Roxx's Role

Roxie looked at her half-reflected image in the window of the bus, her eyes seemed bigger than normal, although that was possibly down to what she had experienced in the cafe Isla, and she had left a little while earlier. Isla had given her the choice of getting something to eat or going straight home, the twist being that no matter what she chose, Isla was going to make her climax surrounded by people.

As it was Roxie had taken what she thought to be the safe option of the cafe. They had sat on a bench seat while they ate a fairly pleasant meal that Isla had ordered. Steak, salad, and fries. Apparently, Isla had decided Roxie needed to eat far more protein to offset the calories she was burning as Isla's submissive. Taking into account she had lost track of the number of orgasms she had experienced during the course of the day she was inclined to agree. Of course, part way through the meal, Isla's hand had gone to work on Roxie's sensitive area, and she had needed to grasp the table with both hands as she was taken to the brink of climax before Isla backed off, letting Roxie catch her breath, before starting to tease her once more. Three times this happened before Isla finally took her over, leaving her with clenched teeth trying desperately to stay silent and not reveal to the other customers what she was experiencing.

When they had got on the bus to travel back to Roxie's flat, Roxie had relaxed a little. They were finally going to where Roxie would have available clothing and more importantly, she would be able to express her appreciation of anything Isla did to her without the fear of being overheard by people tucking into their chosen food.

Whilst Isla had allowed Roxie to wear her coat when leaving the cafe, mainly due to the large damp patch that was now a feature of the back of her dress, Roxie stiffened when Isla carefully suggested that she remove it before they took their seats on the bus. Feeling a little nervous, Roxie handed the coat over and quickly sat down next to the window then Isla snuggled up next to her, the coat draped across both their laps.

As the bus pulled away, Isla leaned in closer. "How long to our stop?"

Roxie thought for a moment. "About half an hour depending on traffic Miss Isla."

The green eyes flickered with mischief. "I wonder how many times I can edge you before we get there." She whispered as her hand slipped under the coat and tugged on the ruined hem of the dress.

"Oh fuck." Roxie gasped as she felt the material tear and the skin of her stomach touch the soft leather of the coat.

"Oops." Isla giggled impishly. "Best stay very still, little bear. We wouldn't want your coat to fall on the floor."

Roxie was sure Isla wouldn't deliberately expose her, but the words alone made her freeze in her seat. She could easily imagine Isla tormenting her by pulling the coat off her lap, which in turn was overly arousing.

Fingers probed her already aching clit, making her bite her bottom lip once more, her hands bunching into knuckles at her sides.

"Now then little bear." Isla whispered. "Time for you to choose a safe word."

Feeling Isla pinch her nub between thumb and finger, Roxie let out a strangled squeal, her mind unable to think about anything remotely sensible.

"I'll stop when you tell me." Isla informed her, pinching a little harder.

Spots of light danced in Roxie's vision as she tried not to scream her lungs out. Words tumbled through her head. In panic she said the first thing that made any sense. "Rainbow."

Immediately the pressure stopped, and Roxie breathed a sigh of relief as she looked around at some of the other passengers who had glanced her way at the sudden declaration of seeing a rainbow in a cloudless sky.

Isla giggle again as she caressed Roxie's very wet mound. "Good choice little bear. Shall we go over a few rules now?"

Fingers slipped inside Roxie's folds, gently teasing, and she nodded, not daring to open her mouth.

"Good, little bear." Isla smiled, betraying no outward sign of how she was tormenting Roxie. "Now I think from now on I get to choose if you will be allowed clothing at home, and when I do allow you clothing, what it will be."

The rule sounded safe and not unexciting, and just thinking of giving that control away made Roxie clench her pelvic floor.

"Oh, I felt that." Isla murmured. "Shall I take that as a yes?"

Roxie nodded in agreement as a finger ran over her G and her back arched in her seat.

"And in the home, you will have your nice leather collar on apart from when sleeping or washing."

The thought of wearing the collar she had chosen was enough to flick all Roxie's switches anyway, but when added to that Isla choose that moment to press her thumb into Roxie's clit, she nearly slid off the seat, the only thing that kept her upright was the feeling of the tortured dress exposing more of her body.

"Oh, look, little bear." Isla teased. "Nearly back to how you started the day."

