Author's note: Well, I had to cancel my play rehearsal due to bad weather, so I was able to get this ready sooner than I anticipated. I know a lot of you have been eagerly anticipating this scene for a while. I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think.
Chapter 18
The next couple of weeks seemed to fly by. I was so busy between working with the artists, making mixes for the club and packing, that Aubrey and I barely had any time to play. We often fell into bed in utter exhaustion at the end of the day. I certainly didn't have any time to get nervous over the quickly approaching Fischer party and my debut. I didn't have any more problems with any of the artist I was working with and I even managed to avoid Carrie most days. But when she got too pushy, I told her I was buying a house with my girlfriend and that she needed to back off. Eventually she got the hint and left me alone.
The Fischer's party was on a Saturday night and I woke late in the afternoon. I opened my eyes to find Aubrey sitting up in my bed reading, absently trailing her fingers through my hair. I smiled, wrapping my arms around her legs and pillowing my head in her lap. She chuckled and said, "Good morning, sleepy head."
I rubbed my cheek against her thigh and mumbled, "Morning, Bre. What time is it?"
She continued to play with my hair as she set her book aside. "It's after 3, honey."
I sat up, feeling slightly ashamed and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't have to let me sleep so late."
"It's alright, love. You needed the sleep. Besides, I was only going to let you sleep for another 20 minutes or so before I woke you," she said soothingly.
I yawned, "You're probably right. I'm exhausted."
"I know. That's why I've scheduled you a spa appointment. I figured you could use a little pampering before tonight." She smiled down at me.
"Right," I said, feeling nerves begin to dance through me.
"It'll be alright, Beca. I'll take care of you," she said softly.
I smiled up at her. "I know, I'm just a little nervous."
"I know, go jump in the shower, I'll make you some breakfast before we head to your appointment," she said, pushing me gently off her.
I sighed, grumbling good naturedly," Alright, alright. I'm going." She laughed and moved over to my fridge. I smiled after her for a moment before turning to the bathroom to obey her gentle command.
Once we arrived at the spa, I was informed that I'd been scheduled for a bikini wax and I came very close to hating Aubrey. I'd never had one done, as I preferred to take care of my own maintenance, but she gave me her best domme look and I faltered. I knew that tonight was important to her, and while I still had no idea what I was going to be wearing, I knew that she had her reasons and I wanted her to be proud of me. While the waxing was incredibly embarrassing, I also found myself turned on by the experience and decided I might just have to continue getting waxed in the future. The woman hadn't left me completely bare, for which I was grateful, as I didn't enjoy feeling like a pre-pubescent girl. However, I was left with only a thin landing strip of hair and I couldn't decide if I preferred it to my usual bikini line shave. I didn't dwell on it, as Aubrey had also scheduled an hour long massage.
When I was done, I felt much more relaxed and I thanked Aubrey profusely. She grinned and said that I deserved it after all the hard work I had done over the previous weeks. When went back to her house after the spa and she ordered me to strip so she could inspect the waxer's work. She knelt in front of me and ran her tongue along the bare skin between my legs, I moaned, shifting to allow her greater access to me and I noticed the moment when she realized how wet I already was. Her eyes flew up to meet mine and I smiled.
She sat back and asked, "Did it turn you on to be waxed?"
I blushed. "Yeah," I admitted.
She grinned, "Are you going to continue to visit her?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Good," was all she said before returning to her ministrations. I groaned as she slid her tongue through my damp folds. She began licking and sucking my clit and I bucked against her, feeling an orgasm rapidly build. Aubrey noticed and held onto my thighs to help support me as she worked me towards release. I cried out and came in her mouth. She sat back and grinned at me.
"Thank you, Mistress," I gasped out when I had enough breath to speak.
She smirked, "You're welcome; now go make us dinner while I shower."
"Yes, Mistress," I said and hurried to obey. I wasn't sure what to expect from tonight, as Aubrey had been thin on details, wanting to surprise me; so, I made a salad with grilled chicken. I didn't want to eat anything too heavy before the party.
As I was setting the table, Aubrey came in and smiled, "This looks great, Beca. Thank you."
I smiled back at her and said, "You're welcome. I thought something light would be good before tonight."
"You're probably right," she said with a grin.
We sat down to begin eating and I asked, "So what do I need to know about tonight?"
