Emily Earns Her Collar Ch 02

"Honey, I'm homeeee" Emily's sweet voice rang through the apartment as she swung open the door.

"Oh, thank God." Andreas exhausted voice perked up a little at her girlfriend's voice. "Present yourself. Now."

"Fuck, okay." Emily turned red as she got down on her knees, hands behind her, looking lovingly up at her girlfriend.

Andrea stood directly in front of her submissive as she grabbed the long end of the silver slip chain necklace Emily had concealed inside her shirt. She gave it a slight tug, causing the blonde to lose her balance slightly before recovering.

"W-What can I do for you mistress?" Emily's face grew hot with desire.

"I've been thinking... this isn't really practical as collar, is it? Sure at home it's great for pulling you around, but when we're out, and you have to tuck it into your shirt... it just looks like you're wearing a regular necklace, and I want people to know I own you."

Emily's breath shuddered as Andrea slid the slip chain off her neck.

"Close your eyes, pet." Emily happily obliged, and Andrea headed into the room, retrieving a small black box. She opened it, revealing a studded black leather collar with an o-ring in the front for a leash to attach to. "Open them."

Emily gasped. "Mistress it's beautiful! Looks sturdy too." She winked, and stuck her chin up slightly.

"Oh, baby... you're so cute." She set the collar down on the coffee table and lightly wrapped her hand around Emily's throat. "That collar... is for a good girl. You... have been nothing short of bratty since the first time I put that chain on you."

Emily opened her mouth to protest, but immediately silenced herself.

"Exactly." Andrea smirked. "So I have a proposition..." She reached into her pocket with her free hand, pulling out a far less elaborate black velvet choker. "This is going to be your new collar. If you prove that you can be a good... OBEDIENT" her hand squeezed Emily's throat a bit, causing her to gasp. "submissive... you'll have proved to me that you've earned the right to wear that collar. If not, I think you just might have to admit a collar isn't for you. Deal?"

"Deal!" Emily blushed. "I can go without bratting EASILY!"

"If you say so." Andrea wrapped the velvet around Emily's neck, securing the hook two links away from the tightest it could go. "Is that too tight?"

Emily shook her head. "No mistress."

"Good." She gripped Emily's hair in her hand and pulled her up, making the blonde squeal. "Be a good girl and go draw me a bath, will you?"

"Yes, mistress." She trotted into their bathroom, adding everything she knew Andrea loves for her bath; soap for bubbles, epsom salts to let her muscles relax, and a nice scented candle burning beside the tub. She flipped off the lights, letting the dull glow of the flame set a romantic and sensual mood, then searched her phone for a playlist to further improve the mood. "This is going to be so easy." She turned around and saw Andrea in the bedroom, completely stripped down, her small but perky breasts calling out for Emily's attention. She smiled and trotted over to her girlfriend, reaching her hands out only to have them swatted away.

"Uh-uh... did I give you permission?" Andrea gave Emily a stern look. "Now let's get you undressed." She reached forward, raising Emily's shirt over her head, tossing it to the side before pausing. "You dirty whore..." Emily bit her lip and blushed. "Did you not wear a bra to work today?"

Emily shook her head and shivered as she felt Andrea pinch her nipples slightly. "No mistress..."

"Well we really need to clean you off then... you filthy little slut." She reached behind and grabbed a fistful of Emily's hair, dragging her to the bathroom and causing her to whimper loudly. "I bet you just loved the attention it got you, didn't you?" Andrea grabbed the waistband of her skirt and the top of her panties, pulling them down together in one smooth motion, letting them pool at Emily's feet. "Get in the tub, slut."

"Yes, mistress." She stepped into the warm water, lowering herself into a seated position. Andrea stepped into the tub after Emily, remaining standing.

"Wash my body... start on my back, work your way forward, then down."

Emily stood up and lathered soap between her hands, starting to massage it into Andrea's back. Soft moans escaped Andrea's lips as Emily worked to relax the knots paining her body, then turned her attention to her front side. She massaged Andrea's tender chest, teasing closer and closer to her nipples. She took one of the soft buds in her right hand, slipping her left hand between her legs. Emily gasped as she begun working herself over, attempting, but failing, to keep quiet.

