Author's note: So the beginning of this chapter didn't go exactly how I thought it would, but I hope you enjoy. As always, please read/review.
The song lyrics used are from Lovesong by Adele. I don't own the rights.
Chapter 9
"Do you enjoy the sight of me in this outfit?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said honestly.
"Good, take a long look, because it will be the last thing you see before dawn." She said as she moved over to the cabinet. She returned with a blindfold and restraints. She paused, giving me one last look at her perfect figure being hugged by the latex, before tying the blindfold into place. Once it was secure, she leaned down and whispered, "The only reason you are not being gagged tonight is so that you will be able to say your safe word if you need to. You may make any noise you want, but the only word you are allowed to speak before I let you sleep tonight is your safe word. Do you understand?"
I automatically opened my mouth to answer, but I stopped myself before the words came out. I nodded instead, clamping my lips closed. My mistress chuckled, "Good, girl. You are also not allowed to come before I give you permission. Do you understand?" I nodded again. "Good. Now stand up."
I immediately moved to obey and I could feel Aubrey's hands steadying me as I did so. Once I was on my feet, I felt her wrap soft leather cuffs around each wrist and both of my ankles. She then gripped my collar and led me over to the side of the room and made me wait while she moved back to her cabinet. I could hear her rifling through the contents for a moment before she moved back over to me. I could hear the soft rustle of a metal chain and I wondered what she was going to do. The anticipation made my heart race as moisture pooled between my legs. I felt the weight of the chain being attached to my collar and then I was being forced to turn and face the wall. My mistress attached the other end of the chain to the wall and told me to try to move away. I was able to take one step backwards before I was stopped by the chain. I whimpered, and she chuckled.
"Step back towards the wall, my pet." She ordered and I obeyed. Then she attached each of my wrists to the wall so that my arms were slightly bent, but pulled out from my body, leaving my sides exposed. When she was done, my mistress began to tickle my sides. I squealed and squirmed under the assault, but I was unable to get away. When my knees grew weak from laughter, I found that the cuffs on my wrists caught my weight before the chain on my neck. Aubrey immediately stopped tickling me and I knew that she had only done it so that I would know the chain wouldn't choke me if my legs gave out during whatever delightful tortures she had planned. I let out an appreciative moan as I got my feet back under me, lifting the weight from my wrists. My mistress ran a gentle hand down my hair before bending down to attach a spreader bar between my ankle cuffs.
When she was done, Aubrey took a step back to admire me. "God, Beca you are beautiful when you are helpless," she said appreciatively. I whimpered making her chuckle again. Then her hands were on me, gently stroking my body. I leaned into the touch, enjoying the feeling of her soft hands on my skin. Eventually, her hands reached around me to brush delicately along the underside of my breasts. I moaned and without warning she pinched both of my nipples and twisted them. I gasped, heat instantly shooting straight to my core. She released me and moved away. I could hear her drag a chair over to rest near me before she moved back towards the cabinet again. When she returned, she placed several objects on the chair before selecting one and moving to press her body against my exposed back. The feeling of the cold latex sent a shiver through me and I whimpered.
She chuckled lightly in my ear, as she reached around to tease my nipples. I groaned, arching into her touch, my nipples hardening against her soft skin. When they were taught enough to suit her, I felt the soft bite of clamps close around them. I grunted at the slight pain as she adjusted them to a tighter fit. I immediately realized that these were different clamps than the last ones she used. These had small weights attached to them, pulling gently down on my nipples. Once they were adjusted, she gave me a sharp slap on my ass and I jerked, causing the weights to bounce and add pressure to my pinched nipples. I yelped and she laughed. "I told you that you might regret your request, my pet. I'm just getting started."
I whimpered and she turned back to the chair. I had no idea what she picked up until the first stinging blow of the flogger fell over my back. Another yelp escaped my lips as I jerked forward, and the weights bounced again. Another blow landed and I moaned as my nipples were tugged on again. With each blow from the flogger, I squirmed against my restraints and the gentle tug on my breasts felt like a nerve was running from each nipple straight to my clit. By the fifth strike from the flogger I was panting out little moans, and struggling against the orgasm that was trying to rip through me. After that, I lost track of the number of times the flogger fell onto my vulnerable skin, but at some point, I sagged in my restraints, submitting to the sensations, while still holding the orgasm at bay. My mistress immediately stopped and asked, "Beca, are you alright?"