Aubrey watched me as she took another bite. Once she swallowed she said, "It won't really be that different from when we've gone to the club. Everyone who will be there has an invitation, and is only permitted to attend with a submissive. The Fischers own a mansion in the hills and will have assembled a stage in one of the rooms for the scenes. We will be performing the final scene of the night, so you will have to be patient. Once we get on the stage, you will obey every order and trust that I will take care of you. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered immediately.
Aubrey smiled, "Good. Now, I know you may be embarrassed by your wardrobe tonight, but I have my reasons for why I've picked it and you will just have to trust me. You have an incredible body, Beca, and I wish to show it off."
I immediately began blushing and I nodded, "Yes, Mistress."
We continued to eat for a moment before she added, "If you misbehave tonight, I will be incredibly embarrassed and your punishment will be immediate and severe. You will not like what I do to you."
"Yes, Mistress. I won't embarrass you," I said immediately.
"Good," she said simply.
Once we were done eating and I had cleaned up the kitchen, I followed Aubrey into her bedroom and watched as she got dressed. I immediately started grinning. She had chosen a pair of black leather pants and matching leather vest. It was similar to the outfit I had worn the night of Marcus' party, but the vest had a slightly different cut that worked better with her body. She noticed my smile and grinned back at me. Then she had me sit at her vanity while she did my hair, pulling it back from my face, but leaving most of it hanging free. Then she did my makeup, highlighting my eyes with black eye liner and leaving the rest of my face bare, except for my lips, which she darkened with an almost purple color of red lipstick. I had to admit that she had done another amazing job on my makeup and I couldn't wait to see what she had picked for me to wear. But she made me wait while she lightly curled her own hair, letting it fall in soft graceful curls down her back. Then she started her makeup, making her eyes look a little sleepy, in the way they did just after an intense orgasm. The sight made me grow wet in response.
I must have made some noise because she turned to smirk at me. "Do you like what you see, my pet?" she asked on a purr.
I shivered and nodded. "Yes, Mistress," I said, my voice coming out breathy and needy.
She grinned, "Good, now come and kneel in front of me."
"Yes, Mistress," I said again, eagerly as I moved to obey.
Once I was kneeling in front of her she unbuckled my collar. "I've got a new one for you to wear tonight, love."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said automatically.
She smiled, "You're welcome." She reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin rounded metal collar with a ring attached to one side. "I will have to put this one on you, as it has a different sort of clasp. Is that alright?"
I nodded, "Yes, Mistress." I leaned forward to give her my neck.
She paused and I frowned up at her. "Beca, in the past, you have always made the choice to place yourself at my mercy by putting on the collar yourself. This is different because you won't have that choice. This becomes my choice to claim you and to release you. Do you understand?" she asked, and I could hear the hesitance in her voice.
I immediately nodded, "Yes, Mistress."
She studied me for another moment before asking, "Do you consent to my ownership, knowing that you will not be able to remove this collar? It takes a special tool to unlock it, so no matter what happens, you will be mine until I release you."
"Yes, Mistress. I belong to you. I am yours to do with as you please," I said formally, knowing she needed to see that I had no doubts.
She carefully closed the collar around my neck. I shivered from the cold metal lying against my skin, but it quickly warmed. My mistress smirked and said, "I'm so glad you said that, my pet."
"Why, Mistress?" I asked.
She continued to smirk as she got up and led me into the playroom. She gestured to the bed as she said, "Because it will please me greatly to see you in this."
I froze gaping as I struggled to understand what I was looking at. On the bed was what I could only describe as a leather harness. There were no other clothes, just thin strips of leather connected by O-rings in the vague shape of a one piece swim suit. Eventually, I managed to choke out, "Mistress—?" But I left the question to hang in the air.
Aubrey's smirk deepened. "Yes, my pet?"
I swallowed hard, staring at her, wondering how she could do this to me. As I stared, her eyes turned hard and I felt her dominant will press down on me. I lowered my eyes and in a small quiet voice, I said, "I belong to you, Mistress Bella." As the words fell from my mouth, the truth of them settled into my mind and I relaxed, submitting to her will.
My mistress stepped to me and tilted my chin up so she could see my eyes. She studied me for a moment, and seeing my submission, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Beca."
I smiled and said, "I'm yours, Mistress. I only want to please you."
"You do please me, love. More than I could have ever hoped for."
My smile deepened and I asked, "How do I put it on?"
