"You're nervous, hm?" Layla asked with a sympathetic smile.
"You aren't?" Emma asked anxiously.
Tara and Carmen had invited them to the BDSM club and Emma had agreed enthusiastically. However, now that she had to face the reality of actually going, she was not so sure anymore.
"I have been to clubs and parties like that before. We won't do anything you feel uncomfortable with, I promise. And if it's all too much, we can always go to a private room," Layla said with a soothing voice, softly stroking Emma's hair.
Emma leaned into the touch. She loved how Layla could comfort her. With the dark-haired woman by her side, she felt like the strongest woman on earth. She kissed Layla's cheek, along her jawline to her lips, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Layla smiled into the kiss, enjoying it for some time before softly pushing Emma back. The blonde woman pouted.
"We have to get dressed or do you want to keep your friends waiting? I'd bet Tara has no problem spanking you", Layla grinned turning to the closet.
"Oh will she be the Domme tonight? I really cannot imagine Carmen as a sub" Emma wondered.
It was one thing to have a bossy best friend, another to see her as a sexual being. They mutually agreed that they could not really imagine having sex with each other. Nevertheless, the thought of playing with one another was intriguing and they had a long talk this morning about how it would become a pleasurable evening for the four of them without any awkward moments.
"No, Carmen, but Tara still outranks you," Layla teased and took a box from the top shelf.
"Three against one? Oh I err totally forgot, there is this really important thing at work, I need to do tonight and I think I can't come," Emma took a step back, but could not help to smile.
"Kneel," Layla said sharply, turning back around.
Emma did not think twice and dropped to her knees on the spot. Layla smiled contently and looked down at her girlfriend. The last three months had been beautiful with one another. Layla felt so in love and felt as if they were a match in every way.
"It's not three against one. It's four for an amazing night. After all, you are mine and mine only. Nobody gets too touch you without my permission" Layla explained softly.
She opened the box, showing Emma a leather collar with an emerald set in the front. It matched Layla's eye colour perfectly and Emma thought it was beautiful. Layla had wanted to show Emma just how much she loved her. The blond woman should know who she belonged to and how proud Layla was to show the world, or at least the other guests in the club.
"You will wear this tonight, so everybody knows who you belong to," Layla said getting it out of the box, but waiting for Emma to show her consent.
Emma smiled happily, she knew how protected the collar would make her feel. She had wanted something like this for weeks, but she was too shy to ask Layla. Emma lifted her hair, bowing her head slightly. Layla put the collar around the blonde woman's neck, fastening it in the back.
"Thank you, Miss Frye" Emma whispered smiling up at her girlfriend.
"You're welcome", Layla returned the smiled and bent down to kiss Emma: "It suits you perfectly. Now what will we be wearing?"
"You should just be naked" Emma smirked.
"Careful or I'll have you be naked all evening" Layla threatened with a grin.
She picked out a tight black dress for herself, matching high-heels, because she knew how they turned Emma on. For Emma she picked silken lingerie. They had agreed beforehand that Emma was not ready to show herself naked publicly.
She watched as Emma struggled to put on her outfit. Seeing her nervously shaking hands, Layla knew something was the matter.
"Do you want to go over everything one more time?" Layla asked and cupped Emma's cheek.
"I do as you say and everything will be fine?"
"I mean, yes, sure. More importantly though, I want you to tell me if you feel uncomfortable with anything. I know you sometimes struggle to articulate your feelings with words, so I'd suggest you use your fingers. Thumbs up equals green, to the side means slow down or check in and if you put it down, we stop right away."
"Yes, okay."
"We don't have to go if you changed your mind. I won't be upset and neither will Tara nor Carmen."
"No, I want to do this. With you, with them. I am just nervous I might do something wrong", Emma explained.
"There is nothing you could do wrong, besides not obeying me" Layla chuckled: "Joke aside. You know how to behave and as long as you are not disrespectful with anyone there, you can't do anything wrong. If you misbehave, I will punish you of course."
Emma grinned: "And we wouldn't want that of course."
"Don't try me, or I might come up with a punishment you don't enjoy", Layla threatened.
"Like what?" Emma smirked.
Layla just raised one eyebrow and smacked her lips, leaving it to Emma's own imagination. Then she patted her butt lightly.
"Now finish up, darling. We really have to hurry now." Layla said with a glance to the clock.
They arrived only five minutes too late at the club. Emma was unbearably nervous and fidgeting with her fingers, so Layla took her hand and tried to calm her down.
