Author's note: First off, as always thanks for the reviews. I'm glad that you guys are enjoying the story. Please continue to review, it brightens my day and helps me write a better story. Secondly, I wasn't to get this posted before I went to sleep, so I haven't proofread all of it, and I apologize for any typos. Lastly, this chapter took me by surprise and I honestly didn't expect things to happen the way they did. So I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 14

Exhaustion was starting to overwhelm the excitement of the night by the time I pulled into the driveway of Aubrey's house. I made my way through the house to the foyer without thinking about it. I was stopped by Stacie's voice calling out from the living room. "Beca! That was so amazing tonight!"

I turned and was surprised to see the other brunette, Jesse and Chloe sitting around the living room, apparently making themselves comfortable in Aubrey's house. "Hey, guys I didn't think you'd still be awake," I said, trying to hide my sudden discomfort.

Chloe apparently noticed because she jumped up and wrapped me into a hug, whispering, "I moved the collar when they decided to stay. I'm sorry, but I didn't know if Jesse knew."

I relaxed slightly, and whispered, "Thanks. Will you please give it to Aubrey."

"Sure, Becs," She replied and then she was gone.

Jesse cam over to give me a hug. "Thanks, for inviting me tonight. You were awesome."

I smiled, "Thanks, nerd." He pulled back and I felt the familiar warmth of Aubrey's arms circle my waist. I leaned back into her and let myself relax. Chloe came back in behind Aubrey and sat back down on the couch.

"Would you like to stay the night?" Aubrey asked Stacie and Jesse.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Aubrey," Jesse said enthusiastically.

"Sure, thanks," was Stacie's reply.

"Alright, I'm taking Beca to bed. Chloe we'll be in the back bedroom, so you can take my bed, and you guys can fight it out for the guest room," she said waving at Stacie and Jesse.

Jesse just grinned, nodding at Aubrey, but Stacie's mouth had risen in a smirk as she watched the slight blush that colored Chloe's cheeks at the mention of the backroom. I wanted to comment, but Aubrey was already turning me to take me to bed. Instead I called back over my shoulder, "Night, guys. We can talk more in the morning."

Aubrey led me into the playroom, making sure to close and lock the door behind us. When she turned back to me, she said, "Thanks for telling Chloe to give me the collar."

I shrugged, reaching up to pull of my necklace. "It's yours to offer me, not hers."

She smiled and moved to pull me into a hug. "Thank you."

I leaned my head on her shoulder tiredly. "You're welcome, but can I please have it now. I'm really exhausted and I'd like to go to bed soon," I said on a yawn.

Aubrey chuckled, "So demanding." She pulled back to look into my eyes. "Alright, love. I'll let it pass this once. Here you go."

She offered me the collar, and I stared at it dumbfounded for a moment, trying to figure out where it had been. Then I realized I was too tired to care, since all of the night's adrenaline had long since evaporated. I buckled the leather around my neck. As my worries and stress faded away, the last of my strength disappeared and I slumped against my mistress. "Sorry, Mistress," I mumbled as she pulled me closer to her.

"It's ok, love." She said, quickly lifting me in her arms and carrying me to the bed. I smiled sleepily at her and she chuckled. When she set me carefully onto the bed, she said, "Let's get these off you." Her fingers moved to the buttons of my vest. I tried to help her, but my hands were too clumsy to do anything other than get in her way. She lightly slapped them out of the way and peeled my clothes off me. Once I was naked, she ordered me to crawl onto the bed. I obeyed and found my eyes closing against my will as Aubrey began stripping off her dress. I was sound asleep before she joined me.

When I woke, I found Aubrey spooned up against my back, her arm curled protectively around my waist. I smiled and rolled over to face her. She blinked, smiling at me. "Morning, Mistrress," I said.

"Morning, love," She mumbled, giving me a quick kiss before leaning back into the pillow, her eyes still closed. "Go back to sleep, Beca. It's still early."

I wanted to curl back into her, but we had other people in the house, and I was wide awake. "I'm awake now, Mistress. May I get up and make breakfast for you and our guests?" I asked.