She laughed and helped me into the harness. It left nothing to the imagination as the straps fell around my breasts and only ran between my legs enough to hold the harness in place, but did not cover my bare center. I found myself blushing as I realized why she had wanted me to be waxed. Once I was dressed, if you can call it that, Aubrey helped me step into a pair of black leather stilettoes before showing me the finishing touches to my "wardrobe".
She held out a pair of wrist cuffs that matched the collar. "These are like the collar and require a special tool to open."
I didn't reply, just held out my wrists for her to put them on. I studied them and saw that they were rounded and smooth, so unless I was pulled against them for a long time, they wouldn't even leave a bruise if she were to restrain me with them. Heat radiated through me at the thought. Aubrey then helped me into a long leather overcoat to cover my near nudity and we climbed into her car.
On the drive over to the party, I felt my nerves coming back. Aubrey calmed me with a hand on my thigh and I smiled gratefully at her. "It's ok, love. I'll take care of you tonight. I promise," she said soothingly as she drove.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said softly.
We pulled up in front of the huge house and I saw valets hurry out to meet us. One opened my door and offered a hand to help me from the car. I took it, but waited for my mistress to come collect me before moving away from the vehicle. She clipped a black leather leash to my collar and turned to the valet that had helped me from the car. "Please see that my bag is brought to the stage. I will need it later," she said in a voice full of the certainty that she would be obeyed.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, opening the door to retrieve the bag from the back seat.
Aubrey didn't give him another glance as she pulled me into the house. Once inside, a young woman stepped forward to take my coat. Aubrey barely glanced at her as she handed over the material. The girl's eyes widened when she saw me, but she quickly averted her eyes. I immediately felt self-conscious, but my mistress tugged on the leash again and I followed her deeper into the house. We weren't the first to arrive, and I noticed a lot of heads turning our way. I quickly forgot my embarrassment as I began to enjoy the attention. No one approached as I was led into a nearly full sitting room. Aubrey stopped before a woman who had obviously been holding court. She tugged down on my leash and I immediately knelt, lowering my eyes to the hardwood floor.
My mistress waited until we were noticed before saying, "Madam Fischer, thank you for the invitation. I am so pleased that I was able to attend."
"Mistress Bella, it's lovely to see you. Thank you for coming," the woman said in a husky voice. I could feel her eyes on me as she asked, "Is this the slave that I've heard so much about?"
"Yes, this is my Beca," Aubrey said with a chuckle.
"Well, perhaps you would be willing to give us a demonstration of her talents later," Madam Fischer said.
"Of course. My pet would be delighted," Aubrey replied. I was confused, hadn't Aubrey been hired to do a scene tonight? Why were they acting like it wasn't pre-arranged? I didn't have long to ponder this as Aubrey said, "Beca, kiss Madam Fischer's boot."
I didn't glance up or respond. Instead I leaned forward and began kissing the soft leather. I felt humiliated as Aubrey had only once ever done this to me, but I knew better than to cause a scene. After a moment, Madam Fischer stepped back.
"She is lovely. Thank you, Bella," she said.
"It is my pleasure," Aubrey replied, tugging on the leash to indicate I should stand. She pulled me away and once we were alone, she said, "I'm sorry, Beca. I forgot that you would have to do that. Madam Fischer is old school and requires all submissives to kiss her feet."
I met her worried eyes and offered a small smile. "It's alright, Bre. I didn't like it, but I understand."
Relief flooded her eyes. "Thank you, Beca," she said before leading me into another room. She took a wineglass from a passing waiter and after taking a sip, she offered one to me. I absently took a sip as I gazed around the room. Hanging from the ceiling on the opposite side of the room was a cage. Aubrey noticed my gaze land on it and she purred into my ear, "Would you like to be caged, my pet?"
I shuddered, instantly aroused. "Only if it pleases you, Mistress," I answered breathily.
Aubrey chuckled and led me further into the house. She stopped to chat with some of the dommes and I noticed that every one of them was leading around a submissive. Most were wearing collars with leashes, but I saw one male submissive being led by a harness surrounding his dick. I blushed, quickly looking away. At least I wasn't the most exposed submissive in attendance. Eventually, we made it out onto the patio overlooking an expansive garden. As I wondered what it must cost to keep it looking so perfect, I failed to notice who approached. But Stacie's laughter brought me back to my surroundings. Aubrey and I both turned to her at the same time.