I immediately nodded. "Good. Though I think we'll try something else now, as this doesn't seem to be enough for you. Can you take more?" I nodded again and Aubrey placed a tender kiss to my temple. "Good," she said before removing the spreader bar from between my legs and releasing me from the wall. She led me over to the bench and had me kneel over it, immediately securing my wrists and legs to the bench. She ran a single finger through my folds. "So wet," she murmured and I knew she wasn't speaking to me. I squirmed, wanting her fingers inside, but unable to ask for in. She chuckled, and lightly slapped my butt. "Not yet, my pet." I groaned, but stopped wiggling. I could feel the weight of her eyes as she studied me.
After a long time she asked, "Beca, do you trust me?" I nodded. "I would like to try something new tonight. You may tell me no, but I'd like for you to consider it first. Can you do that?" I nodded again. "I know you've been curious about it, so I'd like to put a small plug in here. Will you let me?" She asked, pressing a finger softly against my anus. I instinctively shifted away and she sighed, instantly pulling her finger away. "Ok, we'll do something else."
She stood up and started to move away and I found my voice. "No wait, Mistress." I took a deep breath and felt a blush creep up my cheeks. She stopped, waiting. "I—I am curious. Will it hurt?"
"Not if it's done right. If you let me, it can feel really good." She said.
"Ok, you can do it." I said, feeling a little apprehensive, but I did trust her.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"I trust you," I replied.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, Mistress."
She immediately went to the cabinet and quickly came back. "We'll take this slowly. If you need me to stop, just tell me, otherwise, no more words."
"Yes, Mistress," I answered immediately, and then whimpered as her hand came down hard on my ass.
"I said no more talking," she snarled.
I nodded my understanding and she gently rubbed my butt where she had slapped it, soothing the tender skin. I relaxed and heard a bottle of lube open. I immediately tensed, but she just rubbed a lubricated finger over the pucker of muscles surrounding my anus. Gradually, I let myself relax again. When I had, she used the tip of one of her long slender fingers to tease my hole. It felt surprisingly good and I relaxed further. When she dipped the tip of the finger past the tight muscle, I tensed back up, and she said, "It's ok. I won't hurt you, just relax and let me in." I nodded and forced myself to relax. There was a slight resistance and then I felt her finger inside, gently wiggling and I gasped. It felt surprisingly good. I let out a little moan, which was apparently what my mistress was waiting for because she began slowly thrusting the finger in and out of me. Another moan escaped my lips as I felt heat rush to my center and I realized that my hips began rocking into her thrusts, wanting to feel more of her.
"You're doing really well, Beca. Are you ready for more?" I nodded and she removed her finger. She added more lube and gently pressed two of her fingers back into me. I groaned, feeling the muscle in my anus stretch around her fingers. She scissored the two fingers, making me stretch more before thrusting gently. As I relaxed more and accepted the strange sensations. I was surprised at how good it felt and how much it heightened my arousal. My nipples were hard as a rock in the clamps and I found myself panting at the pleasure her fingers were giving me. After a while she asked, "Are you ready for more?" I nodded eagerly, blushing at how much I wanted her to continue.
She removed her fingers and put lube on the plug before gently pressing it into me. I gasped, it was slightly larger than her fingers, but once it was past the ridge of muscle, it filled me up and I flexed around it. It felt really good, and I felt my blush deepen. "Good, girl. Do you like the way it feels?" I nodded. "Good, now as a reward, you may come," she said, and I could hear the pride in her voice. Her fingers trailed through my dripping folds and she began to stroke and tease my clit. I moaned and she sped up her movements. In seconds, the orgasm crashed over me and I let out a long moan, as I shuddered out my release. The muscles in my ass clamped around the phallus and a second orgasm rocketed through me.
"I didn't say you could come twice," my mistress snapped and a sharp blow landed on my ass. It jarred the plug inside me in a very pleasant way and I yelped. She placed another slap to the other cheek and I jerked forward in my bonds. As she continued to spank me, I convulsively clenched around the plug and my pleasure grew. I gritted my teeth against my need to come again and panted out short breaths between blows. A sudden realization fell over me and I relaxed in my bonds. I had finally given Aubrey complete access and control over every inch of my body. I trusted her completely, and I no longer held anything back from her. I belonged to Aubrey, completely and utterly. I was hers. The thought sent me spiraling immediately into my trance. I felt my heart and soul open to her, submitting completely to her will and her desires. The blush faded from my cheeks and I smiled. Every muscle in my body relaxed and I felt whole in a way I never had before.