She cracked one eye open and sighed, "Alright, go ahead. Come back and get me when it's ready."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said quickly rolling to get out of bed.

Aubrey's arm shot out and grabbed the collar before I actually made it to my feet. She pulled me back to her and I let out a startled yelp. "Kiss me first, my pet," She said. I immediately obeyed, pressing my lips to her. She released my collar, and her hand trailed down to massage my breast. Heat raced through me and I moaned into her mouth. She released me. "Ok, now you may go make me breakfast."

I was panting with need, but managed to huskily say, "Yes, Mistress." She chuckled and grabbed my silk robe before I hurried from the room.

I made a detour past the living room on my way to the kitchen. I wanted to see who had ended up on the couch. But the couch was empty. I smirked, wondering who had ended up in bed with whom last night. Since both bedroom doors were still closed, I'd have to wait to find out. I went into the kitchen, quickly pulling out the ingredients I would need. I decided to put together a full breakfast spread with pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and hash browns. I took the better part of an hour to get everything ready. I carefully placed it in the warm oven and went to wake everyone. I dutifully woke my mistress first.

I quietly crossed the room, kneeling at the side of the bed to reach out and gently brushing my fingers along her cheek. "Mistress Bella, your breakfast is ready," I said gently.

She stirred, rolling to look at me with a smile. "Thank you, my pet."

"You're welcome."

"Is anyone else up yet?" She asked as she sat up and stretched.

"No, Mistress. I woke you first," I answered breathily, not able to take my eyes off her amazing body.

She looked over and noticed my attention. She smirked, and said, "Beca, go wake the others."

I jumped, startled. "Yes, Mistress," I said, a slight blush rushing to my cheeks. She chuckled and I moved to obey.

I knocked quietly on Aubrey's bedroom door before opening it a crack and peeking inside. I could feel my eyes go wide when I saw the empty bed. I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. It was completely empty and the bed obviously hadn't been slept in. I shut the door and moved quickly down the hall to the guest room. I loudly knocked and called, "Hey guys, wake up! Breakfast is ready."

I heard muffled curses from inside and chuckled. I really wanted to take a peek inside, but managed to restrain myself. I turned to head back to the kitchen and saw Aubrey standing behind me in the hallway, her eyebrow raised. "Why did you just yell, my pet? It's incredibly rude to wake someone up that way," she said dangerously.

The smile died from my lips, and I had to swallow hard against the sudden need to submit to her before I could speak. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't want to walk in on whatever they might be doing."

"What do you mean, Beca?" She snapped out.

"Um, I think all three of your guests are sharing the guest room," I said quietly.

My mistress' eyes went wide and she threw open her bedroom door to look inside. Seeing its untouched state, she turned back to me. "I'm sorry, love. I don't blame you for yelling to wake them. I would have done the same," she said kindly.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied stiffly, still feeling a little raw from her sudden anger, which I knew I hadn't deserved.

Aubrey immediately moved to me, and I looked away, suddenly angry at the apology I saw in her eyes. She reached out to gently cup my cheek and guide my eyes back to her face. I gritted my teeth and refused to meet her gaze. "Beca, I'm sorry that I snapped at you."

"It's fine, Mistress," I answered curtly.

Her sharp indrawn breath was the only warning I had before her fingers fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. She didn't stop when my head was as far back as it would go and I collapsed onto my knees. She kept my head back as she loomed over me. "Who do you belong to Beca?"

"You, I belong to you, Mistress Bella," I gasped out. As the words left my lips, a shudder ran through me and my anger faded away.

"Are you done acting like a spoiled brat?" She snarled.

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry," I said, tears starting to fill my eyes at her displeasure.

"Fine, go to the playroom. I will join you in a moment," She said, releasing my hair. As I rushed down the hall, I heard Aubrey knock on the guestroom door saying, "Beca and I need a few minutes before breakfast so you have about 10 minutes to put some clothes on."

