NaNo chpts 12 &13

12
The next evening Ben stopped by after work and they talked some more, not about the friend situation- Though that was briefly addressed, but about the past baggage that contributed to their reaction over the issue.
Emily learned that Ben's ex wife had been a raging control freak who manipulated Ben to get her way, lied constantly, and was ultimately unfaithful. He had worries about that pattern repeating itself in a new relationship. Emily told Ben about her ex and the translator, and how infidelity and betrayal were her biggest concerns in a new relationship, especially when the trust was so brand new and all you really had to go on was the person's word that they were trust-worthy.
It was a difficult conversation to have, perhaps even harder than the one they had last night, but it helped to clear the air between them.
When it was done they sat in awkward silence, not quite knowing what to say to each other. Finally, Emily bridged the gulf between them by reaching across the dogs, who had planted themselves in the middle of the couch as self-appointed moderators, to take hold of Ben's hand and give it a squeeze.
"OK?" she asked.
"Getting there." Ben responded, offering a small smile.
"So, I feel kinda funny asking, but did you still want to go up north after everything that's happened? I just need to know because of the whole finding a dog-sitter thing." Emily said, using her free hand to gesture to the furballs.
"Yeah, of course. I invited you, I'm not going to rescind the invitation. If you still want to go, I was thinking about heading up there tomorrow night after work and coming back some time Sunday. Would that work for you?"
"I need to call my mom first just to make sure because I didn't get back to her after the first time I asked so her plans might have changed, but probably. I'll do that now... But I warn you, she likes to talk so it might take a while."
"I'm in no rush." Ben stated. Then he grinned, "My parents said I didn't have to be home until midnight."
"Ooo, curfew. What happens if you break it?" Emily asked as she dialed her phone.
Ben looked very sad, "They won't let me use the car for prom." He said, pouting.
So Emily was laughing as he mom picked up. After it was determined that the dogs did have a dog-sitter and that the plan could progress as planned, the awkward silence only broken briefly by Ben's joke, returned.
"Sooo..." ben started, "what do you want to do now?"
"We could have sex." Emily said, and Ben looked shocked. "Well, we did kind of have our first fight, so I guess now we ought to make up."
Getting over his surprise, Ben nodded, " I suppose that is the way things are supposed to go, but let's just do it this once. It's not a process I care to repeat."
"Agreed." Emily said. "I don't like fighting, even if it does lead to make-up sex."
In the bedroom the undressed each other slowly, a little tentative because of the recent argument and past relationship revelations, but that passed as they focused less on their mutual feelings of discomfort and more on their bodies and the feelings that their touches were providing.
"Have I mentioned how much I like looking at you?" Emily asked Ben once he was fully undressed.
"I don't think so," he replied, pulling the hair tie out of her hair so that it would spill over her shoulders and down her back, "What about me do you like looking at?"
Touching his eyebrows, nose, cheekbones and lips with her fingers she said, "I like looking at your face. I like the arch of your eyebrows and the line of your nose. I like those razor sharp cheekbones, and the curve of your bottom lip."
She ran her hands down his chest and up around to his back. "I like how soft your skin is, the paleness of it that almost glows in the dark. I like the trail of fur that runs from here," she touched a place a few inches above his belly button, and ran her finger downwards until it encountered his cock, nestled in the soft, sparse bush of his pubic hair, "to here." she continued.
"I like the long graceful lines of your body, the breadth of your shoulders, the sweep of your back. I like the sweet, perfect curve of your bum." using both hands she cupped the afore mentioned bum and gave it a squeeze. She smiled, "So nommy."
Kneeling, she carried on listing what she liked, "I like your legs too." Emily said as she ran her hands down their length.
"Is there anything else you like?" Ben asked, and she knew what he wanted her to say.
"Your hair's all right too."
Ben laughed. "That's not what I meant!" he said.
"You have pretty eyes?" Emily asked, and then squeaked in alarm as Ben reached down to tickle her ribs. She pushed backwards with her feet, but he captured a foot before it could get out of range and tickled that as well. Breathless, Emily managed, "Your ears are kind of cute!" and Ben pounced, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the floor, where she squirmed under him.