I began to sing. I didn't intend to disobey her, but the words came tumbling out and I was headless to stop them.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
As soon as I started singing, my mistress stopped raining blows down on my tender skin. By the time I finished the first verse, she had the cuffs off my wrists and ankles and the clamps off my nipples. She pulled me into her arms and removed the blindfold. She stared down at me as I sang, and I didn't stop until the first tear ran down her cheek.
I reached up and gently brushed it away. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to disobey you, or make you cry.
"It was a happy tear. I love you, Beca," she said with a gentle smile.
I smiled back. "I love you too, Mistress."
She kissed me gently and I melted into the embrace. She broke the kiss and I grinned up at her. "What made you sing, love?" She asked.
"I belong to you, Mistress," I said.
"I know, Beca. You have for a while now. But what made you sing now?" She asked again.
Understanding trickled slowly through the placid happiness of my deep trance. "There are no more barriers between us. You own everything, Mistress."
She smiled, "So, I do. You never cease to amaze me, love."
I had no response to that, so I just smiled. She shifted and told me to lean back over the bench. "I'm going to remove the plug. Just push and it'll come out easier."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, following her orders as the plug slid out of me. When she went to the bathroom to clean it, I shifted so I could kneel and wait for her to return. She wasn't gone long, but when she came back, she immediately stopped in the doorway.
"Beca?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Please come to bed with me." She said quietly.
I immediately jumped to my feet and moved to join her. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once there, she hesitated and I asked, "May I remove your clothes, Mistress?"
She studied my eyes for a long moment. "You're deeper than you've ever been," she announced, and I think she was speaking more to herself than me, but I answered anyway.
"I gave you everything."
She smiled softly. "And I will treasure it, always." When I grinned back at her, she relaxed. "Yes, you may remove my clothes."
"Thank you, Mistress." I answered and knelt to remove her boots.
When we were lying in her bed, I asked, "May I touch you?"
"Yes, love. Touch me however you want." My mistress said.
"I just want to please you, Mistress." I answered.
Her breath caught and wonder filled her eyes as she studied me. "Then make love to me, Beca."
I smiled, "Yes, Mistress." And I did for hours. I was still deep in my trance and blissfully happy when I drifted off into sleep lying safely in my mistress' arms.
On Friday morning, I woke in my own bed with apprehension running through me. My mind was already racing with everything I needed to accomplish that day. Aubrey moaned and rolled towards me, laying her head on my shoulder.
"You're thinking too loudly, love."
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead. "Sorry, Bre. It's just going to be a long day."
"I know, but you'll get everything done," She said, smiling up at me.
I returned the smile and rolled her onto her back so I could kiss her. "Thanks. I really hate to say this, but I have to go," I said when I had to come up for air.
"I know. I'll be at home when you're done. Are you sure you still want to go tonight?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yes," I said, gently biting her neck. She let out a moan and I pulled back to catch her gaze. "I'm not leaving you alone with those bitches tonight."
Her anxiety faded and she nodded. "Alright, are you still up for everything else tonight?"
I smiled softly, "Yes, Bre. It was my idea, remember?"
"I know. It's just—" She broke off.
"It will be difficult. I'm not denying that, but I'm actually looking forward to the part where we get home and you get to make it all up to me," I said, wiggling my eyebrows.
Aubrey let out a small huff of laughter. "What makes you think you will deserve my attentions when we get home tonight?" She asked, teasingly.
I lowered my eyes and forced my voice to soften into a decent imitation of innocence and said, "Won't it please you to have me helplessly at your mercy, Mistress? I only want to please you." I had only intended to bait Aubrey, but as I spoke, the truth of my words rang out, surprising me.
While I was trying to sort through my emotions, Aubrey flipped me over and pinned me under her. I met her eyes and the look of possessive hunger in their green depths swept all thoughts out of my mind. She leaned down to purr in my ear, "You always please me, my pet." I whimpered as need raked through me. Aubrey chuckled and rolled out of bed, moving towards the kitchen and the coffee pot. "Get dressed, Beca. You've got a big day ahead of you." I moaned and climbed out of bed.
At 4pm, Marcus walked into the studio. Danny was finishing the last of his recordings and he sounded great. My boss waited until Danny was done to step forward.