I didn't hear if they responded as I moved into the playroom and knelt in the middle of the floor. Aubrey came in a moment later, shutting and locking the door behind her. She studied me for a moment, and then asked, "What the hell was that, Beca?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, Mistress," I said honestly, studying the carpet between us.

"Please look at me," she said gently and I slowly looked up to meet her eyes. She studied me for a long time before she asked, "What do you want right now, Beca?"

I shifted, and said, "I don't know what you mean."

"I mean, if you and I were alone in this house right now, what would you want?" She asked, still studying me from across the room.

The answer spilled from my lips before I was even aware that I had an answer. "I'd want you to force me to submit completely to you, Mistress."

She nodded thoughtfully. "Fine, I will attend to those needs a little later, as we do currently have guests. In the meantime, kneel over the bench, I have something to tide you over until I can have you at my mercy."

I just stared at her. "Why, Mistress? I disrespected you in your home," I said, completely confused.

She smiled understandingly at me. "Because love, you need this. Last night was an incredible high for you. One that put you in total control over a large crowd for hours. Your mixes had them all enthralled. So now you are desperately craving the opposite. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Bre, you're right. I do feel really off-balance." I said finally making sense of the emotional turmoil I was feeling.

Her eyes narrowed at my use of her first name, and when I'd finished, she barked out, "I know. Now fucking bend over that bench, Beca!"

"Yes, Mistress," spilled from my lips, even as I immediately moved to obey her.

"Good, girl." She said in a voice that still held a note of danger and I shivered. My mistress moved up behind me, speaking in a quiet demanding voice that sent nerves racing along my skin. "Put your hands on your head and spread your thighs." As I moved to obey, I felt something shift and relax within me. Before I had time to contemplate the change, my mistress' hand fell sharply across my ass five times in quick succession. I gasped, feeling myself instantly grow damp as I struggled not to move.

Aubrey abruptly stood and moved to her cabinet, calling back over her shoulder to me. "That was for using my name without permission. Do not move and do not speak." I nodded into the bench, unsure whether she would see it. She returned quickly, kneeling behind me. "This may not make breakfast the most pleasant experience for you, my pet. But I believe it will hold you over until we have privacy. Do you understand?" Again I nodded. "Good, now relax, but do not come." I started to nod my understanding when I felt the thick dildo press against my opening. I let out a startled gasp as my mistress slowly slid it into me. It was so large that I could barely take all of it. I felt it pump within me twice, causing me to open a little more for it, before it stopped. Then I felt my other hole being penetrated. I shuddered, instantly struggling to hold back the orgasm that wanted to explode over me. This plug was also bigger than any I'd ever had before. I gasped struggling to adjust to feeling so full. I was so distracted by the sensations within me that I didn't notice my mistress buckling on the harness that would hold in the phalluses.

"Good girl," my mistress murmured. "Now sit back and lower your hands." When I did, my weight pressed both phalluses further into me and I instantly came with a long moan. I couldn't have stopped it if my life depended on it. Aubrey's fingers instantly jerked on my collar, bringing me up to my knees so I could look into her furious eyes. "I did not give you permission to come, slave. You will pay for that later when I have more time to properly discipline you. Stay here. I will be back in a moment," she growled, then picking up her robe, stormed out of the room. I froze waiting for her return.

She wasn't gone long and her apparent fury had disappeared in her absence. She handed me a pair of sweatpants, padded bra and tank top. "Here, my pet. These will help hide your situation at breakfast." I nodded, realizing that the sweatpants would hide the harness and the bra would hide my painfully tight nipples. She helped me to quickly get dressed, then cupped my chin and gently kissed me, before quickly pulling on her own pajamas. When she was done, she said, "I know they all know about our relationship, but I think Stacie is the only one who will really understand what you need today." I nodded my agreement and she went on. "Try to act as naturally as possible at breakfast, my pet. I know it will be hard for you, in your current situation. But it will please me greatly if you manage it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I just want to make you happy," I said softly.

"You do make me happy, Beca. Now come on, we have guests waiting," she said softly smiling at me.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said taking her hand and letting her lead me from the room.

