Author's note: Just to give you warning, I will post as often as possible this week, depending on work, but it will probably be Tuesday or Wednesday before the next chapter is posted.

Also, I'm sorry but Chloe is kinda a bitch through most of this chapter. It was hard to write, because she's one of my favorite characters, but sadly it was necessary for the story.

I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think. Also, thank you all for the glowing reviews, it really brightens my day.

Chapter 12

Over dessert, Chloe asked, "So, Beca you said that Stacie was coming on Friday night. I had no idea she was in town. Have you guys kept in contact?"

"No, we ran into her one night, a few weeks ago. She runs a woman's shelter out here," I said deliberately being vague about the exact nature of our reunion.

"That's cool. Where'd you run into her? With a city this large the odds must be astronomical," Chloe said laughing.

I looked away, hoping she wouldn't notice the slight blush rising on my cheeks. Aubrey noticed and squeezed my thigh under the table. She turned to Chloe and said, "One of the clubs was doing a fundraiser for Stacie's shelter. We ran into her there."

Chloe's eyes narrowed as she studied us and I knew that she realized we were hiding something. "What kind of club?"

I sighed. "It was a BDSM club."

"That seems a little counter intuitive, doesn't it? I mean why would a woman's shelter want a club that specializes in giving beatings to do a fundraiser?" The redhead asked, her voice almost malicious.

Aubrey stiffened next to me, and she looked away from her best friend, her lips a thin line. I glared at Chloe, spitting out, "It's nothing like that, Chloe. If you took five minutes to get your head out of your ass, and actually asked about the lifestyle, you'd see that you are completely wrong."

Chloe met my gaze coldly. "Oh really? Tell me, do you or do you not get off on being degraded, objectified, and hit?"

I laughed bitterly. "Is that really what you think Aubrey does? Fuck, Chloe, do you know your best friend at all?"

She scoffed, "Of course I know Bre. I've known her longer than you have."

"Well apparently you haven't been paying attention. Do you really think she could hurt a fly? Do you think she could do those things to me?" I asked.

Chloe opened her mouth to say something, but she stopped herself and looked over at Aubrey, studying her for a minute before turning back to me, her shoulders drooping. "No, I don't," she admitted. Aubrey turned back to Chloe, her eyes showing the surprise she felt at the admission.

"Good, because she couldn't ever do that, not to me, not to anyone," I said gently, reaching over to take Aubrey's hand, gently caressing it with my thumb. "Chloe, what we do isn't about pain, it's about giving yourself completely to another person, at least it is for me. I think for Aubrey it's about being given that trust and control."

Chloe dropped her gaze to her wine glass. "Oh, I—uh hadn't thought of it that way."

"I know, Chloe, but that's why you should ask questions instead of jumping to conclusions. I mean, can you honestly tell me that you've never been with a guy who wanted to have a little kinky sex?" I asked.

Chloe blushed, reluctantly nodding. "Yeah, I dated a guy in college who liked to mess around with handcuffs."

Aubrey's voice was an octave higher as she said, "You never told me that."

Chloe's blush deepened, and she still wouldn't look at either of us, so I carefully asked, "Did you enjoy it?"

The redhead finally picked up the glass she had been fiddling with and drained its contents. "Yeah," was all she said.

"Chloe what Aubrey and I do is like that, but more intense." I explained, hoping to finally get through to her.

She finally met my eyes. "But don't you feel degraded to be treated like a slave? I mean, come on, Beca. You thrived on standing up for yourself in college. When did that change?"

I chuckled, "It hasn't changed. Just ask Bre about the bitch I hit a few weeks ago. But, I don't really know how to explain it." I looked over to meet Aubrey's loving eyes and smiled. Not taking my eyes from my girlfriend, "It's just different with Aubrey, she makes me feel safe." I looked back to Chloe and smirked, "But I still push her buttons."

"Really?" Chloe asked.

Aubrey's throaty chuckle rang out over the table, "Yeah, she does, as often as she thinks she can get away with it." I blushed again, ducking my head.

"Do you let her?" Chloe asked, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"No, but she still tries," Aubrey said, giving my hand an affectionate squeeze. I smiled despite my slight embarrassment.