"Wow, Bella, you really out did yourself this time," the brunette said with a grin, eyeing me with a smirk.
I blushed and looked down into Jesse's startled eyes. He was wearing Stacie's collar and a pair of black leather pants. I felt my blush deepen as I saw him take in my nearly naked body. In my embarrassment, I missed Aubrey's reply. But hearing my name, I turned away from Jesse to look back at Stacie.
"Beca, are you alright?" she asked and I realized that she was repeating herself.
I smiled, feeling my embarrassment fade slightly and said, "Yes, I'm fine."
Aubrey ran a hand down my back and I turned my smile to her. Stacie laughed again and said, "You really go all out. Thanks for the invite. I can't wait to see you guys perform."
Aubrey chuckled and turned back to Stacie. "We're scheduled to perform last, so you've got some time."
Stacie's face fell a little and she turned to Jesse, "Do you think you'll be able to handle it if we stay?"
Jesse gulped visibly, finally tearing his eyes from me to look up at his mistress. "Yes, Mistress," he said in a voice that wasn't certain at all.
Stacie turned back to us and leaned in to quietly say, "This is the first time we've gone out in public and he's a little overwhelmed."
I understood completely and smiled encouragingly at him. "It'll be alright, Jesse. Just follow Stacie's lead and you'll be ok," I told him.
He nodded, but asked, "Are you sure?"
Before I could respond, Aubrey jerked down on my leash and I knelt, looking up at her in confusion. She gave me a small nod, telling me to continue my conversation, before she turned back to Stacie. They began talking about inconsequential things and I knew she wanted me to help Jesse. I turned back to him and said, "Yeah, Jesse. I know it's a lot to take in, but Stacie'll take care of you. Just don't cause a scene."
Jesse looked away for a moment before turning back to me. In a voice low enough that I had to strain to hear him, he said, "I'm still not completely sure about all this. How do you do it?"
I sighed, "It's part of who I am Jesse. I crave it."
His eyes widened and he asked, "Really?" I nodded, but I could see that he didn't believe me. "You really crave being naked in front of a bunch of strangers?"
I glanced down at myself and blushed. "Not really, but I crave submitting to my mistress. She wanted me to wear this, so I am."
"Oh," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I never would have pictured you like this."
I laughed softly. "Me either."
After a moment, he said, "You're nearly naked, but I still don't think I've ever seen you this relaxed."
I shrugged, not having an answer for him. We fell into silence as our mistresses continued to talk. Eventually, they noticed that we had finished our conversation and Aubrey smiled down at me. "Are you ready for the hard part, love?" she asked.
I returned the smile and asked, "What's the hard part, Mistress?"
She smirked, "Marcus just arrived."
My face fell and I immediately felt panic threaten to overwhelm me. "Uh…" I managed to get out.
Aubrey immediately knelt and pulled me against her. "It's ok honey. I was just teasing, we can avoid him if you want," she said soothingly, stroking my back. I relaxed into her and the panic receded.
I took a deep breath of her familiar scent and said, "That's ok. I trust you, Mistress. We can go talk to him. He will notice me eventually."
She smiled, "Alright, come on, love." She stood and after a quick good-bye to Stacie, led me back into the house.
I saw the moment Marcus recognized us. His eyes went wide and he stopped talking mid-sentence as he took in our appearance. I flushed in embarrassment, but I kept my head up as we approached. I heard him excuse himself from the conversation he had been in and headed over to greet us.
"Bella, what a delight," he said, taking in my near nudity.
Aubrey laughed, "Hello, Marcus. Are you enjoying the view?"
I felt my blush grow deeper as he grinned and finally turned to look at my mistress. "Very much. But I have to admit that you've surprised me again. This isn't a look I expected to see on our favorite DJ," he said softly.
Aubrey smiled, reaching out to play idly with my collar. "I know, but she is indulging her mistress. Aren't you, my pet?" She said the last part to me.
I looked up into her loving eyes and smiled, "Yes, Mistress. I only want to please you."
She smiled at me for a moment before turning back to Marcus. He was watching us with obvious jealousy. "Damn it, Bella. How is it that every time you bring her out, she manages to surprise me?"
Aubrey chuckled and I answered with a smirk, "Just wait, sir. We have more surprises in store for later."
My mistress gripped my collar roughly and lowered her voice into a warning. "Beca…"
I dropped my eyes, "I'm sorry, Mistress."
