slowly felt myself be filled. Aubrey moaned as my weight pushed her dildo further into her. I paused when I had taken the entire phallus into me. My inner walls convulsively flexed around the dildo. When her green eyes met mine, I began to rock my hips slowly, gradually picking up speed as I rode my mistress. It wasn't long before the orgasm was building within me and I began to struggle against its pull. Aubrey tensed under me and I knew she was close, which just encouraged me to give into the release my body craved.

My mistress noticed and she said, "Come for me, Beca." Immediately, my body clamped around the dildo and my release washed over me. Aubrey cried out under me and I paused in my movement, unsure if she would want me to continue. "Don't stop," She ordered, and I immediately began to thrust my hips against her. A second orgasm immediately started building within me. Just before I got to the point when I would have to fight against my body's needs, my mistress demanded that I come again, and I felt my body react instantly, sending me back over the edge.

Aubrey had me stop after that and I reluctantly shifted to allow the dildo to slip out of my dripping center. She unclipped my cuffs and had me lie on my back. My mistress put a pillow under my hips, propping them up so my weight wouldn't rest on my bruised ass and I smiled gratefully up at her. She gave me a quick kiss before attaching my wrists to the headboard. She moved between my thighs and in one swift motion, drove the dildo back into my core. I groaned feeling myself be filled again. As soon as she was as deep inside of me as she could go, she demanded, "Come, Beca." And I did. My inner walls immediately clamped on the phallus, and I shook as I came. "Good girl," She said and began thrusting inside me. I moaned, my hips rising to meet her thrusts. After half a dozen thrusts, my mistress demanded I come again and between one heart beat and the next, I went from a slow build of pleasure to moaning out an orgasm.

As the last wave of pleasure faded, Aubrey pulled out of me and quickly unbuckled the strap on. She dropped it on the floor next to the bed and moved up to nibble on my neck. I moaned, and she stopped to meet my gaze. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes. I smiled, knowing she wasn't done with me yet. She leaned in to place a chaste kiss on my lips before smirking as she ordered me to come yet again. I gasped, feeling my body instantly respond to the command.

"Oh, God," I moaned as the orgasm ripped through me. Aubrey watched me with predatory hunger and I felt myself blush.

She bit hard into my shoulder. The pain instantly transferring into pleasure and I came again on a scream. She grinned at me. And I quickly lost track of everything but her mouth on my skin and her orders to come. I have no idea how many times I came that night. I just know that by the time Aubrey led me into her bedroom, I was so finely tuned to her that she could be across the room, not even touching me, and I would come when she demanded it of me.

I woke the next morning to the feeling of soft hands on my skin. I smiled and pressed closer to Aubrey, mumbling, "Too early, Mistress."

She chuckled, "It's after noon, Beca."

I nuzzled her neck and moaned, "Five more minutes."

"Alright, love," she agreed and I could hear the smile in her voice. She kissed the top of my head and held me against her. I smiled. I was awake, but I didn't want to move. As I lay in the safety of her arms, my thoughts wandered back to the events of the previous night. My cheeks heated as I remembered my body's response to Aubrey's commands. I shifted awkwardly, wanting to ask about it, but feeling embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Aubrey asked, immediately sensing the tension running through me.

"I'm just embarrassed. I've never done that before," I muttered, my blush deepening.

"Oh, honey. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. This was incredible." She said, shifting to catch my gaze.

"Seriously?"

"Oh my God, yes. It was the biggest rush I've ever had," She beamed.

"Oh, I didn't know I could do that." I looked away, focusing my eyes on the wall behind Aubrey.

She gently tipped my chin to force my eyes to meet hers again. "Beca, you are the most natural submissive I've ever met. Your body responds to commands before your mind has time to process them. It's amazing to watch." I could see the truth in her eyes and I sighed.

"But it's not always like that. I mean, it's just with you, Mistress." I said softly.

"What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, that butch ordered me to kneel, and I nearly did. But when she insisted, after I refused, I got angry. I didn't belong to her and I couldn't bow to her. But the second you tugged on my collar, I was on my knees," I explained. She smiled. "Why, Mistress? Why do I only respond that way to you? It's been that way since our eyes met at the party on Saturday. After your performance, I spoke with a couple of other dommes, but they couldn't get to me the way you did. I wouldn't have gone home with any of them, even if they had done and said the same things you did. Why is that?"

"I honestly don't know, Beca," she answered softly. "But I do know that I'm never letting you go." She wrapped her arms around me and drew me in for a kiss.

When our lips parted, I smirked up at Aubrey. "Mistress, did you just propose to me?"

Her eyes narrowed. "No, I don't marry my property."

I felt like I'd been kicked in the gut. I sat up, wrapping my arms around my knees. "Oh. I'm sorry, Mistress." I could hear the bitterness in my own voice.

Aubrey's hands were immediately stroking my back, trying to sooth my hurt feelings, but I shrugged her off. She let out a little exasperated sigh and pulled me back into her arms. I didn't let go of my knees, so I ended up in a sort of fetal position against her side. I refused to look at her. "Beca, if I ask you to marry me, I'm going to ask my girlfriend, not my slave." She said each word carefully.

"Oh," I said finally relaxing. I let go of my knees and shifted so wrap myself around her. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," she said, kissing my temple. We lay in each other's arms for a long time. When my stomach grumbled loudly, Aubrey laughed. "Come on, love. Let's go make some lunch."

"Ok," I said, rolling out of the bed. She chuckled at my enthusiasm and I circled the bed to meet her. "I love you, Mistress."

Her eyes softened, and she reached out to run gentle fingers down my cheek. "I love you too, my pet."

After we ate, we went back into the playroom and my mistress spent the day finding new ways to make me pleasure her. She refused to let me come for hours, claiming I'd had enough orgasms the previous night to last me a week. I was nearly delirious with need by the time she finally allowed me to come, but I loved every second of it.