I could still feel Chloe's curious gaze, but she thankfully changed the subject. "I didn't realize that you and Jesse stayed friends after you guys broke up."

I turned grateful eyes back to the redhead and she smiled. "Well, it took a while, be we got back to the point of being friends. And we shared an apartment for a while after we moved out here. But he drove me crazy with his movie addiction, so I got my own place. But he's still my closest friend besides Aubrey," I explained.

"Right on." Chloe said, turning her attention back to her cheesecake.

Aubrey leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Thank you for handling that, love."

I turned my face and kissed her cheek. "You're welcome."

When we got back to Aubrey's place, Chloe made a beeline for the guest room to deposit her bags. Not thinking about what I was doing, my feet traveled the familiar path from the garage to the side table by the front door. It wasn't until I saw the empty surface that I realized what I was doing. I froze, tension running through my entire body, my thoughts running wild over the possible meanings behind the collar's absence, my need to buckle it in place, and my fears over wearing it in front of Chloe.

Aubrey moved up beside me, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. "It's in the playroom. I didn't want to make things more difficult for you if you chose not to put it on, my love."

I relaxed and turned to wrap my arms around her waist and breathe in her clean scent. "Sorry, Bre, I just panicked for a moment when it wasn't there. I know we said we'd wait and see how Chloe reacted."

"I know, honey. It's alright," she said gently stroking my back. "Do you want it?"

"Yes—no—I don't know," I said. Then I stopped myself, forcing my thoughts to slow enough for me to make sense of them. Finally, I said, "I want to wear it. I feel naked without it when I'm here. And I think after our conversation at dinner Chloe needs to see it."

Aubrey tilted my chin so she could look into my eyes. "Are you sure?"

I took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes."

"Ok, wait here, I'll go get it. I locked the door to the playroom for Chloe's visit." She said, and then kissed me before moving down the hallway.

Chloe chose that moment to walk out of the guestroom, and I tensed back up. She looked at me and asked, "Where's Bre going?"

"She's going to get my collar," I answered, my voice coming out small and weak due to my nerves.

"God, can't you guys keep it in your pants for a week?" She asked, disgusted.

"It's not like that, Chloe," Aubrey snapped, coming back into the hall. Chloe turned to her, looking like she was going to say something else, but Aubrey held up a hand to stop her, saying, "Just watch, Chloe. I think you'll understand." She smiled gently at me as she handed me the collar. Then she took a step back so Chloe would have an unobstructed view of me and the collar.

I looked down at the band in my hand, gently stroking the soft leather while I gathered my courage. I took a deep breath and looked up to meet Chloe's judgmental gaze. I slowly lifted my hands and buckled the collar into place. I sighed contentedly, the tension draining from my body as the certainty of knowing my mistress would protect me settled over me. I smiled when Chloe's jaw dropped. She stared at me for a long time, the hostility gone from her eyes.

Eventually she tentatively asked, "Beca?"

"Yes, Chloe?" I asked, slightly amused by her reaction.

"Are you alright?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, I'm great."

"Um, are you sure? You don't seem like yourself," she said, not taking her now worried eyes off me.

I couldn't help myself, I smirked. "I'm still me, Chloe."

The worry faded from her eyes at seeing my usual smirk. "Wow, ok, I—that wasn't what I expected." She turned to Aubrey. "I owe you an apology. I'm sorry, Bre."

Aubrey smiled. "It's ok. I know what you were thinking, Chloe. I just wished you'd let me actually explain everything before."

"Is it always like that?" Chloe asked.

"With Beca, yes. But not with anyone else." Aubrey said, turning to smile at me. I returned the smile.

Chloe followed Aubrey's gaze and studied me. "You know, Beca I don't think I've ever seen you so relaxed. It's weird."

I shrugged. "I belong to Aubrey," I said simply.

Chloe's gaze darkened. "That's creepy," she said, the disgust crawling back into her voice.

I dropped my gaze, and Aubrey moved to stand next to me, wrapping a protective arm around me. I leaned into her as she turned back to the redhead. "Drop it, Chloe. I'm Beca's too."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Chloe throw her hands up in the air and stalk into the living room. "Are you alright, Beca?" Aubrey asked.

I looked up to meet her green eyes. "Yes, Mistress. But it's harder than I thought."

