Author's note: Sorry it took so long for me to post. I've had a rough couple of weeks and had a hard time getting myself into the proper head space to write this story the way it should be written. Please let me know what you think.

Chapter 17

The next day, I felt steadier when I walked into Marcus' office. "What can I do for you, Beca?" Marcus asked as soon as I entered.

I smiled briefly and sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Hey, Marcus. I wanted to talk to you about Fox's Den," I said trying to stay as professional as possible.

He sat at his desk, studying me. "Alright, what about them?"

I took a breath and said, "I think that they might respond better to a male producer."

His eyes narrowed, but his voice was calm as he asked, "What makes you say that?"

"I met with them yesterday, and it didn't go well," I said simply.

"Did something happen?" he asked in an overly quiet voice.

"No," I said startled by the protective look I saw in his eyes. "No, nothing happened. Based on the rants Gary was spouting, I just think that they will respect a male producer more than me."

"I see," he said, his voice dark. "I will take care of it, Beca. Thank you for coming to me."

I started to get up to leave, as he was obviously dismissing me, but I stopped, turning back to face him. "Marcus, are you this protective of all your employees? Or, is this because you have seen me in very compromising positions outside of work?"

His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he barked out a laugh. After a moment, he said, "I take care of my employees, and would reassign an artist or band if any of my producers came to me with an issue like this. But you are right. I wouldn't have gotten quite so angry on their behalf as I just did for you. I apologize, Beca. It isn't right to bring our personal relationship into the office."

I shrugged, offering a small smile. "It's alright Marcus. I think I can understand the difficulty of your situation." I glanced at the door and lowered my voice to say, "You strike me as a good domme. You've seen my in a very vulnerable state on more than one occasion. I imagine that makes it harder for you to not feel protective on my behalf, especially in a situation where my mistress cannot protect me."

Marcus pursed his lips, studying me. "You may be right, Beca. For someone so new to the lifestyle, you seem to have a very good understanding of a domme's reactions."

It wasn't a question, but I could see that he wanted an answer. I smiled and said, "Aubrey and I spend a lot of time talking about the way we respond to each other. Although, if you ask her, it's because I'm a natural."

He chuckled, "Alright. Thank you for your understanding and for pointing out a weakness I was unaware of that could complicate our working relationship. I will try to keep it from becoming an issue in the future."

I nodded, "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it, but I'm sure Aubrey would appreciate you keeping an eye on me when she can't."

"I believe you may be right about Ms. Posen," he said with a twinkle in his eye. I chuckled and took the opportunity to leave.

The rest of the week flew by. I had no other problems with any of the other artists I had meetings with and Bruno Mars was wonderful. He was incredibly charming and helped me get over my nerves at meeting him. I was really looking forward to working with him on his album.

On Saturday, Aubrey and I decided to spend some time packing up our respective homes. We planned to go out for dinner and dancing later that night. So, I was surprised when I heard the knock on my door at 3pm. I wasn't expecting anyone, but I put down my tape gun and hurried over to answer the door. Aubrey was standing there, wearing a long jacket that fell to mid-thigh. The jacket was buttoned tightly and all I could see under it was the smooth bare legs and tall black stiletto heels. I quickly took in her appearance before looking up to meet her narrow-eyed gaze.

"Hey, Bre. What're you doing here? I thought we were both going to spend today starting to pack," I said, trying to figure out why she was giving me that look. Aubrey just raised an eyebrow and stepped past me into the apartment. I closed the door as nerves danced through me. Had I done something to piss her off? I couldn't think of anything and I turned to her confused. "Aubrey, did I—"

She cut me off, "Don't speak, Beca." I shut my mouth and she slowly unbuttoned her jacket, letting it fall open to reveal the green corset and matching thong underneath. I felt my eyes widen in surprise as heat immediately began to race through me. I looked back up into her eyes, opening my mouth to ask what she was doing, but she glared at me and said, "I told you not to speak. Do not make me punish you." I closed my mouth and waited, my mind racing. We never played in my apartment. What was she doing? Seeing the confusion, she took pity on me and explained, "I was packing up some of my clothing and I remembered how turned on you were by the idea of kneeling to me in your home. I decided it would be a crime to lose that opportunity before we moved in together. Do you have a problem with that, my pet?"

My underwear grew damp with my immediate arousal, but I casually leaned back against the door. She had dropped this on me without asking and I wasn't going to make this easy for her. I smirked, "No, Bre. But this is my home. Maybe you should be the one to kneel to me."

