It had been a month since the night Emma and I had spiced up our sex life and things were going well to say the least.
Variations of what happened had now turned into the only way we had sex, sometimes I'd spend more time licking her pussy, sometimes she just wanted me at her feet. Sometimes she let me cum when we fucked, other times it was just edging, and what became more and more frequent was my dick didn't get any attention at all.
We also added other things into the mix. Like Emma making me eat her ass, or her edging me and getting me to give her an orgasm or 3 as a thank you. She would spontaneously put me on my knees or make me strip, just to remind me of how submissive I am. I still came up with ideas, but as the Domme she would decide and she even came up with ideas of her own. For example I had told her that I'd like to be bound so a pair of handcuffs joined us in the bedroom, she had gotten an 8 inch dildo which she would sometimes fuck herself with while I worshipped her feet and watched.
Emma even took on the role of Domme in non sexual situations too, like cuddling me to her chest or getting me to massage her after a long day at work. She looked after me though, each night I would be pulled in to cuddle with my face between her boobs, sometimes she would get me to suck her nipples as I drifted off to sleep. Oh and the head pats, those were something else and they would always send a tingle all the way down my body.
We also toyed with nicknames for each other. I would call her Mommy, Miss (Mistress was too formal, she told me when I tried), Goddess, but we settled with her being My Queen, Emma liked that. She also experimented with names for me, Pet, Baby, Slut, Whore, but we settled on Slave, it fit the Queen-slave dynamic and I would always fall into subspace whenever she called me it.
Any way, last week I noticed a package come through addressed to Emma, so out of being a decent person I did not question them. However last night I found out what they were.
She had ordered me to clean up thoroughly and prepare, something that usually took me 30 minutes, enough time for her to liberate her packages from wherever she had hidden them. I heard rummaging as I got out of the shower and dried off, getting ready to enter our bedroom.
"Come on in, slave." She invited me.
I blushed. "Yes, my Queen." I replied as I entered the room naked. My face heated up even more when I felt her eyes on me, gazing up and down at my small frame.
I looked up and saw her stood in front of me, she was wearing heeled boots which caused he to tower over me. Her legs were in fishnet tights and onn her crotch was a harness with a 7 inch black dildo hanging down, was she going to fuck me with that? I kept moving my eyes up after shuddering, she wore a black leather corset which really showed her cleavage. I had to look up to look into her eyes, she looked down on me with a smirk on her face. I could feel myself starting to get hard.
"Do you like what I got, slave?" My Queen asked me.