"I know, my pet," She said, kissing my forehead. "Do you still want to stay?"

I immediately nodded, "Yes, Mistress."

"Do you want to keep the collar on?" She asked carefully.

My hands immediately flew to my neck, protectively covering the leather band. "Yes, Mistress."

She chuckled softly, "Alright, my pet. I won't take it off." Then she sighed and said, "Let's go see what we can do about our guest."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, following her into the living room.

Chloe was sitting on one end of the couch staring off into space. She didn't look at either of us when we entered. Aubrey moved to sit on the other end of the couch and I awkwardly shifted, unsure of where I would sit. My mistress eyed me and I could see her insecurities rise to the surface. It made up my mind and I moved to kneel on the floor next to her. I heard Chloe's soft gasp, but I ignored it as Aubrey's trembling fingers brushed softly down my hair. I shifted to lean against her legs, and lay my head on her lap.

I met Chloe's eyes as she stared down at me. Aubrey lightly fingered my collar and I smiled. Those crystal blue eyes widened and she breathed out, "Jesus, Bre. She's like a completely different person."

"No, she's not. She's still the same Beca. She's just…unguarded." Aubrey said.

I sat up and smiled up at my mistress. "I think that's a really good explanation," I said before turning back to Chloe. "I trust Aubrey completely, but the collar reminds me that I belong to her, so she won't leave me, like everyone else always has. It makes me feel safe to open up, and relax."

"That's—that's really beautiful, Beca," Chloe said, her eyes softening. "I have to admit, I'm kinda jealous, Bre. I tried all of senior year to get her to really open up, and you manage it in a month."

I laughed, "Chloe, you had your chance at me. But I'm Aubrey's now."

Chloe's eyes went wide, but before she could respond, Aubrey's fingers tightened around my collar and jerked me up onto my knees, forcing me to look at her. "Behave, Beca," she snapped.

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry," I said immediately.

She released my collar and said, "Go get us something to drink, my pet."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, jumping to my feet, and hurrying from the room. I could hear them arguing as I moved around in the kitchen pouring wine for them. I couldn't make out the words, so I moved as quickly as possible, wanting to get back to my mistress' side. The conversation abruptly stopped when I came back in with the wine glasses. I handed them to each of the girls and knelt at Aubrey's feet again.

"Thank you, Beca," Aubrey said stiffly.

"You're welcome, Mistress," I answered, wondering what they had said to each other in my absence.

Chloe stared at my empty hands and asked, "God, Beca, why do you let her treat you like this?"

I glared at her and my voice was husky with anger when I said, "Because Chloe, she's my mistress. I want to make her happy."

"This is ridiculous. I get that you feel safe or whatever, but seriously? Look at yourself, kneeling at her feet like a dog, waiting on her hand and foot, how is this healthy?" She asked in a voice thick with disgust.

I felt my mistress flinch and I lost it. I jumped to my feet advancing on the redhead, who stood to meet my fury with her own anger. "Look at yourself, you judgmental bitch. Why do you care what I do with or for my mistress? You say you want us to be happy, but you don't. You just want us to fit into your hetero-normative view of what should make people happy. If you can't accept it, maybe you should get out," I snarled.

"Beca, that's enough!" Aubrey roared, also standing. I didn't back down, I just stared daggers into Chloe's startled blue eyes. My mistress' fingers slipped under my collar and yanked me back from the redhead. "You do not get to tell anyone what to do in my house, let alone tell them to leave! Now, kneel, my pet. I will deal with you in a moment," she snarled.

Of their own accord, my knees buckled and I sank to the floor as the weight of my need to submit to my mistress took hold. My eyes remained focused on the carpet in front of me as the anger drained away. I felt my mistress move around me to face Chloe. Her voice was still angry, as she said, "Do you want to leave?"

I heard Chloe sigh and sit heavily on the couch. "No, I just don't get it Bre. It's a lot to take in, you know?"

Aubrey sighed and sat next to her. "I know."

Chloe shifted, and I think she turned to face my mistress. "I mean, a second ago, I thought Beca was going to hit me, and now she's sitting there completely calm, waiting for God knows what to happen."