Her eye flashed dangerously and she stalked towards me, letting her large purse fall to the floor with a heavy thud. As she closed the distance, I had to work to keep my stance casual. I wanted to submit to her, but my pride refused to let me give in to the look in her eyes. When she was close enough to me for me to feel her body heat but just far away enough to not touch me, she stopped and said, "Kneel."

I stared up into her eyes defiantly, and demanded, "You kneel."

Before I could react, she fisted a hand in my hair, pulling my head back so my body arched into her and ordered, "Kneel, now!"

It was nearly my undoing, but when my knees began to buckle, her hand relaxed in my hair and I was able to twist away. I moved behind her and pushed her against the door, leaning my body into her to keep her there. "No," I stated, biting hard into her exposed shoulder.

A shiver ran through her and I felt a moment of victory. But then she snarled, "You are going to regret this, my pet."

It sent a shudder through me. And as I was distracted by my arousal, my weight shifted slightly off her and she used the advantage to turn around. She pulled me to her, staring into my eyes with the full force of her dominant will. I could see that she wasn't pissed at me, but I couldn't hold her gaze for long. The second I looked away, I was a goner. "Mine," she growled, biting my collarbone hard.

Another shudder ran through me and I sagged against her. Her hand fisted in my hair again, pulling my head back so she could claim my lips. I clenched my jaw and refused to submit to the kiss. My heart was racing and I was pretty sure that she could feel how hard my nipples were, but I wasn't ready to give in. Her hand tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to make delicious pain radiate across my scalp. I whimpered but didn't open for her. She broke the kiss to glare down at me. I didn't meet her eyes, instead I tried to dart in and fasten my mouth against the curve of exposed breast above her corset. I knew she would stop me with the hand in my hair, but it sufficiently distracted her enough to allow me to reach out and cup her center in one hand. "Mine," I said, smirking when her eyes fluttered shut for the briefest moment.

Her eyes flew open and she glared at me, reaching down to grip my wrist, twisting to pull it away from her. "I did not give you permission to touch me." In a move too fast for me to follow, she had me spun around and within seconds had my wrists secured behind my back in handcuffs. I gasped, I had no idea where they had been, but now I was truly trapped. She spun me back to face her, a victorious smirk on her face. "Will you kneel to me now? If you do, I will let you pleasure me."

I gave her my most defiant look and said, "No, Aubrey. I still think you should kneel before me."

She stared down at me in shock for a moment before her eyes narrowed. "You are making this worse for yourself, my pet. Submit to me and kneel."

I didn't bother to answer her. I just stood there and smirked. She glared at me for a moment, before moving around me to grab to her purse. As she did, I rushed over to my bedside table and awkwardly started to pull open the drawer. I had a pair of handcuff keys in there and if I could get them, I could turn the tables on her. Unfortunately, she had followed me with purse in hand. She pushed me onto the bed so I landed on my side. She immediately straddled me, holding me in place with her body. I squirmed, trying to free myself, but she was too good and I couldn't dislodge her. She pulled open her purse and took out a short length of rope. She tied it off around the chain on my handcuffs before securing it to my headboard.

Only then did she climb off me and stood next to the bed glowering down at me. "Submit, Beca."

I looked up at her, studying her carefully. I could see that she was getting frustrated and I knew I didn't have much more time before I truly pissed her off. The only thing I could do was appeal to her competitive side. "Make me," I said.

Her eyes flared at the challenge and she gave me an evil grin. "I already have you at my mercy, love. If you don't submit to me soon, I will have you begging me to let you kneel and kiss my feet."

My center clenched in anticipation. But I grinned, "I doubt it, Bre."

This time she didn't answer, but her smile widened. She straddled my legs and began to undo my jeans. She shifted to pull them off, but when I tried to flail my legs to keep her off me, she grabbed one and flipped me onto my stomach. Immediately, her hand came down hard on my ass. I yelped, bucking forward. She didn't give me time to recover from the first slap, but instead started spanking me in earnest. In seconds, she had me panting out little moans, but still I wasn't ready to submit to her.

Eventually, the spanking ended and she pulled off my soaked underwear with a chuckle. Then she started fishing through her purse again. I wondered what she was getting. I didn't have to wait very long until I felt her spread my ass cheeks and the tip of a plug teased my entrance. I expected her to ease it in, so I wasn't prepared for her to push it into me in one quick thrust. I yelped, bucking against my restraints. Immediately, she began spanking me again. I gritted my teeth against the moans that wanted to escape with my rising desire. She didn't say anything as she continued to bring her hand down on my heated ass cheeks, but I could feel the weight of her commanding glare. Part of me wanted to submit to her, but my stubborn pride refused to allow me to give in and I fought my body's need to come.