"What else, Emily?" he asked, using his pelvis to pin hers down and subdue the wiggling.
"Mmm... I like your cock." she whispered as that part of his anatomy made its presence felt against her thigh.
"You do, don't you?" he asked, shifting his hips so that the tip rested lightly against her labia, just barely between them.
"I do." she confirmed, and he bent down to kiss her. Unable to move much Emily wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to sheath himself in her, but he refused.
"How much do you like my cock?" he questioned, and then bent his head to nibble along her neck, shifting his hips a little more so that the cock in question burrowed forward a tiny bit further.
"A lot. I like it a lot." She gasped as he bit down on the place where her shoulder and neck met.
"And do you want it?"
"I want it." she agreed, squirming more to make it clear how much she wanted it, and him.
"What do you want?" he asked, refusing to cooperate, but continuing to assault her senses with his mouth.
She tried pulling her wrists from his grasp so that she could grab his bottom to pull him closer, but his grip was too strong, giving up she whispered, "I want your cock."
So he gave it to her, driving himself deep inside her, causing Emily to whimper at the sensations that movement caused. He pulled back and drove forward once more, burying himself so deeply that his mons ground against her clit. She squirmed to create more friction.
Pleased with himself he growled, "Tell me you like that." he said, grinding himself hard against her as she made small noises beneath him.
"I like that," she gasped, "do it again. Please."
He did, harder and faster, driving then both towards their impending orgasms. as Emily writhed beneath him, he sped up his movements, abandoning any sense of control until he felt her muscles spasm around his cock, quickly pulling out, he braced himself above her body with one hand while the other directed his cock so that the hot jism fell on her heaving breasts.
Spent, he allowed himself to collapse beside Emily on the floor. He saw her head rise slightly before it fell back down. "Not quite a pearl necklace." she said, lazily.
"Ha." He scoffed. "It is, I'm just not a cheap ass, it's a long pearl necklace." They both giggled and suddenly, things felt right and natural again. The drama of the past 24 hours put aside. Not forgotten, not yet, but relegated to some dark, distant corner of the relationship closet where it eventually would be forgotten.
Picking up her tee shirt, Emily wiped off her chest and asked, "Do you want to stay over?"
"Yeah." Said Ben, then he cursed.
"Hmm?"
"I just remembered that I need to buy something dressy to wear." he groaned. "I hate shopping."
Emily snorted, "Why should you hate shopping? You can wear anything with that body of yours. Anything you put on would look nice."
"I can go pick you out something." Emily offered, "otherwise you're not going to have time unless you want to go shopping before the wedding."
"Thanks." Ben responded, pulling her upright so they could crawl into bed. "In case I get up before you do, I'll write down what sizes I wear, and what brand those shoes were. I'm going to miss those shoes."
Saturday, and Emily was perched on the end of the very rumpled hotel bed, rolling her eyes as Ben preened in front of the mirror.
"I didn't know a suit could look this good on me." he said, tugging at the lapels, and lifting the tails to admire the way the pants faltered his bottom.
"You just want me to look at your ass." Emily huffed, twitching her foot. "And your last suit looked just as nice as this one." This one being a charcoal grey suit of much the same cut as the last one she'd remembered him wearing.
"No. I'm sure this one is nicer. And I really like this shirt," he said, removing the suit coat to admire the slim-fitting pale blue striped shirt with a coordinating tie.
"Don't forget to mention the socks. They're sooo important to the outfit." She said, examining her nails.
"Do you have a thing for my ankles?" Ben asked.
Emily looked up, "Not the last time I checked."
"Then the socks can go hang. You ready?"
"As I'll ever be." She said, standing up and grabbing her dressy wool jacket. Ben helped her shrug into it, and she grabbed her purse and stuffed her feet into her high heels.
Shrugging into his own jacket Ben asked, "Did I tell you that you look really nice?"
Emily looked down at her dark blue taffeta wrap dress. "No, you didn't, and thanks."
"I like your hair curly." he continued, grabbing a curl and pulling it so it would "boing" back.
"Don't get used to it. It took me four hours with hot rollers in to get it to do this, and it's going to fall as soon as the wind touches it... I don't know why I bothered."