"What do you think you're doing, princess?" Emily froze as Andrea's voice rang cold and sharp through the steamy bathroom. "Did you ask if you could do that?"

Emily shook her head. "I'm sorry, mistress."

Andrea turned to face Emily. "It's okay sweetheart... Don't you worry... I'm going to make you learn your lesson tonight." She reached down and pulled Emily's fingers away from her needy pussy. Emily cried out in desperation but made no move against her mistress. "You're not coming for the rest of the night now... am I understood?"

Emily's face fell. "Yes, mistress." She resumed her work caring for Andrea's tender body, kneading her arms before dropping to her knees and massaging her legs. She began rinsing off Andrea's body, before returning to her submissive position with her hands behind her back and her eyes on the gorgeous dark-haired woman in front of her.

"Stand up, you adorable slut."

"Yes mistress." Emily shakily stood up and Andrea began returning the favor to her, massaging her back before sliding her hands to her front, gently kneading Emily's chest before taking one of Emily's nipples between her fingers, teasing it softly. Emily gasped loudly.

"Shhhhh... control yourself and take it like a good girl... no touching yourself..." she rinsed off Emily's chest and took her tender nipple in her mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with her tongue.

"M... Mistress..." she blushed hard, fighting the urge to ask Andrea for permission to touch herself. She already knew the answer would be no, and she'd be mocked for asking.

Andrea dropped to her knees, gently rubbing them with soap and massaging her tired legs before rinsing them off, and kissing her way from Emily's ankle, up her leg, ending at her labia, spreading the soft lips and planting a gentle kiss on Emily's clit. Andrea smiled as the gorgeous blonde shuddered at the sensations and gripped her head for stability. "Alrighty, sweetheart. Towel off and start on dinner."

Emily sighed dramatically as she reached for one of the towels hanging up beside the tub. "Yes, mistress."

***

After dinner the two girls snuggled up on the couch to watch a movie Andrea had picked out. Emily beamed as she saw the table laid out with popcorn, licorice, and her favorite movie candies. She reached for the box but her hand was met by Andrea's pushing it gently away.

"We're gonna play a little game, cutie. I will give you pieces of candy when and if you deserve it." Andrea gently brushed her fingers through Emily's hair and smirked. Not once in their three years of dating had Emily been able to sit on the couch without attempting to sexualize the encounter, and that was without Andrea going out of her way to tease the girl like she had planned.

"Yes mistress." Emily snuggled deep into Andrea's side. Her hair being played with was one of her biggest weaknesses, second only to it being forcibly pulled. Suddenly, Andrea's hand drifted down from her hair to her back, then traveling her side down to her leg, cascading to her inner thigh. Emily's legs instinctively opened slightly and she whimpered softly as Andrea's pinky grazed the lace of her panties covering her pussy, and she could feel how damp they were.

"God, Ems did you not dry off fully or is that just from how much of a slut you are?"

Emily bit her lip, her breathing feeling heavier in her chest. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and smiled softly. "I guess I must've forgotten to dry that area off before putting these on, mistress... I'm sorry."

Andrea's jaw dropped slightly. "Good girl!" She leaned forward, grabbing a piece of licorice and sticking it in Emily's mouth. "I'm honestly impressed, sweetheart." She swung her arm around Emily, letting her hand rest on her shoulder.

Emily chewed contentedly on the licorice. "I told you I was going to be good at this!" She focused her attention on the movie, ignoring the growing dampness between her legs caused by Andrea's dominance.

"Hey sweetheart, can you turn the ac up just a bit? I'm getting a little hot."

"Yes mistress!" Emily stood up, trotting over to the ac. Andrea quickly threw off her pajamas while Emily was distracted, revealing a royal blue lace lingerie set. "All done mistr-" Emily's jaw fell and her eyes went wide.

"Silly me, I think I was just hot because I was wearing those silly pajamas. This is so much more breathable." She patted the couch beside her, her eyes fully on the movie.

