Roxx's Role
Chapter 4
"So, tell me more about this dream you had."
Roxie froze part way through placing her clothes in her personal locker. The memory of the very erotic dream came back to her mind very easily.
The two of them were the only ones left in the club. All the customers had left, as had the staff. Roxie had volunteered to lock up, to allow Lizzy to leave early, which was more so that she would be sure there wasn't any interruption whilst preparing to leave dressed exactly Isla wanted her to be. Which in truth wasn't really dressed at all. Just her boots, her collar, and her coat. And of course, the fluffy rabbit tail plug that seemed to tickle her behind every time she moved. Isla had been very gentle inserting it as it was the first time Roxie had ever used one, and it was a little odd feeling the pressure inside her but not uncomfortable. Now she was standing in her very small office wearing just the collar and the plug with Isla's writing across her pelvic mound in indelible ink.
"I was on the dancefloor, there were people all around me, then you walked toward me and asked me to undress. Then you asked me to put my collar on and clipped a leash to it, then you led me outside and I had a massive climax." Roxie told Isla feeling her face warm as she did so.
"That's pretty hot." Isla giggled at Roxie's obvious embarrassment. "Was there anything else?"
Licking her suddenly dry lips, Roxie coughed. If she didn't know better, she would swear Isla could read her mind. "You were dressed very sexily."
"Oh, I like that little bear, tell me what I was wearing so I know how you want me to dress." Isla's eyes shouldered as she looked longingly at Roxie.
Briefly Roxie described the clothing Isla had been dressed in during the adventurous dream.
"Well, that sounds very achievable." Isla commented as she nodded at the description. "Was there anything else you wanted to tell me?"
"I had my hands cuffed behind my back, chains hobbling my legs and a gag in my mouth." The words flew from Roxie's mouth before she knew she was saying them, and a surge of arousal flooded her body making her want to touch herself.
"Oh, you are getting into this in a big way, aren't you little bear." Isla purred softly. "Makes me wish I had a leash for you."
"I may know where there is one." Once more Roxie bit her lip as she spoke. She wasn't sure why she had told Isla that she knew where a leash would be, but the thought of having one clipped to her collar sent more shock waves through her body.
Raising her eyebrows, Isla grinned. "Well then, now is as good a time as any for you to show me, don't you think?
Feeling very warm Roxie reached for her coat that was draped over the back of Isla's chair.
"I think we can leave that there for a while little bear. After all, it's only the two of us here." Isla ran her fingers down the back of Roxie's thigh as she spoke. "Unless you really want to wear it."
Shuddering as the playful touch, Roxie spent a few seconds considering the thought, then withdrew her hand, leaving the coat behind, and opened the door.
Every step made Roxie's arousal climb a little higher. The slightest sound made her imagine there was someone else in the building about to witness her state of undress. Adrenaline charged through her body magnifying every sensation a hundredfold.
"How turned on are you right now little bear?" Isla asked as she pinched Roxie's behind.
Roxie gave a small yelp then covered her mouth in fear that an imagined person would have heard her. "More than I was in the shop Miss Isla." She whispered.
"And when did you last climax?" Isla's breath as she spoke caused the hairs on Roxie's neck to stand on end.
"When I was tied to the bed Miss Isla." Roxie replied, trying to calculate the number of hours in her foggy brain.
"Hmmm. Nearly ten hours. I bet you're bursting, aren't you little bear."
The words were punctuated by another pinch on the behind followed by a twist of the plug.
"Fuck yes Miss Isla. I was desperate before the shift started." Roxie's voice wavered as the levels of her desperation climbed a little higher.
"And we're about to walk across the dance floor where you had that really yummy dream." Isla's voice had a teasing tone to it. "But you are not going to cum yet. You're going to wait until I allow you to cum."
Roxie felt a tremor run from her pulsing sex, spreading to every part of her body. Consciously she forced her hands into fists at her sides, determined not to touch herself. "Yes Miss Isla." She agreed. "I won't cum until you allow it."
"Good little bear." Isla giggled then spanked Roxie's behind with a slap that echoed through the empty building.
Gritting her teeth as the spank had the twofold result of jangling her nerves even more while the slight sting brought forwards a mental image of being spanked by her auburn-haired tormentor, whilst being helpless to resist. Breathing slowly to try and gain a small amount of control over her runaway body, Roxie pushed open the door that led out to the main bar and dancefloor.