"Nice job, Beca. You've done great work with him," he said grinning down at me.
I smiled, feeling really proud. "Thanks, it's been great working with Danny." I waved through the window for Danny to join us at the soundboard.
"I'm glad to hear that. If this album takes off the way I think it will, I'd like for you to continue to work with him," Marcus explained as Danny came into the room.
"Sweet, thanks Marcus," Danny said enthusiastically.
I smiled and said, "Thanks. Would you like to hear that last track?"
When they both nodded, I pulled it up, layering in the background tracks. We all listened closely and I couldn't keep the grin off my face. It had turned out perfectly. When the song ended, both men expressed their appreciation and I couldn't keep the grin off my face. Marcus announced, "We're going to release the album just as soon as we line up the distributors, but we'd like to preview it next week at the grand opening of our new club, Tanssi. And we'd like you to DJ the grand opening Beca."
"Seriously?" I asked, dumbfounded. Danny just stared at us, his mouth hanging open in shock.
Marcus chuckled. "Yeah, Miss Mitchell. I have a feeling you'll do wonderfully."
"Thanks, that's amazing," I managed as a wide grin broke across my face.
Danny pulled me into a bear hug and said, "Congrats, Bec. You deserve it."
"Thanks, Danny," I said laughing at his exuberance.
"Alright, drinks are on me tonight. You in?" He asked, grinning.
I blushed and glanced away, "I'm sorry, dude. I've got plans for tonight."
"Why are you blushing? What are you doing?" Danny asked.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the knowing smirk on Marcus' lips, but I ignored him, turning back to the singer. "I've got a date with my girlfriend tonight," I said matter-of-factly, hoping he'd drop it.
Danny's face fell, "Ok, well I can't compete with that. How about tomorrow then? You can bring your girl. I'd like to meet her."
I smiled. "That'd be great. Thanks, I know she'd love to meet you," I said, trying to hide my relief that he wasn't pressing me for details.
"Cool, call me tomorrow and we'll make plans," he said smiling.
"Sure."
"Alright, well I'll see you then. Thanks again, Marcus."
"You're welcome, Danny. I'll call you next week about the opening," Marcus replied. Danny nodded and left with a final wave. When we were alone, Marcus turned to me, and I felt butterflies begin to dance in my belly. "You really did a great job with this album, Beca. I'm very happy that we found you."
"Thanks. I've really enjoyed working with Danny. He's got a lot more talent than he was using before."
"I know, I just didn't have the right person to help him showcase it before now," Marcus said.
"Thanks," I said with a smile. "Um, is there anything else I can do for you today?"
He laughed. "No, go ahead and go home. I'm sure Ms. Posen would like the opportunity to get you ready for tonight," he said with a knowing glint in his eye.
I blushed. "Yeah, probably."
"I heard that she will be doing a scene tonight." He was fishing, and I wasn't sure how to answer him. I still didn't know what lie Aubrey was going to use to explain why I wasn't joining her on stage.
"Yeah, she got asked to fill in for someone else," I replied carefully.
"Excellent, well perhaps I will have to stop by the club tonight." He grinned.
My blush deepened and I said, "Well, then I might see you later."
"Maybe, you will," he said with a final smirk as he left.
I let out a sigh and packed up my equipment. I sent Aubrey a quick message telling her that I was finished at work and on my way over. She immediately replied, telling me that she was out shopping and that if I got there first, I should let myself in. I sent her my agreement and climbed into my car.
I beat her home and felt a little weird about using the key she had given me. I hadn't had the opportunity to use it yet. When I opened the door, I immediately felt the emptiness of the house weigh down on me. It was really strange to be there without Aubrey. The sight of my collar waiting for me on the small table inside the door immediately calmed my anxiety. I moved over to it and let my fingers run across the soft leather. I decided to wait until after I had showered before putting it on. I didn't know if Aubrey would want me to wear it, or another one to the club, and I didn't want it to be wet all night. I picked it up and moved to the bathroom.
After my shower, I put on the silk robe that Aubrey had purchased for me. Only then did I buckle my collar into place. I decided to wait to reapply my makeup until I knew what Aubrey wanted me to wear that night. She still hadn't gotten home so I decided to start making dinner. Aubrey was due at the club at 9pm and I wanted to make sure that we both got a decent meal and had plenty of time to get ready before we had to leave. I moved around the kitchen, singing to myself as I made dinner.