A realization clicked in her head as Emily immediately dropped down to her knees on the floor beside Andrea. "How can I serve you, mistress?" Her voice a quiet but clear whisper as not to talk over the movie, her face was burning red, and her eyes taken over with a subservient hunger Andrea had never seen on the girl before.

Andrea looked her over amused and confused at the same time. "Where did this come from?" She paused the movie, and leaned over Emily, her chest level with Emily's eyes.

Despite the temptation, Emily stayed completely in line, looking up at her girlfriend. "I dunno, mistress..." she bit her lip. "I just want to serve you. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all..." Andrea's voice tinged with desire of her own. "Massage me, baby."

"Yes mistress." Emily disappeared into the bedroom before quickly returning with a bottle of massage oil, pouring some into her hands and kneading it gently into Andrea's calves. She moaned softly as Emily worked her skilled hands across her body, kneading every knotted muscle, scratching every itch, and rubbing every sore spot she came across. Emily focused intensely on controlling her fingers as she worked her way up and down Andrea's body. She bit her lip as she noticed Andrea's breathing getting heavier, her eyes burning with the same level of desire as her own.

Andrea snapped her fingers and pointed at the doorway to their room. "Bedroom. Now."

"Yes, Mistress!" Andrea stood, but held back a second to admire the bouncing of Emily's perky ass as she trotted into the room before lying on the bed.

"Because of your sudden obedience... I'm willing to drop your punishment from earlier, and let you cum." Emily's eyes perked up and her mouth parted slightly as Andrea knelt at the side of the bed, reaching under and shuffling through their box filled with various toys and sex games. She smirked, grabbing a pink and blue swirled double ended dildo, along with a small tube of warming lube. "On one condition..." She brought the toy into Emily's view, and grinned as her face went beet red. "You cum at the same time as me. Not a second earlier."

"Oh, god yes!" Emily groaned. "I won't let you down, mistress."

"Oh, I know you won't baby." Andrea squeezed the lube generously on each end of the toy, then a small amount on her fingers, parting her lips and rubbing it around the area of her wet opening, then doing the same to Emily's already soaking pussy. Emily whimpered as the gel began to warm her entry for the toy Andrea was now centering on her opening, teasing her pussy a little with it before pressing it inside her enough for her to grip it, then centering herself on the other end and pressing it into her. Andrea started a grinding rhythm that Emily followed. Emily reached one hand to Andrea's chest, holding her steady with her other.

"F-fuck, Mistress." Emily groaned as she bucked her hips in time to music only she and Andrea could hear.

"That's it baby..." Andrea controlled her voice, keeping it firm and low despite the occasional moans and gasps. "Such a good little sex toy."

Emily groaned. "God it really is, mistress."

Andrea giggled as she intensified the pace. "Not that toy, silly... you."

Emily let out an unintelligible moan, and began throwing herself into her thrusts harder.

"C-careful sweetheart... we wouldn't want you to..." Andrea's voice grew softer as she let her moans take control.

"I-I won't, baby! N-not until y-you." She thrust herself hard, pushing until she could feel Andrea's stickiness meeting her own, send a shockwave through Andrea's body.

"F- FUCK EMILY!" Andrea threw her head back, no longer thrusting the toy into herself, instead grinding on her girlfriend's slick pussy. The usual sensations seemingly doubling their pleasure on account of the thick toy filling the both of them. "E-EMILY!"

"OH GOD MISTRESS!"

"I-I THINK I'M GONNA-" Andrea's eyes flooded with desperation.

"C-CUM?" Emily's eyes widened, matching Andrea's desperation.

Andrea silently nodded,and reached for her girlfriend's hand. Emily gripped it firmly and the two simultaneously erupted into each other, letting out a symphony of moans and whimpers and whines. Andrea took a moment to steady herself before sliding herself off the toy and giggling lightly. "God, you cum like a bitch."

Emily bit her lip as she slid the toy out of herself before snuggling into Andrea. "I cum like YOUR bitch."

"That you do..." Andrea got up, grabbing the leather studded collar she left in the living room, before returning to the bedroom. "and every good bitch... deserves a pretty little collar."

Emily blushed. "Y-you mean..? I..."

Andrea smirked. "Yes, baby... you earned it."