Aubrey chuckled, the sound relaxing one of the knots of worry in my belly. "She's not completely calm, Chloe. She's submissive. There is a difference. She wants me to take control, and she knows that she deserves punishment for her disobedience. Part of her craves it. So she's waiting to see what I'll do."

"But why? Why would she yell at me, knowing you'd punish her for it?"

"Beca's very protective. She couldn't help losing it when she thought you were hurting my feelings," Aubrey said and I thought I could hear a hint of pride in her voice.

Chloe sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry, Bre. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm just confused."

My mistress sighed again. "I know Chloe. I'll answer any questions you have, but I need to deal with Beca first."

Chloe hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alright. Are you going to hurt her?"

"Beca, answer her question. Tell her if I will hurt you," Aubrey ordered.

I licked my lips. "My Mistress would never harm me, Chloe. But the punishment might hurt a little," I answered honestly.

Chloe moved to kneel on the floor and lifted my face to look into my eyes. "Why would you let her hurt you?"

I glanced over her shoulder to meet Aubrey's eyes. She nodded and I looked back to Chloe to say, "I enjoy a little pain. It turns me on."

"Seriously?" She asked, and I could easily read the disbelief in her eyes.

"Yes," I admitted, smiling slightly.

Chloe smiled in response and said, "You never stop surprising me, Beca."

Aubrey chuckled, "Me too, Chloe."

Chloe sat back with a sigh. "Ok, do what you have to do."

My mistress stood, looking down at Chloe, she hesitated then said, "I'm going to take Beca back to one of the bedrooms. It's completely soundproof, so you won't hear anything if you stay out here. But you can watch if you want."

Chloe turned shocked eyes on Aubrey. "You want me to watch you guys have sex?"

"No," my mistress immediately answered. "I'm offering you the chance to see Beca's punishment. I thought it might give you a better idea of some of the things we do."

I watched the thoughts race across Chloe's mind. Eventually, she said, "Ok, I'll watch."

Aubrey smiled, "Good." Then her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "Come on, Beca."

I stood and followed my mistress out into the hall with Chloe trailing behind. Aubrey called back over her shoulder, "You know, Chloe, if you did want to watch us have sex, Beca wouldn't mind, she enjoys being put on display." A fierce blush heated my cheeks even as moisture pooled between my legs at the thought. Chloe spluttered behind me, choking on a laugh.

After Aubrey unlocked the room, I moved to the center of the floor and knelt. Chloe stopped in the doorway taking in everything. Aubrey ignored her as she moved over to the cabinet only opening it far enough to grab a few things before closing it, to prevent Chloe a thorough look inside. As I waited, I wondered what my punishment would be. The possibilities had heat racing to my center. My mistress had been right, I loved being put on display and the thought of Chloe watching this made my nipples harden and my underwear grow damp.

Aubrey moved back over to me and gazed down at me. "Strip down to your underwear, Beca. I want you to feel all of your punishment," She ordered and I ignored Chloe's gasp as I moved to obey. While I was undressing, Aubrey looked over at Chloe. "You've seen it all before, Chloe."

"I know, but that was years ago, and she was really self-conscious the whole time."

Aubrey chuckled, "Yeah, and she would be now if she wasn't wearing the collar."

"That's—that's weird, Bre," She stuttered, but I could hear a note of awe in her voice.

Aubrey smirked, "I know, but that's Beca."

By that time, I stood nearly naked in front of my former Bellas' captains, and I was positive that my cheeks were bright red from blushing at their frank discussion of me. My mistress turned her attention back to me, fastening leather cuffs around my wrists. She clipped them together and using the bench, tied them off to one of the hooks in the ceiling, pulling my hands above my head. Then she stepped in front of me gazing in my eyes while speaking in a low tone that wouldn't carry to the redhead.

"Thank you for defending me, love. Your real punishment will come later, because I know you'll enjoy this too much for it to be an effective punishment. But do not come. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I breathed feeling my arousal heighten.

"Good," she said and grabbing the stool, she placed it directly in front of me. "Chloe, you can sit here."

"Um, sure," Chloe said uncertainly. As she settled onto the stool, I realized her eyes were now directly in my line of sight. I glanced over at Aubrey.

My mistress smirked and said, "Beca, look straight at Chloe. You are being punished for your rudeness to her, so it is only fitting that she sees everything. Do you understand?"