When we got to the kitchen, the three of them were sitting at the table. Chloe and Jesse were carefully avoiding meeting our gazes and Stacie was smirking as she looked directly at Aubrey. "Good morning," the other brunette said in a self-satisfied voice.

I smiled, noticing the faint blushes on Chloe's and Jesse's cheeks. Aubrey moved to the table. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?" She asked, obviously enjoying the situation. I had to bite back on a chuckle as I moved to the oven to start pulling out the food. I brought it over to the table, unconsciously setting the serving plates next to the two dommes.

Once all the food was set out, I sat carefully next to Aubrey and watched in amusement as Stacie offered food to the other two. I couldn't resist any longer and asked, "So what happened last night?"

Stacie looked over at the other two, sitting back to fold her hands over her chest. I could see that she was enjoying watching them squirm as they blushed and stuttered. Aubrey lost patience first and snapped, "Chloe! Get your head out of your ass and answer Beca!"

Chloe's eyes flew immediately to meet her best friend's gaze. She swallowed hard and said, "I—um—well, after you went to bed, Jesse asked why you'd give up your own bed to sleep in another room. So Stacie hinted about what you might be doing back there. Then Jesse asked Stacie about what is was like. She offered to show him, and um—things progressed from there."

Aubrey's eyebrow lifted, and she glanced over at Stacie. Some silent conversation happened between them and Aubrey turned to Jesse. "How did Chloe end up in bed with you and Stacie?"

He glanced up and got caught in her gaze. "Um, I think Stacie dared her to join us."

Aubrey chuckled, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Um…" Jesse said, turning to Stacie for help.

She smiled at him before turning back to Aubrey. "He did," she said simply, placing her hand possessively on the back of his neck.

"Oh my God," I burst out.

Jesse glanced at me, his blush deepening and said, "It's not like you have room to talk, Becs."

I held up my hands, placating him. "I'm just surprised."

Aubrey's hand reached out to idly trace patterns on my leg. It sent heat shooting to my core, which throbbed around the dildo in response. I gasped softly and my mistress smirked at me before turning to Chloe. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Chloe glanced over at Stacie before turning back to Aubrey. "It was interesting. Not quite what I was expecting. But, not in a bad way."

Stacie smirked, "That's because I didn't have any toys with me, Red. I can show you more if you want."

A small shudder ran through Chloe and she looked at Aubrey helplessly. "I—um, I don't know Stacie," she said, her voice husky. Stacie just smiled at Chloe.

I couldn't help it, I chuckled and meeting Stacie's gaze, said, "I thought you preferred driving stick." She just smirked and shrugged.

Aubrey gave me a sharp look and the laughter died in my throat. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, causing need to swamp me as the phalluses shifted within my depths. I swallowed the needy moan that wanted to escape. Aubrey's eyes went hungry at the sight of my struggle, but she turned back to speak to everyone at the table. "Let's eat before this gets cold. I wouldn't want Beca's hard work to go to waste."

Everyone agreed, and the conversation switched to the club opening. The earlier awkwardness was quickly forgotten as we fell into the familiar roles of friendship. I struggled against my rising desire throughout the meal, and the only one who didn't notice was Jesse. Stacie just smirked at me, and I caught Chloe giving me side-long glances. I think she was trying to figure out what was causing my discomfort, but I couldn't be sure. For her part, Aubrey did her best to distract the others when I was struggling the most, but then with a small touch or soft brush against me, she would drive me to near desperation.

Finally everyone was done eating and Stacie sat back to look at Jesse. "Would you like to come back to my place?" She asked, and I could hear the desire in her voice.

Jesse immediately blushed and said, "Um, yeah. That'd be cool."

Stacie's smile had gone predatory as she said, "Excellent." Then she turned the look on Chloe. "Would you like to join us, Red?"

Chloe hesitated, looking at Aubrey. But Aubrey was studying me. "Would you like an audience today, my pet?" She asked softly.