"Just remember: we can always leave," Layla whispered and Emma nodded.
Carmen and Tara were waiting for them in front of the club. They hugged each other.
"Are you alright?" Tara asked and looked at Emma.
"Yes, just a bit nervous."
"Trust me you will love it, here! But I was the same, when I first came here. Remember Carmen?"
"Yes, she wanted me to turn the car around like three times, but once we were here, she did not want to leave anymore", Carmen told them.
"Well, if you can do it, I can do it", Emma said grinning.
They always used to say this when they were about to do dumb shit as teenagers.
"Then let's head inside", Layla said softly smiling.
A woman, wearing a see-through shirt, a short skirt and a collar greeted Carmen and Tara friendly, taking their coats. Emma looked astonished at her best friend who was wearing nothing but a thong.
"I see you brought some new people", she said with a smile.
"Yes, Layla and Emma. It's their first time here, but we hope not their last", Carmen introduced the couple.
"I sure hope so, too. It's always nice to see some new faces. My name is Lynn. I am one of the club slaves. Always at your service. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask", the woman said, now also taking Layla's and Emma's coat.
"Is our private room ready?" Carmen asked.
The woman nodded and handed her a key, before saying: "We prepared everything the way you requested it, but if anything is missing, you know where to find me."
"Thank you, Lynn!"
She wished them a pleasant evening and Carmen led them into a dimly lit room.
It looked almost like a regular bar. There were tables, sofas, even a stage. Music was playing in the background, a bar tender was mixing drinks and waitresses were walking around.
Then again, the servers were only wearing collars. There were subs kneeling next to the tables and sofas, while their mistresses were enjoying their drinks talking to each other. Emma looked around wide-eyed, trying to take it all in.
They followed Carmen to a sofa in the corner. Tara dropped to her knees immediately, while Layla and Carmen sat on the couch. Emma was still busy scanning her surroundings until Layla cleared her throat. She raised her eyebrows at Emma, who quickly knelt next to her girlfriend.
"We can show you our private room later. Regulars can rent them in advance, but there are many for guests. You can even stay overnight. It's nice if you don't want to go home right after a session and you can even store some things there, but they also provide any toy you can imagine" Carmen explained.
"Impressive. I sure like the fact that there is only women here" Layla smiled.
Emma eyed her best friend who had her head slightly bowed and was looking to the ground. Always the perfect, good girl, Emma thought to herself with a grin. Tara was always the one with the good grades, who did not drink too much and never even tried any drugs. Emma hated being compared to her when they were kids. Luckily, it did not do any harm to their friendship, because Tara faced similar problems with her own mother, who always wanted her to be more like Emma.
"I wouldn't have thought that there are so many lesbians in town who are into BDSM," Emma now joined the conversation.
All three women looked at her. Emma blushed. Layla had explained the rules to her before and she really wanted to be on her best behaviour. She had just forgotten.
"Did I give you permission to talk?" Layla asked sternly.
"No, but..." Emma looked at her guiltily.
She wanted to explain herself, but Layla interrupted her.
"Shut it or I'll gag you" Layla hissed.
Emma quickly swallowed her response, looking over to Tara who could barely hide a grin. She blushed even more and her eyes wandered to Layla, who smiled at her reassuringly. It was a small mistake and she did not want Emma to beat herself up about it.
"Tara! Drinks!" Carmen ordered.
She had also noticed the amusement in her sub's face. Tara stood up, looking expectantly at Layla.
"I'll have a long island ice-tea," Layla said and Emma wondered if she would also get to drink something, before Layla continued: "And water for Emma."
"Yes, Miss Frye", Tara said politely, walking over to the bar.
"Tara is well trained. Maybe I should sent Emma over for a couple of weeks" Layla joked.
"That's just her military training. And trust me, she can be a brat" Carmen chuckled.
Tara returned with the drinks, handing Carmen her cocktail first, then Layla her drink and lastly she put a bowl of water in front of Emma. Emma looked up at her in disbelief and Tara giggled.
"What's the matter?" Carmen asked looking between Emma and Tara.
"Emma is not used to drinking out of bowls," Layla explained with a serious face.
"Did you know that?" Carmen asked sternly looking to Tara who kneeled back down next to her.
"She might have mentioned it" Tara shrugged with a smirk.
Carmen grabbed Tara' hair pulling it back, forcing her to look up.