Chloe's eyes widened, and I gaze into them as I said, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good," she said moving behind me. Over my shoulder, she told Chloe, "This will cause Beca some discomfort, maybe even a little pain, but she will enjoy it." Then she leaned in to huskily ask, "Won't you, my pet?"

A shiver ran through me and I whimpered, "Yes, Mistress," while still keeping my gaze on Chloe. Her eyes were big as saucers, her mouth hanging open in surprise at my reaction to Aubrey.

My mistress ran a possessive hand down my back as she murmured, "Good, girl."

I felt my nipples harden painfully and I let out a little gasp. Then the first blow from the flogger fell on my back. I yelped, jerking forwards in my bonds, but not taking my eyes off of Chloe. She studied me intently, worry now evident in her voice. The second blow fell and I grunted, jerking forwards again. The third blow fell almost instantly, giving me no time to recover from the previous one and I gasped, heat flooding my center. After that the blows came faster and heavier on my heated skin. I kept my eyes trained on Chloe's and I saw the worry fade from them to be replaced by surprise. By the time I was almost painfully aroused and panting out little moans, Chloe's eyes held a mix of wonder and a look that was almost hungry. She was completely transfixed on me and my reactions to my mistress' punishment. It made my core clench uselessly and I knew my underwear was soaked.

Still, the flogger rained blows down on my back. I wasn't sure what was driving my mistress, but something was. I wished I could see her face to know what she was thinking. Maybe then I would know what I could do to help her. Then, as I stared into Chloe's eyes, realization fell over me. My mistress wanted me to submit. Not to the look in Chloe's eyes, but to her. She needed me and my pride had prevented me from seeing that. I sagged, relaxing muscles that I hadn't realized I had tensed under the onslaught. As the blanket of my submission fell over me, I let the cuffs take my weight, not willing to stand on my own under the weight of my mistress' needs. Another sharp blow fell over my now tender back and I said, "I'm sorry, Mistress." As the words came tumbling out of my mouth, a single tear slid down my cheek and the trance fell over me driving out any other need aside from the need to please my mistress.

The blows stopped falling. My mistress demanded, "Apologize to my guest for your rudeness, Beca."

"I'm sorry I was rude to you Chloe," I said dreamily. Chloe's eyes widened, that trace of hunger disappearing in the wake of her surprise. I smiled placidly. My mistress came around to see my face. When I turned to look at her, she gave me a pleased smile. I smiled back, happy that I had made her happy. But, then I remembered that I had let my pride get in the way of her pleasure for so long, it pulled me out of the trance and I looked down. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I whispered.

She reached out and lifted my chin. Looking into my eyes, she said, "You did, well my pet."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, love. Can you stand on your own?" She asked with a soft smile.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, shifting to put my weight back on my feet.

"Good," She said and stood on the bench to release my arms. She unbuckled the cuffs and tossed them on the bed. When she was done, Aubrey turned to Chloe, who had been watching us. "Let's go back to the living room. I'm sure you have questions for both of us."

"Um, I—that—um, yeah," Chloe stuttered. She carefully climbed off the stool and hurried out of the room.

When she was gone, my mistress handed me a robe and leaned down to whisper, "I think she enjoyed that more than she anticipated."

I chuckled, "Yeah, I think so."

"Come on," she said, taking my hand and leading me back to the living room.

When we got there, Chloe was sitting on the couch drinking deeply from her wine glass. Aubrey noticed and said, "Beca, will you go get the bottle of wine?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, moving to obey.

I refilled Chloe's glass and set the bottle on the table next to my mistress, who had settled back on the couch while I was in the kitchen. I moved to kneel at her feet, but she pulled me into her lap instead. I curled into her and she gently stroked my side, being careful to avoid the tender skin on my back.

Chloe was looking anywhere but at us. Aubrey waited for her to speak, offering me some of her wine. I took a sip, grateful to sooth my dry mouth. Eventually, Chloe glanced over at us, and offered a small smile. "That wasn't what I was expecting."

"I know," my mistress said simply.

Chloe looked away a small frown creasing her brow. "What happened at the end?"