"Awww," Ben joked as they left the room, "You're trying to impress me."
"I'll impress you with my shoe if you don't cut it out, damn man."
He laughed. Damn man.
The wedding, well, it was a wedding. The ceremony was incredibly long, the priest gave a weird speech on how it was a wife's job to obey her husband and even his family, the groom's mother was wearing something that suspiciously looked a lot like a wedding dress (and was fancier than the bride's own gown), and somebody near-by had a screaming infant that they wouldn't take out of the church. And because it was a Catholic wedding there was a lot of standing-kneeling-sitting that left Emily feeling a little awkward.
The reception was nice though, held at City Opera House, and Emily found herself mentally looking for the best picture opportunities- Opportunities that she noticed the hired photographer missed. She drank too much, dance with Ben not nearly enough, and suffered though multiple introductions and hugs from strangers. Ben's family was pleasant (it wasn't his side that was sporting the renegade wedding dress) and friendly. Though most families were on first introduction.
It wasn't until you planned to marry their son that they turned on you, like feral cats.
Pleasantly tipsy they returned to their hotel room after the festivities, caroming down the hallway and bumping against walls, giggling like fiends.
Pulling off his tie once they were in the room Ben queried, "Play?"
Emily nodded, solemnly, because solemn seemed the appropriate response, and Ben laughed, which made her laugh. "I was trying to invest the situation with the appropriate gravity." Emily said, thumping Ben's shoulder as he pulled her close.
"I forgot, the No Fun In BDSM Rule." Ben responded, lowering his head to take Emily's lower lip between his teeth. "My bad."
"You obviously failed to graduate Dom school." She replied, kicking off her shoes and turning her back so that Ben could unzip her dress. Slithering out of it she turned and watched as he began to take off his suit.
"Wait." she said, before he could shrug out of his jacket. Pulling the jacket back on, he stood waiting until Emily dropped to her knees before him. She unbuckled his belt, undid his fly, and pulled his boxers down just far enough that she could free his cock. He made a very satisfying noise as she drew it into her mouth, and paid homage to it with her lips and tongue.
Feeling excited herself, she admitted that there was something incredibly sexy about being mostly naked while giving a man in a sharp suit a blow job. Just thinking about it was enough to get her juices going, and she felt moisture gather in the crevice between her legs.
"Em?" Ben asked, and she looked up, "Um... can I take a picture?"
"Of the top of my head?" she asked, confused.
"No." he said and motioned for her to look behind her. Reflected in the mirror her pale skin glowed in the dim light of the hotel room, starkly contrasted by the dark hair hanging down her back and the really good black lace underwear she'd bought for this trip, including garter belt and stockings. On her knees, ben towered over her, still fully dressed in his suit, one hand resting on her head. Seeing that image was a turn on and she could understand why Ben would want a picture.
"All right. But you have to send it to me, and promise on Skippy's furry head that you will never ever reveal it to anybody else."
"I promise." he said, and reached to grab his phone. As she returned to his cock, she heard the shutter sound the phone made when it took a picture, and another. When he was finished playing photographer, he allowed her to continue for a few more minutes before pulling away.
Retreating to his bag he grabbed something from it and returned. "Pull down the cups of your bra." He said, and she did, tucking the fabric under her breasts, making them rise even higher on her chest. Bending down he tweaked each nipple, rolled them between his fingers, and gently pulled on them to make them stand proud and firm. She saw then that he had the little set of clamps in his other hand, and as he let the jaws of the first clamp close on her left nipple she hissed through her teeth.
"Too much?" he asked, concerned. Emily shook her head. It was painful, but not the bad sort of pain. Like a good pinch that kept going. She hissed again, lightly, when he applied the other clamp, and once more when he hooked a finger under the chain that connected both clamps and used it to signal her to stand.
He pulled her towards the bed, and walking beside it, led her into the middle. "On all fours." he commanded, and she gasped a little as the dangling chain swung back and forth, gently tugging on her trapped nipples. Ben climbed onto the bed behind her, she head a foil packet rip, and then he entered her from behind.