Somehow Roxie managed to lead Isla across the room without exploding into climax. With each step replaying the dream over and over, Roxie breathed a sigh of relief when they entered the corridor towards the front door. The erotic dream memory took one last lunge against Roxie's mental defences as the image of her being led through the doors and on to the street beyond, threatened to tip her past the ability to control her need to bring herself off, as she stopped by the door to the security room.
"Oo are we here?" Isla asked eagerly. "It's a good job the doors are closed, anyone passing would be able to see my little bear and just how submissive she is for me."
Giving a nervous laugh Roxie opened the door and stepped inside what was little more than a large cupboard. There were several monitors set to one side, currently all dark, as Roxie had remotely shut the cctv system off as soon as everyone had left, and the doors were locked. On the wall nearest the door was a metal locker slightly taller than Isla with a key already in the lock.
"It should be in there." Roxie informed Isla, her voice quivering with the effort to keep her body under control.
"I have to ask." Isla questioned as she opened the locker door. "Why have a leash here?"
Thankful to be talking about something fairly mundane, Roxie breathed out and licked her lips once more. "We had a night guard when we first opened and a guard dog. The handler used to keep spares in here just in case."
"Lucky you." Isla giggled once more, holding up the leash. "And why are there several lengths of chain and padlocks?"
Roxie's stomach jumped at the question. She had forgotten they had been left in the locker. "Erm, we had them to secure the doors in the event of a break in. It happened a lot back then." She stammered.
Standing on her tiptoes Isla gently kissed Roxie on the lips before whispering. "How would you like it if I borrowed a few lengths?"
"Will I be allowed to cum if I said I would like it Miss Isla?" Roxie asked, her body trembling.
"How about I promise to make you have a climax as intense as the one in your dream?" Isla whispered once more, running her fingers across Roxie's stomach, temptingly close to the mound that was begging for attention.
Pressing her hands against her thighs, Roxie felt her insides hit the melting point. A spike of fear laced the mix of chemicals pumping around her system as she imagined Isla tying her to the lamppost outside the club.
"I am sure the head of security wouldn't mind if you did." Roxie managed to splutter, lost in a daze of fantasy.
A wide toothy grin split Isla's face as she clipped the leash on to Roxie's collar. "I promise to be really gentle with you." She whispered as she tugged on the leash, urging Roxie to take a step forward.
"Maybe I should take you to the bar and chain you to it, so when I'm working, I have something to play with." Isla whispered as she licked her lips hungrily.
The words sparked within Roxie as the thought danced through her head making her swoon. A slight tug on the leash pulled her back to reality as Isla gently led her out of the small office and back the way they had come.
"Or how about one of the dancing poles?" Isla suggested, referring to the couple of poles on the stage that professional dancers used on very busy nights. "I could chain you to one of those and let you dance for me. Who knows, if you get me hot enough, I may unchain you before the club opens again."
A fantasy of Roxie chained to one of the poles, desperately trying to please Isla before crowds of people witnessed her body gyrating for her mistress's pleasure, played through the amusement park Roxie's mind had become.
"You are so torn, aren't you?" Isla asked softly as they moved back into the bar and dancefloor. "You are scared about the outcome but yearn to be made to do it."
Swallowing nervously, Roxie nodded, not trusting her voice to speak in case she blurted out that she would find it very arousing.
"Well as much as I would love to see it and love to please you, that isn't going to happen unless I could make sure it was totally safe for you to do so." Fingers traced the shape of Roxie's breasts as Isla spoke. "This is how dominance should be. A cruel dominant would force you to do things like that even if you didn't want to. And slowly you would begin to enjoy it until you were addicted. That is how you break a submissive. In truth, the dominant's main role is to ensure that you get to do the things you want to, but don't do so at your own peril. And I want you to enjoy everything about this journey. I want you to have the most intense climaxes because of what I have done for you."
A small bloom of something that wasn't arousal blossomed in Roxie's heart. She had never considered being close to being exposed or dominated by someone would be such a big turn on, and now she was aware it would be easy for her to get herself into trouble. It was not something she was used to having someone around her that actually cared for her that deeply. Someone who ticked every box that needed ticking, even if she didn't know those boxes existed a few days before.
"Miss Isla." Roxie finally managed to murmur. "I very much look forward to experiencing everything at your hands."