She relaxed her hand and turned back to Marcus. "She is right though. The night is young and we have more surprises planned for later." I felt smug, but I was careful to keep the emotion off my face.
Marcus tensed and his voice was eager when he asked, "So you really are doing a scene later?"
Aubrey chuckled again, "Yes, it's time to share my pet's talents with the community."
"Excellent, maybe Alli here can learn a thing or two," Marcus said, pulling lightly on the leash he held. For the first time, I noticed that he had brought the sub Aubrey had borrowed on the night of his party. She looked up at me with a combination of awe and resentment in her eyes and I wondered what Marcus had said about me.
I didn't have time to puzzle it out, because Aubrey said, "Maybe. We'll see you around Marcus, we must mingle more."
"Of course, Bella. Enjoy yourself Miss Mitchell," he said before Aubrey pulled me to another part of the house.
By the time we were headed to the stage in one of the large sitting rooms, rumors had spread and the room was packed with people. Aubrey hadn't brought me into this room yet, and I felt my breath catch at the sight of the metal contraption sitting on the stage. I vaguely remembered it from my history classes and I turned wide eyes to my mistress. She smiled at me and said, "Yes, Beca. It is what you think it is. That is a pillory. I asked for it so that you could be restrained in such a way as to still be visible to the audience."
"Yes, Mistress," I said feeling nerves dance along my skin.
She smiled and pulled me up onto the stage. A hush fell over the crowd as my mistress unclipped my leash and set in on a waiting table. While she collected her bag of toys, I studied the pillory. It wasn't historically accurate from what I could remember. This one had a hole for my neck and wrists, each with a clip for the rings on my collar and wrist cuffs. It was made of thin metal pipes that wouldn't hide any part of my body. Behind the structure, there was a small padded stool that attached to two cuffs near the floor. It took me a moment but I realized that the stool was there to support the weight of my hips and the cuffs were for my ankles. I knew that once I was locked into this structure, I would be completely exposed to my mistress, and unable to move away at all. The thought caused arousal to race through me, turning my nerves into heated anticipation. I immediately began to wonder what my mistress would do to me once she had me helplessly locked into place.
I felt her step up behind me and my breath caught. She whispered, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, Mistress," I breathed.
"Good," was all she said as she gently ran a hand up my back in a comforting gesture. Then she gently moved me into position and locked my ankles in place. She had to adjust the height of the stool before I was able to comfortable rest my hips over it. Then she adjusted the rest of the pillory so that my neck could reach the appropriate hole comfortably. Once she had me completely secured, she softly asked, "Are you ok, Beca?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Good," she replied before turning to our audience. "Thank you all. I know you've all heard rumors about my new pet and I've decided to share her talents with you tonight. Please do not say anything until we are done."
I squirmed hearing the crowd's response to Aubrey speech, but when she turned back to me, I stilled, anticipation running though me. "Who do you belong you?" She asked softly enough that no one else could hear.
"I belong to you, Mistress Bella," I said, letting the truth sink in.
"Yes, my love, you do. Remember, I am doing this for both of our pleasures. Not for the audience. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling moisture pool between my thighs.
She didn't say anything else as she moved past me to the table with her bag, but as she moved, she ran her nails along my back and I shuddered. I could hear her chuckling lightly in response. I couldn't see what she was doing, and heat raced through me as I waited. After a long moment, I felt her move beside me. Then I felt the sting of the flogger fall onto my back. I gasped, jerking in my bonds. She didn't give me time to recover before the next blow landed. I relaxed as much as I could, accepting the flogging, knowing that she was only warming me up. As the blows landed more decisively, I forgot about the audience, focusing solely on what my mistress was doing. After several minutes, my mistress stopped and put the flogger down. She began to gently rub her hands over my slightly tender skin and I relaxed further into her touch, sighing happily. Gradually her hands wrapped around me in an almost hug and she began to caress my nipples, I moaned, arching as much as I was able into her touch. She chuckled lightly and pinched hard on my nipples. I groaned and she released me, moving away for a moment before returning to attach the weighted clamps to my erect nipples. I gasped as they immediately began to tug down on my breasts.
I heard soft murmuring from around the room and immediately remembered the audience. I tensed realizing that they must all have a perfect view of my exposed breasts being pulled down by the clamps. My mistress noticed and moved up and began to stroke me again. "You're mine," she hissed and I relaxed again, knowing it was true and that she would protect me.