"Beca submitted," Aubrey answered, as though that was all the answer needed. I smiled, knowing it wouldn't be enough for Chloe. I turned to place a kiss on my mistress' throat.

Chloe had turned back to us at Aubrey's vague answer. She smiled softly when she saw me kiss Aubrey, before asking, "But what does that mean, Bre?"

Aubrey sighed, struggling to find the right words. I asked, "Mistress, may I answer?"

She looked down at me and smiled, "Yes, love. Go ahead, you can probably answer it better than I can."

I smiled and turned back to Chloe. "I means that I accepted what Aubrey was doing and put aside my own stubborn pride for her," I said. When she still looked confused, I added, "I gave myself to her to do with as she wanted."

"But what if she went too far and really hurt you?" Chloe asked.

"We have a safe word. If I say it, Aubrey will immediately stop what she is doing," I said. Then I froze, realization dawning as I looked at the red hair that had inspired Aubrey's choice of safe words. I turned to my mistress and she nodded.

"She's always been my safety net," she whispered in my ear. I nodded my understanding and looked back at Chloe.

She was watching us, but did ask about our private exchange. Instead, she asked, "But how do you know she'll stop?"

"Because I trust her," I answered honestly.

Chloe looked away. "God, I can't imagine trusting anyone like that," she said softly. I think she was mostly talking to herself.

"It's the most incredible experience, Chloe," I said. "Even being tied up and completely helpless to move, it's the most freeing experience I've ever had." I added when she turned back to me.

"How?"

I faltered, struggling to find the right words to describe it. Aubrey saved me by saying, "Because she knows that I'll take care of her."

"Wow, that's kinda amazing." Chloe said.

I smiled, "You have no idea."

Chloe laughed, "I think I just got a pretty good one."

Aubrey and I both laughed. "Chloe, that was the tip of the iceberg," Aubrey said.

I nodded, "It's even more intense when sex is involved."

Chloe raised her eyebrows, "I don't know, Beca, you seemed pretty turned on in there."

I smirked, "So did you."

Chloe's eyes widened, as a blush graced her cheeks. "Beca," Aubrey growled in warning.

I ducked my eyes, and said, "Sorry, Mistress."

"It's ok. I mean, I'm sorry, but it was really hot watching you guys." Chloe admitted.

"Well, I did say you could watch us have sex…" Aubrey offered.

"Um, I think I'll pass," Chloe said, reaching for her wine glass again.

Aubrey chuckled, "Alright, let me know if you change your mind. I'm sure Beca would love to let you see the full range of submission." I blushed and hid my face in Aubrey's neck, hoping Chloe wouldn't see how much the thought turned me on. I could feel Chloe's gaze on me and I squirmed. Aubrey wrapped her arms protectively around me in response and I relaxed.

"I'll think about it," Chloe said seriously and I whimpered.

Aubrey took pity on me and said, "Why don't we watch a movie?"

"I thought Beca hated movies," Chloe said.

"Have you seen Now You See Me?" Aubrey asked.

"No, do you have any idea how expensive movies are in New York?"

"Well, it's Beca's favorite movie. Would you be willing to watch it again, my pet?" My mistress asked.

Immediately, I brightened. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good, go put it in," Aubrey ordered.

"Ok," I said, jumping off her lap and hurrying to obey.

After the movie, Chloe announced she was tired and headed to the guest room after saying good night to us both. When we were alone, Aubrey gazed down at me with narrowed eyes. The breath caught in my throat and I squirmed, knowing my real punishment was about to begin.

"Go to the playroom, Beca," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, immediately standing and moving down the hallway.

My mistress followed me, closing and locking the door behind us. "Strip," she snapped.

I dropped the robe and when I bent over to push my underwear off, Aubrey slapped my ass. I yelped. She chuckled and removed her own clothing. She studied me for a minute, considering. Finally she said, "You will be punished for telling Chloe to leave, but I've decided to also give you pleasure for defending me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling a warm glow spread through me.