Gathering her hair into one hand and placing the other on her hip, he began thrusting, and Emily in turn thrust herself against him, the motion swinging the little chain faster and increasing the pinching, tugging, pleasantly painful sensations. Gasping and moaning, they collided into each other with increasing force until finally Ben released her hair, wrapped a hand around her throat, and leaned over her shoulder.
"Kiss me for the Cock that's inside you" he growled into her ear, and she did. The words and action triggering her orgasm. Ben groaned into the side of her neck and she felt his release as he pumped a few last times before resting his weight on her back.
"You're amazing, Em." he whispered into her hair before pulling himself upright and off the bed. He helped her to her feet and then asked, "Would you mind getting some ice? I saw a machine at the other end of the hall."
"Sure." Emily responded with a smile, and then she moved to remove the little clamps. Ben stilled her hands.
"When you come back." he decreed with an evil grin, and then he tossed her one of the big fluffy robes that the hotel provided for its guests. Emily squawked in protest, but he just shoo'd her out of the room with the lined ice bucked and a swat on the ass.
Blushing furiously, and glad that most decent people would be asleep by now, she hurried down the hallway and then slowed as her movement caused her trapped nipples to rub against the robe in a very disconcerting fashion. Crossing one arm over her chest to pin everything down she got the ice into the bucket and headed back to the room. Thankful to have not encountered any of the hotel's other guests, she banged on the door and growled at Ben when he opened it.
"Will you let me in already?" she asked, anxious about getting caught, even though there was nothing to see.
"I thought you wanted those off?" ben questioned, gesturing to her chest.
"Not out here!" she hissed, and he laughed, standing aside so she could sweep past him into the room.
"Admit it, you enjoyed the possibility of being 'caught' doing something a little naughty." Ben said as he removed the clamps and Emily sucked in her breath as the blood rushed in.
"Maybe," she growled, "but you could have at least asked first. You're a bad, bad man!"
"And you like me bad." he replied, growling into her neck and tipping them onto the bed.
13
The next morning as Emily took one last look around the hotel room to make sure that they weren't forgetting anything, Ben grabbed her from behind in a hug and whispered, "Care to make the ride home more interesting?"
Spinning in his embrace to face him she asked, "Interesting how?"
Giving her a lavascious look, or what he thought was a lavascious look, he backed away and pulled two toys from his luggage. The first toy he held up was the vibrating remote controlled egg, the next was the butt plug (a name she thought was pretty stupid, by the way). "I was thinking," he said, "of a little wager."
"A wager you say? I don't know that I'm much of a gambler." Emily responded, leaning against the dresser. "What are the stakes?"
"If I win, I want a day of perfect, text-book subly behavior. No back-talk, you rush to cater to my every whim, and probably wear something sexy while doing it."
"And I get...?" Emily prompted, amused and a little intrigued.
"What do you want?" Ben asked.
"Hmm... What do I want?" Emily pretended to ponder for a few seconds, furrowing her brow as if in deep thought, and tapping a finger pensively against her chin. Then, she grinned evilly. "If I win, you have to bathe both the dogs, blow dry them, brush them, and clean up the mess."
"That's it?" Ben asked, bewildered. "No demands for expensive dinners out, no flowers, chocolates, and other assorted forms of tribute? Just washing the dogs?"
Emily nodded in confirmation. "They stink and I don't want to take them to the groomers." When Ben accepted her wager, she asked, "So what would the bet be?"
"You have to make it home without coming," he waved the toys about to illustrate what the stimuli would be, " and if you make it half way, I get to add something to the mix. Something you don't know about. If you chicken out, that counts as a win for me, too." He said ominously, sounding as if that was going to be an insurmountable task.
"Done." She said, and then giggled when he looked surprised.
"Really?" Ben asked.
"Sure, what else do we have to do for the next three hours? Play the alphabet game?" Emily said.
"OK." He replied, still sounding like he couldn't believe that she'd agreed. "So I guess you should lift that skirt and bend over."
She did, resting her elbows on the dresser and watching Ben in the mirror. Pushing aside the crotch of her boy-cut panties (he'd relented on the no undies rule while it was below freezing outside) he dangled the vibrating egg toy so she could get a good look at it in the mirror before her, and then slowly inserted the ovid object into her vagina. Pulling the little travel-sized container of lube out of his pocket he carefully spread some on the plug, also in her view, before positioning it against her anus.