I was so absorbed in my task that I didn't notice Aubrey come in. I was stirring sauce on the stove when her arms came around me. I froze for a split second until my brain registered the familiar weight of her pressed into my back.
"Hello, love," she said nuzzling my neck.
"Hi, Mistress. I didn't hear you come in."
"You were singing," she said huskily.
I smiled, "Cooking is more fun when you sing. Are you hungry?"
"Mmmm, I'm famished," she moaned into my ear, sending a tremor through my body. She chuckled and pulled back, "But I'll eat the dinner you made before I satisfy that hunger."
I blushed, turning to look at her. "Thank you, Mistress. The food is almost ready."
She cupped my cheek and locked her emerald eyes on me. "Thank you, Beca."
"You're welcome, Mistress."
After we had finished eating and I had cleaned up the kitchen, Aubrey decided to take a bath before getting ready. We still had a couple of hours before we needed to leave for the club. She had me kneel next to the tub and wash her. The simple act of running soapy hands over her body soothed my growing anxiety over the evening.
Eventually, I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer. "May I ask you a question, Mistress?"
"Sure, Beca. What's up?" She asked,
"What reason are you going to give people for why I'm not performing with you?"
She smirked and said, "I won't really need to give a reason. I'm just going to say that you are being punished. It should be enough."
"Oh, ok," I said, not convinced that it would be enough. I knew a lot of the dommes were hoping to witness a scene like at the clothing store.
Aubrey noticed and sat forward, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet her green eyes. "Beca, it'll be alright. Let me worry about the other dommes," she insisted.
I sighed, "Alright, Mistress. I trust you."
"Good. Now you didn't mention it over dinner, but how was your day? Did you get everything done?" She released my face and settled back in the tub.
I grinned and started talking as I began to wash her feet. "Yeah, we got everything done. Marcus stopped by just as we were finishing. He was really happy and said that they want to preview the album at next week's grand opening of the new club."
"Oh, Becs, that's great," Aubrey said, smiling at me.
"Yeah, but that's not even the best part," I said.
Aubrey's eyebrow lifted. "What's the best part?"
"They want me to DJ the grand opening next Friday!"
Her jaw dropped. "Seriously?" I nodded, grinning. "Oh my God, that's amazing, Beca!" Aubrey exclaimed, shifting to wrap her arms around me and pull me in for a celebratory kiss.
When our lips parted, I said, "I know. They could have gotten anyone for the opening. I mean, there are so many famous DJs that would be happy to work the opening of a new club, especially one with as much hype as the label has built up for Tanssi. But they asked me instead. I just can't believe this is all really happening."
Aubrey grinned. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you, Br—Mistress," I said, momentarily forgetting where I was.
Aubrey's eyes were filled with amusement as she said, "It's ok."
I smiled, appreciating her. She returned the smile. After a moment, I said, "Oh, and Danny wants to take us out for drinks tomorrow night."
Aubrey froze. "W-what?" She stuttered.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling at Aubrey's nerves. "Danny wants to go out for drinks to celebrate tomorrow, Mistress. And he asked me to bring you because he wants to meet you.
"Danny Taylor wants to meet me?" Her voice had gone up several octaves.
I couldn't keep the smile off my face any longer. "Yeah, he does."
"Oh my, God!"
"He's a really nice guy. I think you'll like him," I said encouragingly.
Aubrey's eyes narrowed as she focused back on me. I immediately tried to force my face into a sober expression and failed. Aubrey spoke in a low dangerous voice, "You're enjoying this."
"Yes, Mistress," I answered honestly.
She glared at me for another minute before her expression shifted into an evil smirk. My breath caught at the look, all trace of amusement vanishing under my sudden need to submit to my mistress' will. My eyes lowered without me making the conscious decision to do so. My mistress reached out a finger to lift my chin. When I met her eyes again, she said, "You've just given me all the motivation I needed to make your punishment convincing tonight."
I swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, Mistress."
Aubrey chuckled, "No, you're not, but you will be." She stood and I immediately grabbed a towel to dry her off. When I was done, she wrapped the towel around her body and left the room, calling back over her shoulder, "Oh, and Beca, I'd love to have drinks with you and Danny tomorrow." I grinned, relaxing under the knowledge that my girlfriend wasn't angry with me, even if my mistress was. I put on a sober face and followed my mistress.