The memories of what had happened earlier in the day hit Roxie as Isla rubbed her clit in slow steady circles and another pre climax rush kicked her body into overdrive and she moaned mutedly.

"Aww do you need to cum little bear?" Isla asked as she flicked her finger into Roxie's clit.

Giving a louder moan Roxie looked at Isla pleadingly, still not daring to open her mouth.

A naughty grin spread across Isla's lips as she took hold of Roxie's coat and held it up. "Cover yourself and I will trade. Climax for your dress." She murmured quietly.

Getting options and choices was rapidly becoming normal for Roxie and it didn't take a lot of thinking for her to take hold of the coat and drape it over her upper body, her hands gripping the collar.

"Good choice." Isla giggled as her hands quickly reached under the coat and grabbed hold of Roxie's already badly torn dress.

Roxie managed a small gasp as one second, she was wearing something, and the next Isla was stuffing the rag that had been a dress into the coat pocket.

"And once more you are at my mercy little bear." Isla whispered into her ear, fingers once more beginning to tease. "Anyone would think you want to be naked for me all the time."

The only reply Roxie could manage was a nervous giggle which was followed by another moan as her clit was flicked once more. The feeling of her skin on the seat of the bus surrounded by people was like throwing napalm in a bonfire and she relaxed her body a little allowing the climax inside her to build freely.

"Oh, it's nearly our stop, little bear." Isla said aloud then whispered. "I'm going to make you cum just before we stop. Then I'm going to get off the bus and your coat is coming with me. You can either put it on and walk off the bus while you cum or stay here naked while you climax."

Shock hit Roxie at the same time as the first wave of climax and her previously relaxed body went rigid as she bucked under Isla's touches.

The bus stopped and so did Isla's tortuous teasing.

"Cumming little bear?" Isla teased as she ran her tongue over her fingers, humming in pleasure.

With her entire body trembling and her climax still echoing Roxie scrambled to pull her coat on and follow Isla, wetness slickening her thighs as she staggered drunkenly off the bus. For a split second she thought she was going to lose her balance as she stepped on to the pavement, but Isla was waiting, taking hold of her arm and steadying her before she toppled.

"Careful little bear." Isla said once Roxie had her feet firmly under her, then added in a caring manner. "I'm not pushing you too hard, am I?"

Roxie grinned, touched by Isla's concern, but needing to reassure her. "I'm doing good, thank you Miss Isla. Although I could really do with a shower."

White teeth flashed happily. "Good, remember to tell me at the first sign of feeling out of the norm."

"You mean apart from wandering around nearly naked and having more orgasms in the last twenty-four hours than I have in the last six months?" Roxie couldn't help but giggle at the madness of the situation.

For a moment Isla pouted then unable to resist she also broke into fits of giggles.

"Shall we go to your flat then and you can get cleaned up whilst I choose what you wear to work." Isla suggested as she undid and rebuttoned Roxie's coat correctly.

There was a hint of a naughty smirk that made Roxie's core clench once more. She trusted that Isla wouldn't ask her to wear anything that would impede her job, but it was nice to fantasise about different things Isla could ask her to do while they walked the short distance to Roxie's flat.

"Here we are." Roxie announced as she pointed out the converted house where she lived. "I'm sorry it isn't as spacious as yours, but it's all I can afford right now."

A little frown furrowed Isla's brow. "Forgive me for asking Roxie, but why do you say it's all you can afford?"

Roxie gave a small sigh as she opened the door to her flat. "My parents both passed away without a will, and I am having to pay out a lot of money to the solicitors who are trying to sort out the legal side of things." She explained as she led Isla into her small but well-kept ground floor flat.

"Oh, I'm sorry babe." Isla replied, slipping her arms around Roxie and hugging her tightly.

The well of emotions that Roxie had kept hidden deep inside her, decided that was a good time to make a break for freedom, and Roxie felt the huge rush of buried grief tear up through her body, and although she wanted to suppress the hurt, finally being able to openly cry about it with someone broke the last of her defences. Holding on to Isla like her life depended on it, Roxie allowed the flood of emotions to come pouring out in an outburst that shook her board form. All the while she cried, Isla just held her, whispering softly that everything was going to be okay.