Pushing gently, but firmly, Ben slowly worked the plug into her ass. She made a little noise as it forced its way past the little ring of muscle at the opening and continued, pushing the muscle further and further open as it advanced. Just as it became almost painful, the widest part of the toy passed the ring of muscle and her sphincter clamped down around the relatively smaller part of the plug. Ben pushed on the flared base, making sure that it was fully seated, and then adjusted her panties to their original position.
When he stepped back, after admiring the view, Emily straightened and smoothed down her skirt. She gasped a bit as both of the toys shifted with her movement, and tried to accustom herself to the unfamiliar fullness.
Looking smug, and entirely too pleased with himself, Ben asked, "Ready to go?" When Emily responded affirmatively, he gathered up their bags and preceded her to the door, courteously holding it open. Emily took one step, squeaked as the toys firmly lodged within her moved, and paused.
"What if they fall out?" she asked, thinking of the alarming possibility for the first time, and all to easily imagined the stares and titters that event would elicit if it were to happen in the hotel's lobby.
"Then they fall out." Ben said, positively oozing smugness." Better hope they don't."
Swallowing, Emily gingerly set one foot in front of the other and walked past Ben and out the door, trying to keep her thighs together as much as possible. Slightly relieved when this tactic seemed effective she headed towards the elevator and discovered a draw back to her plan. Pressing her legs together might keep the toys from making an unwelcome appearance, but it also had the effect of increasing her awareness of them.
Once inside the elevator she was able to stand still, a break that gave her time to compose herself, but as soon as they stepped out and Emily was fairly certain she could survive the trip to the car without embarrassing herself, the egg-shaped vibrator buzzed to life.
"Eep!" she gasped, startled. Shooting Ben a dirty look she minced across the lobby floor as quickly as she could, certain that everybody there could hear her buzzing pussy. Walking beside her, Ben put the remote controlled toy through its paces, varying the intensity of the vibration, and the patterns. When one particular pattern and intensity caused Emily to issue a low gasp he chuckled.
Feeling her breath come faster and her pulse quicken, Emily was relieved to make the trip to the car with her dignity mostly intact. And then she sat down.
Ben noticed as she shifted in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position that resulted in the least stimulation from the hidden toys, and he grinned. He was looking forward to driving the bumpy, pothole riddled Michigan roads for the first time in his life.
At the first series of bumps though, Emily was cursing the road conditions. Every time the car drove over lump, bump, or pothole she bounced, and the bouncing pressed the plug deeper into her agitating the egg. If it was the egg by itself she could have ignored it with relative ease, but the two together were working in tandem to excite her despite her determination to not be excited.
She was also trying to anticipate when the egg would suddenly spring to life, but Ben triggered it on and off so randomly that all she did was wear herself out. By the time they reached the half-way point, the Linwood Road exit just north of Bay City, she was a frazzled ball of frustrated energy. For the first time in her life she wished she was a smoker so she'd at least have something to do to distract herself from her pink parts.
Stopping at the end of the deserted off ramp, Ben reached into his pocked and pulled out a sliver bullet- A go-to cheap toy for clitoral stimulation.
"That's cheating!" Emily protested, eying the silver lozenge-shaped toy.
"Nope. You agreed that if you made it this far I could add something to the mix. It's not my fault that you didn't think to ask what that something was, or to limit what the something could be." he said, dangling the new toy in front of her by the wire that connected it to its power source and controller.
When Emily groaned, certain she'd lost the bet, he grinned triumphantly. "Now be a good sport and lift up your skirt." He said. After she looked around for approaching cars and innocent bystanders, she did, and Ben slipped the bullet into her undies making sure it was nestled snugly between her labia, firm against her clit. Dropping her skirt she growled at him, and he returned the car to the highway.
Then she waited.
They passed Bay City and Saginaw and she wondered if ben had remembered to put batteries in the silver bullet. The other toy was working, he was still triggering the on/off button randomly, but the vibration that would send her over the edge hadn't come. She began to relax a little, confident that she could survive the rest of the trip without orgasming, looking forward to the idea of clean smelling dogs and the horrible-awful fur/tub/soap/water mess that she wouldn't have to deal with.