I have no idea how long she continued to spank me, but when I was nearly crazy with need, she coldly said, "Submit pet and you may come." It was the sound of her voice after so long that was my undoing. I stopped fighting and gave in. With a long, desperate moan, I submitted and fell over the edge.

As I came down from my orgasm, I felt Aubrey release my wrists and turn me over. She studied me carefully for a moment, and seeing no signs of further defiance asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yes," I said simply, unable to bring myself to call her 'Mistress' without my collar.

One eyebrow lifted, but instead of immediately answering she reached into her bag and pulled out several straps. She buckled them around my thighs before taking my wrists and securing them with the straps so that my arms were trapped against my sides. Once they were in place, she pulled out the remote control dildo and remote. She shoved it into me without warning and I gasped. She smirked at me and began tying the other straps around my legs. She tightened them until my legs were pressed together. I knew that no matter what she did, I wouldn't be able to push the dildo out of me.

Aubrey grinned up at me. "Comfortable?" she asked.

"Not really," I admitted, wondering what she would do next.

"I'm sorry, love. You really should have submitted when you had the chance," she said with a hint of regret in her voice.

I started to speak, but she turned on the dildo and I forgot how to breathe. When I was able to get my breath back, I gasped out a "Fuck".

Aubrey glared, "You will not use that language, my pet."

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

Her eyes immediately narrowed. "You will be even more sorry before I am finished with you. You are not to come until I tell you." She reached back into her purse and pulled out a gag.

I felt my eyes widen and I hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."

"Since you seem unable to address me properly, you have lost the privilege of speaking," she said forcing the gag into my mouth and buckling it in place.

I struggled against my bonds as the dildo continued to move within me, but I couldn't free myself. Aubrey sat back and watched me struggle. I could feel my inner muscles clamping around both phalluses and I had to struggle not to fly over the edge and give in to my body's need for release. Aubrey just watched with a smirk, knowing how close I was. It seemed like the more I struggled, the closer I slid towards orgasm. Just before I disobeyed orders and gave into bliss, the dildo stopped moving. I groaned and Aubrey chuckled.

"You really should have submitted sooner, love," she said. I nodded in agreement. Aubrey reached back into her purse and pulled out a small vibrator. She sat back and spread her legs and after turning on the vibrator, she pushed aside the thin strip of fabric and began rubbing the vibrator against her clit. Immediately she began to moan, "Oh, Beca, this feels so good." I whimpered and she smiled. "Do you wish you could touch me?" I nodded again. She let out another moan and continued to work herself with the vibrator. As I watched, she grew more aroused and I could see moisture glistening on her folds. I longed to replace her hand with my mouth and didn't even notice the small, needy sounds escaping my lips. Just before she came, she turned on the dildo inside me again. I bucked, groaning against my restraints, instantly back on the edge of my own release. She didn't leave it on for more than 10 seconds, but it was enough to bring me right back to the brink. I whimpered when it turned back off, shutting my eyes against my disappointment. I immediately heard Aubrey cry out and my eyes flew back open to watch as she came.

"Oh God, that felt good," she said, grinning when I let out a desperate moan. She climbed up the bed, lifting my shirt and bra up to expose my breasts. She began to tease my hard nipples with the vibrator. I jerked, trying to move away from the sensation as my inner walls clamped back around the phalluses within me. Aubrey's eyes narrowed, "Do not come, my pet. I mean it."

I met her eyes and nodded my understanding, even as waves of heat washed over me. With a small evil smile, she began to run the vibrator over my skin, continuously circling back to my breasts. I continued to struggle against the sensations until Aubrey barked out, "Submit, Beca! You are mine."

Her words fell into my mind and lodged there, pushing away the last of my stubborn pride. Something within me settled and my body grew still, obeying my mistress' order. "Good girl," she said, moving the vibrator to one of my nipples while her other hand found my other nipple and began to pinch and roll the hard tip between her thumb and fingers. A moan escaped my lips and she turned the dildo back on. My hips jerked up in response, but quickly settled back onto the mattress. I could still feel my body's rising desire but it became easier to avoid the growing orgasm once I submitted to my mistress.