I found her in her bedroom. She had exchanged her towel for a silk robe. I immediately knelt just inside the doorway, waiting for her orders. She ignored me while she sat at her vanity to apply her makeup and do her hair. Her makeup was darker and more severe than I'd ever seen it before, but it made her eyes like they were constantly narrowed in anger and frustration. It was a surprisingly sexy look and I felt myself grow damp at the sight of her reflection in the vanity mirror. When her eyes were finished, Aubrey pulled her blonde hair back into a severe ponytail, using plenty of hairspray and gel to capture any stray hairs.
Once that was done to her satisfaction, my mistress called to me, "Come here, my pet. I have a job for you." I instantly rose to my feet and moved to stand beside her.
"Yes, Mistress?" I asked.
"I want you to braid my ponytail into as many small braids as you can," she demanded, handing me a small box of tiny black rubber bands.
"Yes, Mistress," I said, moving behind her to work. It took me a while, but eventually I hand turned her ponytail into about 15 small braids. "I'm finished, Mistress."
She immediately shook her head, causing the braids to lightly slap across my chest. I gasped, as the braids reminded me of Aubrey's flogger. She met my eyes in the mirror and grinned. "Well, done my pet."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Now go into the playroom and get dressed, I laid out your outfit for tonight."
"Yes, Mistress," I said eagerly and rushed into the next room. I had no idea what she wanted me to wear, but I couldn't wait to see it. I stopped dead in my tracks. On the bed was a tiny black leather bra that would barely cover my nipples and would do nothing to support the weight of my breasts. Next to that was a sheer black skirt, which was so short that it would barely cover my ass when I knelt. The final article of clothing was a pair of red lace crotch-less panties. I immediately began to blush.
I dragged myself over to the bed and picked up the underwear. What the hell did I get myself into?
"Is there a problem with your clothes, Beca?" Aubrey's voice rang out from behind me.
I turned to face her, certain that my face matched the color of the underwear in my hand. I licked my lips nervously and said, "No, Mistress."
She studied me for a minute before crossing the room to me. I expected her to wrap me into a hug to sooth my embarrassment. Instead, she wrapped one finger through the loop in my collar and pulled me roughly against her. "Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you, Mistress," I whispered.
"That's right, you're mine to do with as I please. It will please me if you wear this tonight," she said and I could feel the submission settle over me as I accepted the truth of her words.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I want you on display tonight. Do you have a problem with that?"
I thought about it and trembled against her. "No, Mistress."
"Good, now put on your fucking clothes," She demanded, releasing her hold on my collar so quickly that I stumbled.
"Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry," I said as I rushed to get dressed. My mistress watched silently while I pulled on the clothes. When I got to the bra, she helped me position it and I realized that it actually offered more support than I expected. Once the clothes were on, I looked down at myself and imagined the looks I would receive. I sucked in a short gasp as the image made me instantly wet.
Aubrey chuckled, "Now you like your outfit, don't you?"
"Yeah, Mistress," I admitted breathily.
She ran a soft finger down my spine. "I knew you would, my pet," she purred in my ear. The combination of sensations made me arch my back, trusting my breasts forward. My mistress immediately attached her mouth to the soft curve of skin just below my heart. I moaned, my knees going weak as she bit. Her arms immediately wrapped around me, supporting my weight. After a moment, she pulled away. "You look amazing in this, Beca."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said, still feeling a little dazed.
She chuckled softly and said, "You're welcome. I have some accessories for this, but we'll add them later. Help me get dressed, then I'll do your makeup. I have a very specific look in mind for you tonight."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, curious as to what she wanted to do with my makeup. I followed my mistress over to the closet in the playroom. I could only gape at the contents. Aubrey had never opened the closet before while I had been in the room. It was a huge walk-in closet completely stuffed with dominatrix costumes. My mistress gave me the time to take in the sheer magnitude of options before heading for the leather leggings. She chose a pair of red leggings that matched the color of my underwear, before moving to select a black leather bodice and a pair of black thigh-high stiletto boots. She piled each item in my arms and was about to close the door when she grabbed a pair of black, shiny leather stilettos. We carried everything back to the bed and Aubrey dropped the robe she had been wearing. She had put on a small pair of satin panties after her bath. The sight of her in just the panties made my mouth grow dry. She was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. She caught the look in my eye and smiled. I returned the smile and quickly knelt to help her step into the leggings.