After the tears stopped, and the emotional release ebbed, and Roxie returned to something akin to normality, she loosened her hold on Isla and eased a few inches away. Isla also eased her hold and looked up at Roxie.

"I think you've needed to do that for a long time haven't you babe?" Isla asked softly, her eyes full of reflected pain.

Unable to trust her voice, Roxie settled for nodding mutely, wiping away the last of her tears with the palm of her hand.

"Right." Isla's voice took on a soft but commanding edge. "Firstly, you sit down." She gestured to the small but comfortable sofa. "Then I'm going to unlock your collar and you are going to go and have a nice long soak in the bath. But before you do that. I want you to give me all the paperwork you have from your solicitors. No offence Roxie, but they are stringing this out to milk an easy pay day out of you."

Still slightly numb from the emotional release, Roxie did exactly as she was told and sat on the sofa, allowing Isla to unlock the collar from around her neck, as it was removed, she swallowed instinctively. Immediately feeling a brief flare of panic as she missed the collar being around her neck. Roxie took a deep breath steadying herself and as quickly as it rose,the fear subsided as she realised the collar not only marked her as belonging to Isla, but also provided a sense of security. She managed a wan smile at Isla.

"How do you know they are stringing it out?" Roxie asked, her voice still husky from the earlier sobbing.

Isla reached out and gently brushed the final remains of dampness from Roxie's cheek. "Because something similar happened to me when I was in my teens." She explained quietly. "I was shunted from foster home to foster home until I came of age, then I had to fight to get what was mine by rights. I grew up very quickly and learned a lot at a very young age. A slight mistiness clouded Isla's eyes as she spoke, and Roxie just had to reach out and wrap her arms around the smaller woman. It felt strange to Roxie, ever since they had met Isla had been in charge, leading the way, in full control. Now stood in Roxie's flat, her larger frame enveloping her smaller Miss, Roxie felt a need from Isla as the smaller woman hugged Roxie, the need to be in someone's arms occasionally, the need to feel safe. Roxie felt a sense of completion as if the last missing part of their jigsaw had just fallen into place. Another unspoken bond created between them.

The embrace lasted a few minutes, then Roxie felt Isla give a very contented sigh. Taking that as a good sign, Roxie relaxed her hug a little, allowing Isla to pull away slightly.

"Right, little bear." Isla's normal playfully commanding tone returning. "Coat off, paperwork, bath. In that order. I will give my solicitor a quick ring, set your phone up and then help you pick out what you will be wearing to work."

A broad grin spread across Roxie's face as she unbuttoned her coat and handed it once more to Isla. The feeling of being naked in front of her was becoming second nature, even natural and it caused Roxie to giggle a little.

"Something amusing little bear?" Isla asked innocently, her own mouth forming a devilish smirk.

"I was just thinking how easy it feels to be naked around you Miss Isla." Roxie replied blushing slightly.

"Really?" Isla's smirk grew wider. "Well, I will just have to get more imaginative then, maybe add a few things that will make you feel a little more self-conscious."

The now all too familiar sensation of her stomach flipping and feeling a little lightheaded left Roxie wanting to press her thighs together in an effort to control her rising arousal.

"May I ask like what?" Roxie questioned slightly breathlessly.

A look of pleasure and satisfaction crossed Isla's face. "Oh, maybe a nice steel butt plug to start. Or how about me writing 'Isla's fountain' above your pussy in marker pen?"

Although Roxie had never experienced what it would feel like to have a plug inside her, her bottom cheeks clenched involuntary, and the thought of Isla writing things on her skin sent a thrill through her body like nothing she had known before. In her head she pictured herself clothed but with Isla's words written underneath them, with only them knowing they were there. She gave a small moan as the need to touch herself grew.

"See little bear." Isla giggled. "Don't ever get complacent, because I have a million ways to make you squirm and beg me to let you cum."

Feeling slightly heady Roxie managed a nervous laugh as she opened a drawer and withdrew a thick folder labelled 'solicitors' and handed it to Isla. "Everything is in here Miss Isla, thank you for helping."

Taking the file in one hand while letting her other hand playfully brush one of Roxie's already proud nipples, Isla smiled and sighed. "This is going to be a relationship like none you have known before little bear. Yes, you may be my big soft play toy, but we do things for each other without the need for anything other than because we want to. Now go and bathe."