Then, just as Ben left the highway at her exit, the bullet roared to life with no warning. It went from laying there quietly minding its own business to buzzing as hard as its tiny motor and Energizer would allow. As Ben drove through Linden, Emily squirmed, gritted her teeth, and struggled against the sensations that were coursing through her. The world beyond the car receded to a blur and Emily stared through the windshield unseeing while the three toys broke down her resistance and she felt herself begin to ride the wave of her impending orgasm.
The wave grew higher and higher, tension mounting, senses overwhelmed, until it crested and Emily moaned as her body finally gave her release. Gasping for breath she managed to squeak out, "For fuck's sake, turn it off, you won."
As Ben crowed about his victory, Emily only permitted herself a few eye-rolls and put-upon sighs. She didn't want to be a sore loser, even though Ben had definitely cheated.
Emily's mom had left by the time they returned, she'd only spent the night with the dogs, and Emily was very grateful not to have to face her mother with a crotch full of kinky sex toys. She greeted the dogs, who were acting like they hadn't seen people in five years instead of five hours, and picked up a note her mom had left informing Emily that she might want to check for wild critters around the house as the dogs had gone wild barking at something Saturday night.
Then, with a good deal of relief she minced to the bathroom to remove and clean the well-used toys. That task accomplished she returned to the living room where Ben was encouraging rowdy dog behavior.
"So... About that bet?" She began.
"That bet that I won?" Ben asked, gloating just a bit.
"Yeah. That one," she said, without inflection, "when were you thinking of collecting on that bet that you won?"
"Tuesday. If you're not going to be busy that day." he answered. "I should put in an appearance at home, and I still have some stuff to sort out with the insurance people. I should call my agent tomorrow, and I really need to look for another place."
Emily nodded, indicating that plan would work for her, "Are you going to let me know what this 'Day Of Perfect Subby Behavior" consists of, or do I get to guess?" she asked, sitting down on the couch, and then shifting as her abused parts protested that move.
"I'll think something up tonight and email it to you." he replied with is best "I am an evil man and you have much to fear" look. A look that was ruined when Skippy decided that he loved his dad so much he needed to express that love with a vigorous leg humping. "Damn dog." Ben said, sighing with exasperated affection at Skippy, then he continued, "I should get going now. Things to do, people to see."
Once Ben left, Emily spent the rest of the day finishing up her editing work from last week, fielded a few email inquiries about her availability and pricing, and then devoted the remainder of the day to catching up on her favorite shows.
The next morning when she woke and looked out the window she groaned. The forecasted snowstorm, that was only supposed to dust her area with two inches, had instead dumped six inches of the fluffy white stuff. After she got ready for work she discovered that 23 was a nasty snarl of wrecks and unintentional off road vehicles, something that was quite annoying as it snowed in Michigan every single winter (and about 6 months out of the year), and yet people still seemed to forget how to drive on bad roads.
When the car warmed up she decided to avoid the highway and take old 23, the road that ran mostly parallel to new 23. She was a few miles past White Lake Road, tooling along at a prudent thirty-five miles per hour, when a strange knocking noise started. Cocking her head, Emily was trying to locate the source of the noise when the left side of her car just fell.
Startled, she slammed on the brakes, while a horrid grinding noise came from beneath the car, and what was obviously her car's tire bounced across the road, ran into the fence along the highway, and fell over. Shocked, she sat gripping the steering wheel for a long moment before stepping outside the car.
The car was resting on its rotor, she could see the path that had been gouged out of the pavement behind her, and the bumper had some pretty nasty scratches on it. There was also some damage to the fender from the wheel hitting it as it came off the car. As she pulled her phone from her pocket to call a tow truck, she glanced at the busy highway to her left and began shaking.
If the roads hadn't been bad she would have been driving at 70 miles an hour when the wheel came off. Instead of a shocking, "well this sucks" mess, she could have been involved in a serious accident or her tire could have hit someone and they could have been hurt. Realizing how lucky she'd been thanks to the weather she cursed earlier, she offered up a little "thanks" to whatever benevolent deity might be watching over her, and completed her call to a near-by tow service.