"Good, get your cuffs off the bed and put them on." I moved to obey while she went to the cabinet. She came back with a blindfold and the ball gag. As she secured them she said, "I will give you your pleasure first, and I will remove the gag before your punishment. Do you understand?" I nodded, unable to speak with the rubber ball in my mouth. "Good." She said, helping me crawl onto the bed. She had me turn onto my stomach and clipped the wrist cuffs to my collar, so that my upper body rested on my forearms. Then she used a chain to attach my collar to the headboard. Finally she wrapped straps around my thighs and also clipped these to the headboard, forcing me onto my knees, completely spread open before her. I whimpered and she lightly smacked my ass again. I squirmed as best as I could and she chuckled again, moving back over to the cabinet. Anticipation and my helplessness worked together to drive my arousal to near painful heights. My center ached for my mistress' touch and heat raced along my skin.

My mistress came back to the bed, positioning herself between my legs. "God, Beca, you are so wet," she moaned.

I whimpered, wiggling my hips to encourage her touch. Her hand fell sharply on my ass again, and I jerked my hips forward, groaning. I yelped through the gag when cold lube fell between my ass cheeks and dripped down to cover my wet folds. I took a deep breath and relaxed, opening for my mistress' touch. "Well done, my pet," my mistress said, and the trance slid back over me as I gave myself over to her pleasures.

The tip of a plug pressed against my anus, and I relaxed further, letting it slide in easily. I let out a low moan. "Do not come before I do," My mistress ordered. I nodded my understanding. Before I could take another breath, I felt a dildo slam into my slick core. I opened for it, accepting all of its length within me. When I felt my mistress' hips resting against my ass, I distantly realized she was using a strap on. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as she began to thrust in an out of me. I accepted each thrust, rocking my hips to meet her. Each moan she let out caused a responding moan to escape my own mouth. Each time she buried the phallus inside me, her hips pressed the plug further into me and it felt like she was fucking me from both ends. I clenched convulsively around both the dildo and the plug, spiraling further into the trance with each thrust. I could distantly feel the orgasm building through me, but the memory of my mistress' command held it at bay. When I felt her stiffen against me, the phallus as deep inside me as it would go, and the plug pressed into me, I was suddenly on the crest of pleasure. My mistress shuddered, crying out her release and I followed her over the edge.

My mistress sat back and removed the plug before releasing me from my bonds but leaving my wrists cuffed together. I smiled up at her as she removed the blindfold and gag. "Thank you, Mistress," I said when I could.

She smiled down at me. "You did well, my pet."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said again.

"You went into the trance before I put the plug in didn't you?" She asked affectionately.

I nodded, "Yes, Mistress."

"I thought so, you usually struggle more when I deny you an orgasm."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I answered. "Didn't I please you?"

She smiled, "Of course, you pleased me. I was just curious."

"Ok," I said dreamily.

She kissed me softly and said, "It's time to come back, Beca."

I blinked, confused for a moment, then the trance fell away and my mind cleared. "Thank you, Mistress," I said again

She studied me, taking in my clear eyes and smiled. "You did really well, love." She lay back on the bed, pulling me into her arms. I settled against her, feeling content.

We lay there for a while, Aubrey's hands gently stroking my back and side. Eventually she sighed and I looked up at her. "You have to punish me," I said matter-of-factly.

She glanced down to meet my eyes. "Yes, Beca."

"I know, it's ok," I said, wanting her to know that I understood and accepted whatever she had to do.

She sighed and rolled off the bed, moving over to the cabinet. She pulled out a long nylon strap and brought it back to the bed. She attached one end to my wrist cuff and the other end to the headboard. It was long enough that I could move around on the bed, but I couldn't get out of it. I studied it for a moment, not sure why Aubrey had chosen it. Before I could figure it out, she turned my face to hers and claimed my lips in a tender kiss. "Good night, Beca," she said regretfully as she pulled a blanket over me and rolled off the bed.

I gaped at her retreating back for a moment. "Wait, what?" I called as she got to the door.

Aubrey turned back to me, her eyes full of regret. "I told you Beca, you won't sleep in my bed when you misbehave."

"But—" I started, but I was cut off.

"I won't give you pain tonight, Beca. Not after you defended me, so this is your punishment."

"I—yes, Mistress," I said, accepting the punishment. I sighed, knowing I deserved it.

"Good night, my pet." She said, unlocking the door.

"Good night, Mistress. I love you," I called out.

"I love you too, Beca," she said while a small smile, before turning out the lights on her way out the door.