When she was dressed, but before she put on the shoes, Aubrey led me back to her bedroom and sat me down at the vanity. She turned my face away from the mirror so I couldn't see what she was doing. As she worked, she gave me short orders on where to look or when to blink, which I obeyed, curious to see what the effect would look like. It felt like she was putting clown makeup on me, but I trusted her not to. After a long time, she had me blot my lipstick on a tissue and she stood back. She studied me with a grin. "Perfect, you may look now."
I turned slowly and gasped. My face looked tear-wrecked, but in an attractive way. She had expertly applied my eyeliner so that it looked like tears had dragged the black down my cheeks. She had even put red liner above the lashes on my lower lids so my eyes looked swollen by tears. The effect should have looked terrible, but she actually did it in such a way that I looked like an innocent who had just finished crying. In combination with the kiss swollen look she had given my lips, the makeup and clothing made me look like a submissive who had just been punished harshly. I smiled softly. "Thank you, Mistress. You did an excellent job."
"I'm glad you like it, love. Now, for the finishing touches," she said smiling at me. "Go grab the black sack off the bed." I immediately obeyed, bringing the sack to her, curious as to what else she would add. She didn't take the bag from me, saying, "Go ahead and look, it's all for you, my pet."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said before reaching my hand into the sack. The first thing I pulled out was a new red collar. This one was thick and made of stiff leather. My eyes went wide at the sight of it. My mistress just grinned and unbuckled the collar I was wearing. I fumbled at getting the new collar buckled into place, and my mistress helped. Once it was positioned, my heart began to race. The collar was huge, taking up most of the skin on my neck and unyielding enough to make it difficult to move my head without twisting my shoulders. Aubrey's hands settled on my shoulders, gently pulling me back to rest against her.
"It's ok, love. I've got you," she said and I relaxed. She wouldn't let anything happen to me.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome. Now see what else I got you." She said, motioning back to the bag. I nodded and reached in to pull out new red wrist and ankle cuffs.
The red matched the lace of my underwear and Aubrey's leggings and I grinned. "Thank you, Mistress," I said offering her the cuffs to buckle into place.
She caught my eye and said, "You may not thank me later, Beca. I intend to keep your wrists locked together from the moment we enter the club until we leave."
The idea sent a jolt of heat straight to my core and I whimpered. "That's alright, Mistress."
Amusement danced in her eyes, and she encouraged me to pull out the next object from the bag. This was a matching leather leash that had a second clip hanging next to the handle. I studied it, trying to figure out the clip's purpose. After a moment, Aubrey sighed, "It clips to your wrist cuffs. You said you wanted me to make sure that you had to watch my scene and this will prevent you from being able to look down."
"Oh," I said, feeling my eyes go wide as everything began to make sense. "So, that's why you got such a big collar."
"Yes, my pet," my mistress said with a small smile.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said. And I meant it; she had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to make everything give the illusion of me being punished for some disobedience, which was exactly what I asked for. I smiled, appreciating how far she was willing to go for me. She smiled and took the bag for the last object. It was a small ball gag on a red leather strap. The smile died on my lips and I froze, staring at Aubrey in sudden panic. Her arms were surrounding me in an instant.
She gently stroked my back and whispered nonsense in my ear until the panic faded. "Shhh, it's ok. I won't let anything happen to you. You'll be ok." As I began to relax in her arms she said, "I know being gagged is hard because it means you can't say the safe word, but I promise I will protect you."
"I know you will, but I don't know if I can do this with the gag."
"Beca, what is your safe word?" Aubrey asked patiently.
I didn't know what she was getting at, but I answered. "Red."
She nodded, "And what color are all of your restraints?"
My eyes went wide with shock. "Red," I answered after a moment.
She nodded, "You will be safe in all of this. The only time I will not be touching you will be during the scene. And during that time, you will be on stage with me. I have a red hand handkerchief for you. If you panic and need to use the safe word, drop the fabric. You will be instantly released."
"But if my hands are behind my back, how will you see me drop it?" I asked, still feeling my anxiety rise.
She smiled hesitantly, "I asked Stacie to come tonight to watch over you during the scene. I told her everything and so she knows that you aren't actually being punished, but she won't give it away. Is that alright? I thought you would feel more comfortable with her than with anyone else."
I relaxed. "Thank you. You think of everything, Mistress."