Eventually finding herself standing beside her wounded car in a service bay she listened as the mechanic rattled off a mile-long list of things that would need replacing. She was only half paying attention, relying on the guy to do what was needed and she'd just fork over her credit card, when he said, "Strange thing, the lugs on your passenger front are loose too. Did you have the tires changed or rotated right before this happened?"
"What? No... Not since summer, and then they didn't even touch the front tires." she frowned. "Is that unusual?"
"Not if you'd just had it into the shop," he shrugged, wiping his hands on a towel to remove some grease, "they forget to tighten the lugs every once in a while... But a tire doesn't just fall off and what with the other lugs being loose? It's a bit odd."
"Do you think someone tampered with my car?" she asked, shocked by the idea. Emily had no enemies that she knew of and the idea of someone purposefully trying to cause her harm was so foreign a concept that she was having a hard time grasping it.
"Could be." said the mechanic. "Might want to file a police report just in case, and it might help if your insurance will cover any of the damage."
Emily nodded and as the mechanic went off to do whatever esoteric things mechanics did when they weren't poking around at your car, she dialed nine-one-one to have an officer dispatched... Something that because of the roads and the accidents took the better part of the morning. Her tire and an accident report were pretty low on their list of priorities.
Still feeling shaken after the report was filed and her car returned to running order Emily decided to head home. There was nothing pressing at the store, and she could do whatever business needed doing from home. She really just wanted to be safe in her home, with her dog and her temporary dog, maybe under a blanket with a mug of real hot cocoa.
At home, cocoa in hand and dogs firmly entrenched on either side of her, Emily turned on her laptop and noticed that Ben had sent her an email. Hoping to take her mind of her bad luck (sabotage?) she opened it, wondering what he had in mind for his ill-gotten gains.
To: Emily Taylor
From: Ben Roth
Subject: I WON!!!
Emily snorted at the subject line and continued reading-
I, Ben the WINNER, here-by decree that the Day Of Perfect Subby Behavior shall begin promptly at 8am (eight in the morning). The perfect subbie, here-after abbreviated to PS for ease of typing and laziness, shall awake feeling refreshed, perky, and chipper, willing and even eager to see to any and all things her Dominant (that's me) should desire from her.
Also, the PS is a quiet, demure, and biddable creature.
Emily rolled here eyes so hard that they nearly shot out the side of her head.
After waking, the PS will dress in the required and Official PS uniform, to be worn all day for the pleasure of her Dominant. The Official PS uniform shall consist of:
A high pony tail
Collar
Corset (I know you have at least one. I've seen them in your closet)
Stockings, gartered to the afore mentioned corset
High Heels
Wrist cuffs, to be provided by the Dominant.
After dressing the PS will craft her Dominant a delicious breakfast and will serve the Dominant this tasty meal. While he eats, she shall remain by his side on kneeling in case he needs anything during the meal, or if he wants to talk about stuff and things. Once the Dominant has eaten his meal, the PS may eat and clean.
This shall be followed by the Dominant getting to watch whatever shows he wants to watch on Netflix while the PS gives the Dominant a Beej. Once the Beej has been given, the PS may feel free to gaze adoringly at the Dominant because he is awesome and deserving of adoring gazes. Or, the PS may join him on the couch for TV show watching.
Everything after that is going to be a surprise, and the PS should not think for a minute that the Dominant hasn't yet made a plan because he has, but it's a surprise.
Emily snorted at that, and decided to dedicate the rest of the evening until Ben came over to reading bad porn in order to prefect her Perfect Subby persona. Like homework, but with much more nudity and bondage and stuff.
By the time Ben arrived, Emily felt she had perfected the adoring gaze (vapid, with a side of drooling simplicity), had found which of her four corsets was the most flattering- A long line, black, pin striped underbust, and had managed to forget the unfortunate wheel falling off the car incident for the most part. She had also showered.
The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on the couch, and while Emily mentioned the tire incident to Ben she left out the more alarming aspects of it. She didn't want to think about it and she really preferred to think about more pleasant things. Like how nice Ben smelled and how nice it was to cuddle with him.