I met her gaze, it was the familiar predatory look that always preceded the incredible tortures she devised for me, but it also held a note of acceptance. And I realized that she would really let me make this choice. I turned to Chloe, studying her. I remembered the first conversation Aubrey and I had had about the redhead after we got together. And I thought about what I needed, and I came to a decision. I asked, "Chloe, if you want to stay here today you can, but if you want to do more than watch, you should go with Stacie. Aubrey is my mistress, and I won't share unless I'm forced to." As Chloe studied me, Aubrey's hand found my thigh and gave a small supportive squeeze.

After a minute, Chloe said shakily, "I—I think I'll go with Stacie then. I don't think I can sit through whatever you guys have planned without being touched."

"I'm sorry," I told her and could hear the regret in my own voice.

"It's ok, Becs, I totally understand," she said before leaning over to brush a soft kiss over my lips. I was so shocked that I froze.

Instantly, Aubrey hooked her finger into my collar and yanked me back from the redhead. "She's mine," my mistress growled. The movement had shifted my weight just enough to have it fully resting on the plug in my ass and I couldn't stop the moan this time. Aubrey's fingers trembled slightly at the sound, but she didn't release me.

Stacie had gotten to her feet, fisting her hand into Chloe's red locks. "First rule; never touch someone else's property without permission. Do you understand?" Chloe nodded and Stacie released her and said, "Good, go pack a change of clothes."

Chloe bolted from the room, and Jesse shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Stacie ran a soothing hand down his hair as she turned to Aubrey. "Thank you for breakfast, Bella. Is it alright if I return Chloe tomorrow?" She asked.

"Of course, Stacie. Perhaps we could meet at noon for lunch. Just give me a call. And if I need to retrieve her sooner, I will keep my phone available." Aubrey said formally and I realized that this was a carefully scripted conversation between two dommes who were sharing someone special. I wanted to feel jealous, but I couldn't. My mistress had given me a choice, and though I had been tempted to take it. I just couldn't, not today when I was still feeling so raw from this morning. Aubrey released me when Chloe came back into the room with a backpack. She moved over to hug Chloe. She pulled back and said, "Thank you, Chloe. If it gets to be too much, just call, ok?"

Chloe nodded and offered Aubrey a small nervous smile. "Thanks, Bre. Just take care of your girl."

Aubrey smiled, "I will."

I turned to Jesse and offered him a smile. "Have fun, weirdo."

He rolled his eyes. "You, too."

I smirked, "I will. But seriously, you can trust Stacie."

"I know, Becs," he said, a strange look coming over his face. I decided I didn't really want to know, so I let it go.

Stacie ushered Chloe and Jesse out of the house and Aubrey and I were truly alone for the first time in days. Anticipation raced along my skin, even as I throbbed with need around the phalluses inside me. Aubrey turned predatory eyes on me and smirked, "Finally alone, my pet."

"Yes, Mistress," I said huskily.

She studied me for a long time, finally she said, "First we will deal with your punishment for coming without permission, then we will focus on your other needs. Follow me."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, following her into the playroom.

Once inside, she closed and locked the door and I moved to kneel in the middle of the floor, but she stopped me. "No, my pet. Remove your clothing and stand next to the wall facing me."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, rushing to obey her.

She watched me with her predatory gaze. When I was in position, she turned and went to the cabinet. She returned with a short length of chain and wrist cuffs. Her eyes were cold as she attached the chain to the d-ring in my collar and turned it to connect the other end to the wall. She then attached my wrists to the wall with the cuffs so that if my knees buckled, the wrist cuffs would catch my weight again. However, since this time I was facing away from the wall, I wouldn't have the luxury of bracing my hands against it. My hands were suspended and could only close on empty air. I swallowed hard against the nerves suddenly dancing in my gut.

As soon as I was secure, my mistress smiled coldly and said, "Today will be slightly different, slave. The only word you are allowed to speak is your safe word. You are not to come unless I give you permission. And I want you to fight your trance as long as possible. I want you to feel everything I do to you today. Do you understand?"

I gasped taking her words for the threat they were. I stared at her for a moment before carefully nodding.