My orgasm continued to build within me and just before it washed over me, Aubrey turned the dildo off again. I groaned as it stilled within me. I knew that she was punishing me for fighting her control, but I was desperate for release. She watched me for a long time before giving me a half smirk and rolling off the bed. She grabbed her purse and moved over to the couch, leaving me helpless on the bed. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she left me there for a long time, periodically turning on the vibrator for 10-20 seconds at a time, just to keep my body on the edge of bliss. After the third time she did this, I felt tears spill down my cheek. My entire being was focused on the phalluses filling me and the desperate need in my center.

Eventually Aubrey came back over to the bed and looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. I could barely see her through the tears still spilling from my eyes. "Are you ready to kneel to me my pet?" She asked coldly. I immediately began nodding as small pathetic whimpers escaped around the gag. She eyes softened slightly and she asked, "Do you know who in in control, Beca?" I nodded again and she crawled onto the bed to straddle me. "Good, because you are mine," she said. Then she leaned down and bit hard into my collarbone at the same time she turned the dildo back on. I screamed into the gag and came. Instantly, the trance fell over my mind and I floated in the blissful peace of knowing that my mistress was answering my need.

Dimly, I felt her remove the gag and words began to fall from my lips. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours."

"Shhh, love. I know. It's ok. I'm here. You did well," my mistress said, wiping away the tears as they continued to fall. She turned off the dildo and continued to stroke me for a while. Eventually, she shifted and released my legs, pulling out the dildo before undoing the straps around my wrists and thighs. Then she gently rolled me over and removed the plug.

Once she was done, she climbed back off the bed and her eyes hardened. "Kneel at my feet and kiss them," she demanded.

I was on my knees in front of her with my lips lowering to her feet before the order filtered through the fog clouding my mind. I had no idea when she had removed her shoes, but I took the opportunity to kiss each of her toes in turn before placing soft kisses across the top of each foot. "Good girl," she said, pulling her feet out of my reach.

I sat back and dreamily smiled up at her. "Thank you, Mistress," I said placidly.

"You're welcome, love," She said with a gentle smile. "Stay there," she ordered before retrieving her purse and fishing out my collar.

She handed it to me, and the realization that I had submitted so completely to her without it immediately brought me out of the trance. I gaped up at her for a minute and she smirked. I took a deep breath and reached out to take the collar, suddenly feeling completely vulnerable. I quickly buckled it into place with a sigh, my insecurities melting away with that familiar shift. "Thank you, Mistress," I said again.

Aubrey smiled and said, "You're welcome. Though you do realize that that was just the first part of your punishment, don't you, my pet?"

I looked up at her, feeling a sudden trepidation fill me. "What do you mean, Mistress?" I asked.

She chuckled, leaning down to bring her face close to mine. "I'm taking you shopping, Beca. We have some things to buy before the Fischer party."

"Oh, alright," I said, not understanding why that would be a punishment.

Aubrey smirked again, "You will be blindfolded, gagged and leashed, my pet. That is your punishment." I gaped up at her for a while, unable to form a clear response as half of my brain was terrified by the thought, and the other half was incredibly turned on. Aubrey noticed and her smirk grew into an evil grin. "Now you understand, don't you?"

I swallowed hard and managed a muttered, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good, now go get dressed, love. Wear a button down shirt, and a skirt. I don't want to have to struggle to get you changed in the fitting room."

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

As I got dressed, Aubrey moved to my dresser and pulled out a pair of her jeans, which she pulled on with the corset. She looked so hot, that I momentarily forgot what I was doing so I could watch the way she moved in the clothes. I felt myself grow wet again at the sight of her. She noticed me staring and her eyebrow shot up. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something, my pet?"

"What? Oh yeah, sorry, Mistress," I replied blushing. I hurriedly grabbed a shirt and pulled it on. Aubrey chuckled.

Once we were ready to go, Aubrey paused by the door. "I will wait until we get to the store before I gag and blindfold you. I will not release your leash, but I don't want you to see my purchases. Do you understand?"

I nodded, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good, let's go." She said, leading me out to her car.

When we arrived at Mistress Sarah's store, Aubrey actually waited until we were inside before she tied my gag and blindfold in place and attached my leash. I think she was doing it in case we ran into anyone who would recognize me from Tanssi, and I appreciated it. I was nervous at not being able to see, but my mistress kept a close grip on the leash and I didn't run into any of the clothing racks. I relaxed and let her lead me deeper into the store.

I heard laughter coming from my right, before I could get offended I heard someone say, "Bella, this is a surprise. What has your pet done to deserve this?" I recognized the voice as belonging to the store's manager and I blushed softly.