"I love you, Beca. I just want you to be happy. I know watching the scene will be hard for you, so I wanted to do everything I could to make it easier for you."
I smiled and cupped her face in my hands. Just before I closed my lips over hers I whispered, "I love you too, Mistress."
Aubrey broke the kiss and snarled, "I did not give you permission for that."
My arms instantly dropped to my sides and I lowered my gaze. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I said, smiling. Her voice was harsh, but her green eyes had belied the pleasure I had seen in her eyes.
Aubrey huffed and stalked over to the bed. She sat heavily on the mattress and ordered, "Get over here, pet." I immediately did as she asked, kneeling on the floor in front of her. When I was in position, she continued, "I'm not so sure that you deserve this any longer, but I had decided to give you a little pleasure to get you through tonight. You may pick which kind of pleasure you want." She handed me another bag. I immediately opened it and pulled out a small red rubber butt plug and a small red dildo. I blushed, making my mistress chuckle. "The dildo also has a harness to keep it inside if you choose it, though it would ruin the line of your panties. But the choice is yours."
I knew that a week ago I would have chosen the dildo without any hesitation, but after Tuesday night, I was no longer sure. I had really enjoyed the plug and I wondered what it would feel like to have it in while I followed my mistress through the crowded club. I shifted so I could make out my reflection in Aubrey's full length mirror. The effect of the clothes, accessories and makeup would be slightly marred by the addition of a leather harness on my hips. I blushed and held up the plug for my mistress. "I'd like this one, please."
Aubrey grinned, "I'd hoped you'd pick this one. Come on, let's go get the lube to put this in, and then we'll need to get going."
She offered me her hand and I took it, looking at the clock as I stood. I was surprised to see that it really was time to leave. Nerves immediately danced through my system. Aubrey gave my hand a little squeeze as we moved into the playroom. She told me to pull the underwear down and bend over the bed while she got the lube. She repeated the process of stretching out my muscles before gently inserting the plug. When it was in, Aubrey's fingers slide down to push into my throbbing core. I moaned, feeling penetrated from both sides for the first time ever. The sensation immediately sent waves of release washing through me. My inner walls clamped down on my mistress' fingers as the muscles in my ass clamped down around the plug. When a final shudder, I sagged against the bed.
"Well done, love." Aubrey said, gently stroking my back.
"Thank you, Mistress." I said breathlessly.
She chuckled and said, "When you can, pull up your panties and we'll go.
"Yes, Mistress," I said and pushed myself up. I had to pause when I bent over to grab my underwear, because the movement put pressure on the plug and I nearly came again. Eventually, I got myself put back together enough to help my mistress into her boots. I stepped into the shoes Aubrey had picked out for me and stood for a final inspection.
She attached the leash to my collar and let it hang between my breasts as she slowly circled me. From behind me, she said, "You look perfect, my pet," as she slapped my ass.
I yelped and stumbled forward a step. I panted, "Thank you, Mistress."
Aubrey chuckled, "You're welcome, now let's go." She led me towards the garage and I stopped, realizing that she wasn't going to let me wear an overcoat this time. She was smirking at me when she turned back to see why I wasn't following. "If you are being punished, why would I give you the courtesy of letting you cover yourself, my pet?"
I had to swallow several times before I was able to choke out, "But I'm not really being punished. Please may I have a jacket?" I asked, even though the thought of walking through the parking lot in my current state actually turned me on. I had no idea before Aubrey came along that I actually wanted to be on display.
"No, you wanted this to be believable, Beca. I'm doing what I can for you," she said and I could hear the frustration in her voice.
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
She sighed, "Look you have a choice, you can either trust me and follow my lead tonight, or go home and I will call you tomorrow, or I can tie you to the bed in the playroom and come get you when I get home. Pick one."
I knew she meant it, and the idea that she thought I might not trust her made my heart sink. "I trust you, Mistress. I belong to you." I said in a rush, hoping she could see the honesty in my eyes.
"Good, now is there anything else you need to say to me before I gag you?" She asked, and I could see the relief on her face.
I wanted to ask why she was putting the gag on here, but I didn't want to push her any further, so I simply said, "I love you, Bre."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she just said, "I love you too," as she pushed the ball into my mouth and buckled it in place under my hair. She waited while I grew accustomed to the feeling of it before she asked, are you alright?" I nodded and we left the house.