"Good. I intend to push your limits today, my pet. I will bring you pain, but you need to stop me if I get to an 8 on your pain scale. I do not want to cause you harm. Do you consent?" I nodded again and felt heat rush to my core as I gave my agreement. My inner walls clenched around the dildo still within me.

My mistress' face was impassive as she reached out and roughly gripped both of my nipples, and pinched down until I gasped from the sharp, exquisite pain. Then she released them to gently tease them with her thumbs. I shuddered, letting a whimper escape my lips as pleasure raced through me. She just watched me as she continued to tease the tips until they were rock hard points. Once she was satisfied, she turned and moved back to the cabinet. She came back with nipple clamps and a riding crop. I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous again. With quick efficiency, she attached the clamps to my nipples and tightened them until I flinched from the pain of them. My mistress gently flicked the enflamed nipples with the tips of her fingers and I bucked in my restraints yelping from the stinging pain.

She paused then to study me. I gasped when the initial pain eased and turned into burning desire, causing me to clench around the dildo again. It was apparently the reaction Aubrey had been waiting for because she picked up the riding crop and brought it sharply down on the upper curve of my right breast with a loud 'smack'. I whimpered as it jostled the clamp, sending another wave of exquisite pain through me. Before I could recover, the crop came down on my other breast. Again she paused to gage my reaction, when she was satisfied; she began a flurry of blows on and around my breasts, thighs and hips, careful not to hit my throbbing nipples. My fists reflexively clenched and I was panting against my need to orgasm. Again, my mistress paused to watch me. My breathing gradually slowed and I began to relax. Without warning, my mistress rained two swift blows directly onto my overly sensitized nipples and I screamed wordlessly.

When the scream died away, Aubrey removed the clamps. I whimpered as blood rushed back into my engorged nipples, sending a fresh wave of pain through me. "Too much?" she asked. I shook my head. The pain had hit a 7 on my scale, but since she seemed content to move onto other things, I would be ok. "Good. Because I am not yet finished with you yet, slave. But I think that was sufficient punishment for your earlier disobedience, don't you?"

I nodded vigorously causing her to chuckle again. She released me from the wall and took off the wrist cuffs, replacing them with a pair of steel handcuffs which she secured behind my back. The cold metal felt unnaturally rough against my skin and I felt my arousal heighten even further. My mistress ordered me to kneel and I immediately obeyed. She then used the chain to connect the handcuffs to a ring near the baseboard of the wall. The chain pulled my arms out slightly from my body, causing my shoulders to strain and my body weight to press more fully on the phalluses within me. I tried to shift closer to the wall to ease the discomfort, but my mistress stopped me. She removed her pajamas and said, "Pleasure me, slave."

She took a step closer, bringing her slick folds within reach of my mouth. I closed the distance and licked through her damp slit. I moaned as the motion jostled the dildo and caused me inner walls to clamp around it. I forced myself to concentrated to lapping up my mistress' desire and felt my orgasm begin to recede. I licked up her folds to flick my tongue against her swollen clit. She shuddered against me, and I gently sucked it between my lips, flicking the tip with my tongue. "Oh, God!" My mistress called out and I began to alternate between long licks to drink up her desire and short quick flicks of my tongue against her tender nub. She began to grind her center against my face and I picked up my pace. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off my own orgasm much longer as each of her movements caused me to rock back on the phalluses buried within me. Her body tensed and I sucked her clit back into my mouth, flicking the tip of my tongue against the tender flesh in quick succession. With a shudder, she screamed out, "Yes, oh God, yes!" and I released her clit to lick up her release.

I was panting with my own need to come when she moved away from me. She smirked down at me. "Did you enjoy that, slave?" I nodded eagerly. She chuckled and released my wrists from the cuffs. My mistress rubbed the circulation back into my hands and I hadn't even realized that I'd been pulling so hard against the cuffs, but the angry red lines in my skin made it obvious that I had been. When she was satisfied, she said, "Go lean over the bed." I quickly moved to obey. When I was in position she unbuckled the harness holding the phalluses inside me. "I think you've had enough of these for now, and they will interfere with the rest of my plans." I whimpered as she pulled first the dildo out and then the butt plug. I was left feeling desperately empty, my inner muscles clenching repeatedly in my desperation for release.