Aubrey stopped, and with a slight yank on the leash, indicated I should kneel. I sank to my knees as she turned to the other domme. "My pet refused to submit this afternoon, so she has lost the privilege of choosing her clothing for the Fischer's party," She said, her voice coming out harsh and angry.

"Oh, my. Well, I see you were able to remind her of her place," Mistress Sarah said, obviously amused.

"Yes, I was. I don't want her to know what I choose today. Will you help me?" Aubrey asked.

"Of course," the manager said before raising her voice and calling out, "Courtney, please prepare a dressing room for Mistress Bella and her pet."

"Yes, Mistress," came the reply from the other side of the store.

"Please, lead the way," Mistress Sarah said turning back towards my mistress.

Aubrey tugged on the leash and I rose to my feet a little unsteadily. She put a hand on my waist to steady me, and I leaned into her to show my appreciation. My mistress allowed the contact for a moment before she tugged on the leash again and said, "Come along, Beca."

I nodded, not knowing if she even saw the gesture and followed her deeper into the store. We paused at various racks and Aubrey and Mistress Sarah exchanged a few vague words before we continued to the next. Without my sight, I had no idea what part of the store we were in, and neither of them gave any indication to help me. For a while, I was nervous, not sure what Aubrey would make me wear, but eventually, I realized that I didn't really care. I trusted Aubrey and she had never once done anything to make me doubt her wardrobe choices. I relaxed and followed meekly behind her.

Once they had picked out enough clothing, I was taken into a dressing room and my mistress carefully removed my clothing and helped me try on various things. They were of such different styles that I was still unable to determine what Aubrey had in mind, but I didn't complain. I just followed her orders and let myself be dressed. The only time I balked was when I felt the lacy frills of a baby doll dress. I let out a disgusted grunt that made Aubrey laugh.

"What's wrong my pet? You look good in lace," she asked, amused. I groaned, having no other way to express my displeasure. Immediately, I felt a tug on my collar and was pulled against my mistress. "Who do you belong to slave?" I couldn't answer, so I hung my head in acknowledgement. "That's right, my pet. You are mine, and if I chose to make you my princess, you will submit, won't you?" I could hear the irritation in her voice and I nodded, not wanting to add to my punishment. "Good girl," she said lightly slapping my bare ass under the dress. I moaned, making her chuckle and I knew I was forgiven.

When we emerged from the dressing room, Mistress Sarah asked, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes, I would like to purchase this for my pet. Do you still have her measurements on file?" Aubrey asked.

"Of course."

"Good, please make sure it fits properly. Can you have it delivered to my house?" Aubrey asked her voice carefully bland.

"Of course, Bella. She will look stunning in this," the manager replied.

"Thank you."

"It's no trouble. Have you decided what you will wear?" Sarah asked.

"I believe so, I have been eying something for a while that I think will work with my pet's outfit. But I would like to try it on first."

"Of course, Bella. Would you like for me to hold your pet's leash while you retrieve it?" Mistress Sarah asked casually.

I stiffened, but relaxed again immediately when Aubrey said, "That won't be necessary." Then she pulled me away deeper into the store.

I have no idea what Aubrey bought for either of us and my curiosity was getting the best of me, but Aubrey just requested everything be delivered to her house before the party and my hopes of sneaking a look vanished. Before we left the store, my mistress removed the blindfold and gag. I blinked against the sudden light.

"Are you alright, love?" she asked, watching me carefully.

"Yes, Mistress," I said immediately, still feeling slightly disoriented.

"Good, come along," she said smiling at me as she led me back out to her car. As we drove to our next destination, Aubrey asked, "Do you feel that your punishment is fitting?"

"Yes, mistress," I admitted grudgingly.

"Good," she said laughing. "Because we have another stop or two to make.

"Yes, Mistress," I said again, resigned to the knowledge that I would be blindfolded and gagged again.

Once again as soon as we stepped into the store, I was allowed a brief look around at the various bondage gear before Aubrey slipped the blindfold and gag back into place. This time as I was led around, no one approached us. I could feel various sets of eyes following our progress, but we were left alone. My mistress stopped several times murmuring quietly to me about the various objects she was considering.

At one point she paused and said, "Hmmm, it's too bad I have other plans for you, my pet. This hood would do wonders for your obedience." I shuddered, trying to imagine what she was looking at. My mistress noticed and chuckled, "perhaps we will save that for another time. I think you might enjoy having all your senses but touch removed." As she said this, she ran one of her nails down the exposed skin of my chest drawing a shiver from me in response. She only laughed again and we moved away from the display.