Once I had relaxed, Aubrey moved back to her bag to collect her next toy. I heard a sharp whistle and yelped as the riding crop landed hard against my exposed ass. There were small titters of laughter from the crowd, but I quickly forgot them again as my mistress moved around me raining blows down over my exposed body. Each blow caused the clamps to swing lightly and it felt like they were pulling on my clit. I sank into the sensations, feeling myself further submit to my mistress' pleasures. I didn't fall into the trance yet, but I forgot everything but the sharp blows of Aubrey's affection and my own growing arousal. I whimpered when the crop stopped falling on my heated flesh and my mistress chuckled softly, easily reading my desires.
She moved away and when she returned, she positioned herself behind me. I wasn't sure what she would do, but I heard the audience's appreciative response to whatever she held. I didn't have long to wonder, before I felt cold metal against my anus. I tensed momentarily and Aubrey paused. "Who do you belong to, Beca?" she called out, loud enough to be heard by the entire room.
I relaxed, opening to her as I said, "I belong to you, Mistress Bella." It turned into a moan as she slid the plug into me. It was larger than I was used to and I nearly came from the sensation of it filling me.
"Good girl," Aubrey said, giving me a light slap of the ass and drawing laughter from the crowd. I whimpered, but she didn't respond. Instead she moved back to her bag to collect something else. It was a paddle and the first heavy blow against my ass was enough to send me over the edge.
"I'm yours, Bella!" I screamed as I shuddered out my release and I felt the trance wash over me.
"Yes, you are, my pet," my mistress said and I could hear the smile in her voice.
I smiled dreamily, and completely forgot where we were, all of my focus on my mistress as she began to paddle me in earnest. I could feel another distant orgasm begin to build, but I remained completely relaxed and open to my mistress' wishes. I don't know how many times she brought the paddle down, but I whimpered when she stopped. She stepped away from me and I could feel her eyes on me. For a moment, I floated in my blissful trance as I stayed attuned to my mistress.
"Come for me, my pet," she ordered, still standing several feet away from me. Instantly, the distant build of pleasure washed over me and I came again, moaning. Some part of me registered the shocked gasps from around the room, but my tranced mind ignored it, waiting for my mistress' next command. It came the moment the room quieted again. "Lift your head and let them see, Beca."
I looked up and smiled placidly at the people around me, not caring that they had all witnessed me come twice for my mistress. She had commanded it, and I had obeyed. I could see surprise, awe, jealousy and any number of other emotions on the faces of those around me, but I didn't care enough to pay attention. And then my mistress moved up beside me and released me from the pillory. When I could look at her again, I grinned to see the pride and pleasure in her eyes. As soon as my ankles were released, I knelt next to her and the room broke out in applause for my mistress. I smiled up at her and she gave my collar a small tug to draw me to my feet.
"You were perfect, love. Thank you," She said into my ear as she reattached my leash and led me from the stage. I smiled, content to float on the knowledge that I had pleased my mistress.
We were surrounded as soon as we stepped back onto the floor. I tried to kneel, but my mistress wrapped an arm around me, holding me to her. I smiled placidly at her and let the conversation flow around me. We eventually made it out of the room and my mistress pulled me to the side.
"Are you alright?" She asked, searching my eyes.
"Yes, Mistress," I said grinning at her.
She chuckled, "You're still deep in it, aren't you, love?" I shrugged, still smiling dreamily at her.
Before she could say anything else, Marcus approached. "Holy shit, Bella," he said by way of greeting.
My mistress laughed, "I told you we had more surprises in store, Marcus."
"I know, but I had no idea," he said chuckling. Then he turned to me and asked, "Are you alright, Beca?"
I smiled placidly at him and said, "Yes, sir."
His gaze sharpened for a moment before he turned back to my mistress. "Is she still in it?"
She beamed proudly at me and said, "Yes, she is." I smiled back at her.
Marcus spluttered, "But your scene ended like 20 minutes ago."
My mistress turned back to him, "I know. She'll stay this deep until either I bring her back out, or something happens to shock her out."
"Wow," was all he said.
My mistress chuckled again, "Marcus, she's the most natural submissive I've ever seen."
"I can see that. I'm just struggling to reconcile the DJ I know with this meek slave," he admitted.
I had remained silent as they discussed me, but his admission was able to filter through the fog enough to allow me to respond. "I'm still me, sir. But I belong to Aubrey. It brings her pleasure when I submit so completely."