"Place your hands on the back of your neck and face the headboard," she ordered. I did as commanded and she said, "Good, do not move." Then she returned to her cabinet and came back a moment later. I couldn't see what she had and anticipation raced through me. My mistress gazed down at me, and said in a cold, almost bored voice, "This is something I haven't used on you yet, my pet. Do not move your hands from their current position. This will hurt, but you will do nothing to stop me, until I've had my pleasure in it. Do you understand, slave?"

I nodded, gritting my jaw against the sudden trepidation I felt. Without any further warning, the sharp 'crack' of the leather strap fell across my ass. I yelped, unconsciously jerking away from the stinging pain. When I had gotten my body back under control, the strap fell again. As more blows rained down on me, I could feel my skin heat and I was sure that my ass was a bright red. I grew accustomed to the pain of the strap and felt myself giving over to it. The blissful fog of the trance wanted to settle over me, and I pushed it away. Then next blow that landed was heavier than the others and I gasped in pain, the trance forgotten. My mistress continued to stripe my ass with the strap, each blow falling harder than the one before, until finally, with tears streaming down my face, I screamed, bucking wildly against the bed.

The strap fell to the floor and my mistress sat on the bed, gently massaging the sting out of my butt cheeks. "Are you alright, my pet?" she asked. I nodded, my breath coming out in sobbing pants. She continued to stroke my back as I calmed down. "Look at me," my mistress demanded. I turned to her, and she studied my eyes and smiled seeing my clear eyes. "You did very well, my pet." I smiled at her praise. She slid a hand up my thigh to run a gentle finger through my dripping folds. Her eyes went wide as she felt my desire. "You are so wet, my pet. Did it turn you on to be strapped?"

A blush heated my cheeks and I nodded again, knowing that the pain caused by the leather strap had in fact added to my arousal and I was desperate to be allowed to come. She smirked at me and asked, "You would let me do anything to you if I let you come, wouldn't you, slave?" I immediately nodded and then blushed at the admission. Instead of responding, my mistress slammed three fingers into my core and snapped, "Come now, slave." With a shudder, I clenched around her fingers and came.

"Good girl", she said, pulling her fingers out of me. She moved back to her cabinet and came back with wrist and ankle cuffs. She buckled them into place and then had me sit back so they could be buckled together. I let out a whimper as my weight settled onto my bruised ass. She studied me carefully for a moment before moving back to the cabinet. She returned with a dildo and lube. She twisted one end of the dildo causing it to start vibrating and pressed it against my sore nipple. I gasped, pulling back as the sensation sent delicious pain rocketing through me. The movement made me press more heavily into my new bruises and I whimpered. My mistress chuckled and turned off the vibrator to apply lube. Then she sat on the bed facing me. "Do not move, slave," She said, her voice promising pain if I should disobey her. I nodded my understanding and she lifted her feet to rest on my shoulders. It left her slick folds open in front of me and I whimpered, wanting nothing more than to close the distance and pleasure my mistress. She chuckled and slowly eased the dildo into herself. The sight had heat rushing to my core and I groaned. She turned the base again and I could hear the low buzz coming from the dildo. Slowly she began to pump the phallus in and out, moaning as her orgasm slowly began to build. My center clenched convulsively in time to her quickening thrusts, and I had to grit my teeth against my rising desire. As she drew closer to release, her free hand began to knead her breast, rolling her erect nipple between her fingers. I forgot to breathe as I watched her climax wash over her. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