Eventually, Aubrey had made her selections and took me to the counter to pay. "My pet is not allowed to see what I have purchased for her. Will you please carefully wrap this so she won't see once I remove her blindfold?" she asked the sales clerk.

"Of course madam," replied a smooth male voice.

"Thank you," Aubrey said politely.

As Aubrey paid, I felt someone move up next to me and whisper in my ear, "It seems you've finally learned your place, slave."

I gasped, recognizing the tone from that butch domme I had hit. I stepped closer to my mistress, immediately terrified of this other woman. I couldn't see her, nor speak to her and I was afraid she would touch me again. Luckily, Aubrey came to my rescue as she wrapped a protective arm around me and turned to the other woman. "She is mine. If you don't want your nose broken again, I suggest you back off," she said and I could hear the fury in her voice. I whimpered and pressed myself more closely to my mistress.

The other domme's voice was insulting as she said, "I was only commenting that your slave finally knew her place. Though it seems you can only control her when she is unable to see or speak."

Aubrey snarled, "My pet obeys. She is of no concern of yours."

The butch snorted, "Yes, I can see how you make her obey. A true domme knows that submission is deepest without the restraints."

I could feel the furious tension rising in my mistress. I didn't know what I could do to ease the situation, so I pressed harder into her, moaning lightly when her arm flexed more tightly around me. I think it was the moan that did it, but I couldn't be sure as Aubrey relaxed. She turned back to the other domme and I could hear the smirk in her voice as she said, "Yes, that's true, but sometimes I like to indulge my pet with more conventional methods. Isn't that right, slave?" I immediately nodded my agreement.

The clerk interrupted any further response when he said, "Here you are Mistress Bella. I hope you have a nice day."

"Thank you," Aubrey responded, taking the bag. Then with a tug on my leash, she pulled me towards the front door. As I passed the other domme, she reached out and grabbed my ass. I stopped and turned, letting out a furious growl. Aubrey immediately stopped and turned. "What did you just do?" she asked the other domme.

"I did nothing," the woman responded with a smirk.

Immediately, I felt my mistress' fingers at the buckle of the gag. Once it was removed, she asked, "What happened, my pet?"

I was still blindfolded and desperately wanted to rip it off to glare at the other woman, but I refrained. Instead I said, "She grabbed my ass, Mistress."

Aubrey's voice was cold as she said, "I see." She turned to the other butch and in an equally chilly voice said, "If you are not careful, I will see to it that you are banned from every store, club and event in this state. Do not lay your hands on my property again."

The butch scoffed, "You can't do that."

"Try me," Aubrey challenged and I had to fight back a grin.

"I don't believe you," the other domme insisted.

"Fine, just ask around about Mistress Bella. If you still don't believe me, you are welcome to try to steal my property again. We will be at Club Sanction on the 12th of next month." I stiffened and my mistress turned me to face her, removing the blindfold and gazing down into my eyes. "Do you have a problem with that my pet?"

I studied her carefully, but all I saw was honest trust. I shook my head and kneeled, "No mistress, I serve at your pleasure."

Aubrey looked startled for a moment before she turned back to the butch. "Does that suit you?"

I could feel the other woman's eyes on me as she considered. Finally, she said, "That's fine. But when I have her on my leash, she will learn the definition of true submission."

Aubrey laughed loudly, her voice full of honest delight. "I will enjoy watching this; I do hope that you try." I lowered my face, to hide my grin into the floor. I was just as amused as Aubrey, and part of me hoped that we would see the butch again. I could only imagine what my mistress had in mind. "Come along, my pet," she said lightly jerking on my leash as she led me from the store.

Once we were safely back in the car, Aubrey turned to me with worried eyes. "Are you mad?"

I finally let loose with a laugh. "No, Mistress. Not mad at all. I kinda hope she tries," I answered honestly.

Aubrey relaxed and smiled, "Me too. I'm already scheduled to do a scene that night, and it would be a wonderful change to turn it into a dominance battle. Would you be alright with that, Beca?"

I nodded, heat flooding me at the thought. "Of course. I am yours, Mistress. I trust you to protect me, and she may not realize it yet, but nothing she can do could ever take me from you."

"I know, love," Aubrey said with a soft smile.

I grinned, "I think it would be a perfect way to end the scene if you were to make me trance, when she won't even be able to make me kneel."

Aubrey laughed, "I would love that. It should be just enough to teach her a lesson. God, I hope she is stupid enough to let it happen."

"Me too, Mistress. Me too," I said.