#emma!convo

Emma: I had a nightmare. Or a dream. I'm scared to go back to sleep.

Emma: Do you ever dream you killed him?

The vacation was definitely much needed. Her leg was doing a lot better, mostly healed, at least in that she could walk without an assistive device now, grateful when she was finally allowed to stop using them. The last thing she wanted was to have to deal with that on their trip. Alasdair had surprised Emma when he handed her the present, not having expected anything, but she appreciated it. When she saw the items, she looked at him with a raised brow, immediately taking it into the bathroom. Even though he knew what she was going to be wearing, she still wanted to sort of surprise him with it. Standing there, she felt some sense of comfort in it that couldn’t really be put into words. She loved the feel of the tail plug nestled between her cheeks, the soft fur grazing her bare thighs. She loved the pretty collar wrapped around her neck, making her feel all the more like his. There was a soft smile on her lips, as she exited the bathroom, standing there naked aside for the two items, doing a slow, small turn for him to see. “What do you think?” she signed, easing her body down to all fours, and crawled over to him. “You like it?” she signed once she got to his feet, stopping and kneeling there. 

Emma looked up at Brice, the words replaying in her mind. You boyfriend said you were up for this, that you’d be a good girl for me. Was he wrong? She was naked, wrists bound to the bed as Brice thrust into her harshly, not caring about her pleasure. In some ways, she didn’t mind that - her pleasure was Alas’, and if he wanted her to climax, he’d have told Brice it was ok. All she wanted was to be a good girl, and if that meant Alas sharing her with others, she’d accept it even if she didn’t like the situation. If he were there, she probably wouldn’t mind nearly as much, knowing she could look at him, make sure she was doing what he wanted, but he wasn’t. When Brice was finished, he got up, started getting dressed, paying her no mind. There wasn’t much she could do with her hands still bound, lying there, waiting for him to release her. The door pressed open, brows furrowed with clear confusion when Alasdair walked in, and Brice just froze like someone caught doing something wrong. Tugging her restraints, she tried to sign, to ask what was wrong, but couldn’t properly communicate without her hands freed.

Emma: Probably not until the morning... I kind of got locked in the library.

Emma had gotten up early that morning to make breakfast for her Master. He hadn't left long ago, though she felt rather tired. Idly, she wondered if he'd mind her going back to sleep for a little while. Instead of chancing it, though, she cleaned up the kitchen thoroughly. Looking at the chores, she checked off half of them before going to the couch, yawning. Curling up, she wrapped herself in a blanket, taking a short nap, setting her phone to wake her with lights and vibrations. 

Arising a little over an hour later, she stretched her small body before returning to finish her chores. It was something she enjoyed, knowing exactly what was expected of her, knowing how to please her Master. All she desired was to make him happy. Having a little time left over, she baked his favorite cookies/sweets, cleaning the kitchen once more. They were left neatly placed on a plate, the smell invading the kitchen, wafting through the living area. Noticing the time, the petite girl washed up. Holding a drink in hand for him, she knelt by the front door, waiting for him to arrive.

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After a long night out at some business party, the pair couldn’t wait to get home. There’d been soft touches, longing glances, little teases here and there, leaving when it was socially appropriate to make an exit. It felt like an eternity. Barely out of the vehicle, Alasdair picked her up, legs wrapping around him, lips meeting. They were both a little tipsy, the kind of feeling that made you smile, made you giddy and warm, craving affection and proximity from each other. Arms slipped around his neck as they kissed, stumbling his way up to the front door. Her back pressed into it, both distracted by the heat building, the need for one another. Getting the key in, they got inside, Alas kicking the door closed. Hands were quick to set her on the nearest table, unzipping her dress, Emma helping to remove it. She’d wanted to, at least, be naked under the dress, but he didn’t let her. The female had asked him to pick everything out, her mind in that submissive, pet-like state rather deeply enough before they even left. All she wanted was to give herself over to him, to let go of everything, always appreciating when he understood she needed it, needed him to have complete control. Tonight was like that, where she didn’t want to decide or think or process anything beyond his desires, his needs, to be Daddy’s good little pet. It was enough to make her feel heady. He took a step back, stripping her of her shoes, her bra, her panties, her garter, everything except the thigh high stockings. Eyes fixed on him, watching the way he looked at her for a good, long moment or two, watching the way hands started at her ankles, slowly trailing up her calves, her thighs. Strong fingers grasped her hips, pulling her body forward, into him, “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body,” he released her to sign the words. A heat and warmth filled her eyes, the clear desire for him etched upon her features, “Yes, Sir. I’m yours, completely, always,” lifting her back up, carrying her into the bedroom.