As her last shudder faded, my mistress' eyes met mine. "Do you wish I had let you fuck me, slave?" I nodded and she smirked. "That's too bad. I like seeing you so tied up and helpless while I come." She sat up, dropping her feet to the floor and letting out a satisfied sigh. She unclipped my restraints and ordered me onto the bed. I moved to obey and she went back to the cabinet retrieving straps. She quickly tied me to the bed so that I was positioned on my knees, bent low so my sore ass was in the air. She had added the chain to ensure that I wouldn't be able to lift me head up. I was fully open and exposed to my mistress, panting with need as she returned to the cabinet. A few minutes later she returned to the bed, crawling to settle between my spread legs. I gasped when cold lube dripped down my crack. She chuckled, smearing it over my anus before leaning forward and pressing the tip of a slender dildo slowly into me. I relaxed, allowing the phallus to slide into my butt. I whimpered when it had slid in all the way and I could feel my mistress' hips resting against my bruised skin. She slowly began to thrust into me, and I gradually opened further for her, rocking to meet each slow thrust. Then she began to thrust in earnest. She pounded into me, her hips slapping against my sore flesh with each thrust. The pain instantly transferred to pleasure and I felt an orgasm building quickly. My body tensed, a single thrust away from bliss and my mistress stopped.

"I did not give you permission to come, slave," she snarled.

I whimpered, but nodded my understanding. She gave me a few moments to collect myself and force my body away from the edge. When my body relaxed, my mistress began thrusting the dildo into my ass again. This time I fought my body's needs as she plunged within me. But despite all my efforts, I found myself sliding closer to the edge of desire again. Again, my mistress stopped seconds before I came. This time she said nothing as she waited for me to relax. As soon as I did, she began to thrust again. She continued to deny me orgasms until frustrated, needy tears streamed down my cheeks and I was becoming sore from the near constant friction. Then, instead of giving me release, she pulled backed up until the dildo slid out of me and she moved off the bed. I heard the strap-on fall to the floor and I whimpered. My mistress was back a moment later and I felt her press a magic egg into my core. I tried to clench around her fingers to keep them inside me, but I earned a sharp slap on my bruised ass instead. With a dull buzz, she turned on the egg. It began vibrating within me and I moaned.

I could feel my mistress' gaze on me for a long time. It further ignited my need, but when I realized that the egg wouldn't be enough stimulation to bring me orgasm, I slumped as much as my bonds would allow. The vibrations were only enough to keep my arousal heightened, but not enough to bring me relief. I could hear Aubrey chuckle as she moved away from the bed. I know she didn't leave the room, but I couldn't hear her moving about the room and I have no idea what my mistress was doing. Eventually, I realized that she was intentionally leaving me helpless to do anything to relieve my desperate need. She truly could do anything she wanted to me and I was completely powerless to stop her. The realization was followed immediately by acceptance and I relaxed completely. Submission wrapped over me and I waited for my mistress' pleasure. I hadn't fallen into the trance only because my mistress had told me not to.

"Come now, slave," my mistress demanded, and between one heartbeat and the next, I came so hard that I pushed the egg out of me. It buzzed around on the bed until my mistress grabbed it and turned it off. She removed my bonds and I turned to look at her, waiting for her next order. She studied me intently for a moment before smiling and pulling me into her arms. "You did really well, Beca. I'm proud of you," she said, kissing my temple. I let out a long sigh and let myself rest against her. She stroked my back.

After a long time, she asked, "Do you feel better, love?" I nodded against her shoulder. She tilted my chin up so I would meet her gaze. "You may speak now."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, meaning everything she had done to me.

The look in her eyes told me she understood. "You're welcome, my pet," she said automatically. Then with her voice hesitant, she asked, "How close were you to stopping me?"

I smiled, "The crop on my nipples and the final lash from the strap both rated a 7. But if you had done either of them again, I would have stopped you."

She smiled, "Good, that's what I thought." She paused and frowned before saying, "I'm sorry I bruised your ass again."

"I'm not, mistress," I said honestly.

"Really?"

"Really, I belong to you, mistress." I assured her.

She smiled and asked, "Did you enjoy what I did to you today?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered immediately.

"Do you want me to do it to you again?" She asked.

"Not immediately, but yes," I answered.

"Good. I do love making you helpless, my pet."

"Me too, Mistress."

"Good, because I'm not done with you yet," Aubrey said, her eyes showing the familiar possessive hunger that sent shivers down my spine.

I smiled, "I am yours to do with as you please."