"Yes Miss Isla." Roxie grinned happily as she moved towards the door, then yelped as Isla's hand slapped her bare behind as she passed.

"And stay in the bath until I come and say you can get out so I can make sure everything is ready." Isla instructed.

As Roxie entered the bathroom and began to run the water, she could still feel the echo of the spank, a sensation that filled her with a sense of anticipation and her head rapidly generated an image where she was bent over Isla's knee being spanked over and over. The thought made her flush and her body yearn for attention. Briefly her fingers sought the warm softness between her thighs, then forcefully withdrew remembering that she was forbidden from touching herself unless Isla permitted. Thinking of that fired off a chain reaction that made her clit scream to he touched.

"Fuck, I've gone from a nun to a nympho in less than a day." Roxie mused to herself giggling as she did.

Feeling extremely happy with how things in her life had taken a massive turn for the better, Roxie poured a generous amount of her favourite bath oil into the hot water, then slowly lowered herself into the tub. A bath was a luxury she rarely treated herself to but today, she felt that not only had she earned it, but Isla had also instructed her to have one. And that made her feel completely guilt free for indulging herself.

The warm water embraced her, the scented oil relaxed her and within minutes she felt her body she'd the last of the tension she had been unconsciously holding on to for too long. Roxie allowed her eyes to close, and she slipped into a comfortable doze.

Roxie dreamt. She was standing in the middle of the dance floor at the Rainbow club, people all around her were dancing, but she could hear no music playing. Isla walked through the crowds wearing a fitted black leather corset that pushed her breasts upwards to form a very nice deep cleavage. As well as the corset Isla was wearing a pair of very short shorts also in black leather and a pair of mid-thigh black leather boots. As she approached, she grew in stature while Roxie seemed to shrink, enforcing the dominance of Isla.

"You really want to cum don't you little bear?" The dream Isla asked seductively.

As the words were spoken Roxie felt a tremendous need to climax, stronger than any she had experienced before.

"Yes, please Miss Isla, I really need to cum."

"Good." Dream Isla replied. "Well, you know the rules. Only cum when you're naked. Strip for me and I may let you cum."

Feeling a little self-conscious that she was at work and surrounded by people Roxie hesitated, but the urge to climax grew in intensity until she thought she would explode if she didn't find immediate release. Slowly she undressed, passing each item of clothing to Isla as she did so.

When she was naked Isla pressed the thick black leather collar into her hands. "Now put this on, little bear."

Roxie dutifully fastened the collar around her neck remembering the feeling it gave her, one of total submission.

"Good girl." The dream Isla told her patting the top of her head as she clipped a thick steel chain to the collar. "Now walk with me."

Roxie felt a tug on the chain, and she took a step forwards, realising that somehow in the dream her hands were now fastened behind her back and her ankles were hobbled by a short chain.

"Miss Isla." Roxie asked of the dream Isla. "Did you put these chains on me?"

The dream Isla half turned, laughing with glee. "No little bear, you did that. It must be what your subconscious wants you to be like."

The chain tugged once more and Roxie looked up to see they were now outside the club, standing in front of the crowd of people queuing to get in. She opened her mouth to say something only to find there was now a gag filling her mouth and she could only mumble as the dream Isla locked the chain to a lamppost.

"There you go little bear." Dream Isla grinned. "Exactly how you want to be. Now you may cum."

Before Roxie could say or do anything she felt a climax stronger than anything she had experienced before erupting from deep inside her, making her scream and moan into the gag, her body bent nearly double as it overwhelmed her senses.

Roxie opened her eyes as her body trembled in the bath water, the aftershocks of her climax echoing in her muscles.

"Looks like someone was having a good dream." Isla's voice giggled.

The bath water had cooled a little, but it wasn't enough to stop Roxie from blushing furiously, the images of her highly erotic dream still fresh in her memory. Isla was sitting on the side of the bath, smiling from ear to ear. For a brief moment, Roxie covered herself, forgetting that she had spent the best part of the day naked in front of the amused woman, who had obviously witnessed her having a climax while asleep. She gave a small nervous laugh.