Both dommes turned to me with startled looks, but I just smiled dreamily at them. My mistress chuckled, pulling me possessively to her. "Yes, love it does," she said before biting my neck. I moaned, melting into her and Marcus smiled.
"Well, I have to admit I'm jealous, but somehow, I get the feeling that even if I were a woman, she wouldn't submit like that to me.," he said sounding almost sad.
My mistress frowned at him, but I said, "I belong to Mistress Bella." They both smiled at me again, and Marcus left us.
"I love you, Beca," my mistress said when we were alone again.
I smiled, "I love you too, Mistress."
Before we could move on through the crowd, Stacie found us again. "Holy shit, you guys. That was some show." We both turned to her and smiled. "So, how much of that was pre-planned?" she asked conspiratorially.
My mistress laughed, "None of it. I brought a variety of toys to use, but Beca didn't know what to expect."
Stacie turned to me, "Is that true?"
"Yes, ma'am." I replied dreamily.
Her eyes widened in shock. "Oh my God, you're still trancing aren't you? It wasn't an act?"
"None of my pet's reaction were staged, Stacie," my mistress huffed.
Stacie's wide eyes turned back to my mistress. "How?"
"It's Beca," my mistress said with a shrug.
"You can really make her orgasm on command?" the brunette asked in disbelief.
"Yes."
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed.
My mistress pulled me more tightly against her and I relaxed into her, laying my head on her shoulder. "My Beca is a wonder, Stacie," she said possessively. I smiled dreamily at her before glancing down and noticing Jesse gaping up at me. My mistress followed my gaze and smirked, "Jealous, Jesse?"
He turned to her and blushed, "Yes."
Stacie chuckled, "Come on, my pet. I think it's time I took you home. We'll talk again later Aubrey."
My mistress smiled, "Of course." Once our friends had left, my mistress turned to me and said, "I believe I'll take you home too, love. Are you ready to say your good-byes to our hostess?"
I smiled placidly and said, "Whatever pleases you, Mistress."
She grinned and led me through the house. We found Madam Fischer in the same drawing room from earlier. She stopped her conversation as soon as she noticed us. "Ah, Bella, that was an amazing show you put on."
"Thank you," my mistress said, smiling.
Madam Fischer smiled down at me. "Your pet was incredible."
I smiled up at her from my kneeling position. "Thank you, Madam," I said dreamily.
Her eyebrows went up and she turned back to my mistress who nodded and said, "None of it was staged."
"Oh, my. Well you are a lucky woman. I've only been able to get my Carla to trance once, and we've been together for 15 years. Even then, she fell out of it almost immediately. How do you do it?" Madam Fischer's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.
My mistress chuckled, "My Beca is one of a kind."
Our hostess laughed, "I can see that. Well, thank you for the entertainment, Bella."
"You're welcome. It was our pleasure."
I leaned over and kiss Madam Fischer's boots again. When she stepped back I placidly smiled up at her and said, "Thank you for having us, Madam."
She smiled kindly down at me, "It was my pleasure, dear."
My mistress gave my leash a gentle tug and I stood. She led me out to the foyer where the same girl returned my coat to me. Once we were back in the car, my mistress turned to me and said, "Beca? Are you alright, love?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said immediately.
She smiled and said, "It's time to come back now, honey."
I blinked, and pushed away the fog. Once my thoughts were clear, I smiled. "Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome, love. I'm so proud of you."
I grinned, "So we put on a good show?"
Aubrey laughed, "You did all the work."
"That's not true, I just stood there, bent over while you played me like a piano," I said laughing.
She grinned, "Maybe, but now I'm going to take you home and let you make me scream." I gasped as heat immediately raced to my center. My inner muscles clenching around the plug still lodged inside me.
I had forgotten about it. As she drove away from the party, I asked, "Why did you leave the plug in?"
She shot a wicked grin at me, "Because it's made to be seen, and I was the only one who got to see it on stage."
I was confused, but I couldn't get her to explain why until later, after we had both screamed through several orgasms, when she finally removed the plug. She showed it to me and it had a large green glass gem on the outside. I blushed, realizing that everyone at the party had seen the butt jewelry my mistress had given me during our scene. Aubrey had only laughed and said, "You're only mad because I didn't tell you about it earlier."
I sighed, knowing she was right.