Subspace – Emma · Bound 7 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Part 29: Bitch Training
“Are you drooling on me again?” Emma asked.
The purple-haired woman wiped the side of her mouth on the inside of Emma’s breast before responding, “It’s your fault for putting us in this position multiple times. Just be happy that you are soft and comfortable enough to sleep on. I have no desire to wake up grumpy like you.”
“I'm not grumpy. I… Did you just pee on me again?”
“I had to go.”
“You evil pixie. Guess you want to be punished again. Well I will just have to pee in your mouth this time,” Emma said, with Princess entering the room to catch the end. She was in a pants suit which has become the norm. Emma missed the former maid wearing her uniform.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that,” Princess exclaimed.
“Ew. No. Not happening,” Nix said with disgust and rubbed her face into the non-drooled upon breast.
“My guess is I don’t have time to make her if I actually want to eat today,” Emma stated, though it was nearly a question.
“You have stuff to do as always. I am open to more breastfeeding. I'll even let you eat this time,” Princess said with a smirk.
Emma sighed, “Not ready for that again. You should find someone like Kit has.”
Emma called out to the room's system to release Nix so they could both get up. She was still trapped on the woman until the bed restraints were released.
There were no games in the shower today, much to Nix’s relief. Nix was truly concerned Emma would urinate in her mouth. But Emma was starving and didn’t want any excuses to not eat, even if it was a horrible smoothie. She drank her smoothie while pumping the milk from her breasts and listening to Princess talk about various things. The mischievous pixie tried to torment Emma with exaggerated noises from her breakfast. The type of food Emma had been denied for over a week now.
As Princess ended her story, she said to Emma, “It’s time you tell me about your day after harem therapy.”
“You mean where you had me wear ballet boots to get on a ferry and trek around an island resort in them. You know the one with a steep hill that I luckily didn’t have to walk or crawl up. Or all the construction and areas in development. Then again, as Ass. Warden, I figured you knew about my incarceration on the island for the rest of the day. The early part in the actual prison and the rest somewhere else.”
“I was busy nor have I seen her since harem therapy. Plus, I wanted your version of what happened.”
“Only if you answer how many noses you broke.”
Princess rolled her eyes and responded, “You're jealous it wasn’t you under me. But the answer is none. Now, tell me.”
“So demanding. Not sure what you enjoy more, sex or gossip.”
“Sex. Duh! You can get plenty of juicy gossip before, during, and after sex at times.”
“You really are insatiable.”
Princess shrugged and responded, “I am who I am. The one who wears the pants in our relationship. Let's hear it.”
“As you wish, my Royal-Pain-In-The-Ass,” Emma said, getting a snort from Nix on the other side of the table. Emma turned to her and added, “Your reckoning is still coming, you troublesome pixie.”
There was some more banter before Emma explained what happened to her. Nix added in parts that included Emma and parts Emma wasn’t aware of as they weren’t together for more of the tour than Emma realized. Emma ended the replay of the previous day by explaining what happened after Miss Keys left her.
“I was basically a chained animal. Alone with nothing but an incredible view. I didn’t think she would really leave me there permanently, but your mind starts playing games with you at times. The temperature kept dropping. The torches were slowly fading. The moonlight reflection allowed me to see enough, yet not enough. The noises. I was vulnerable to do anything if there were any issues. It felt like hours. Really, I have no idea how long I was there. It was very disorienting. I started believing I would be there overnight. I was hungry and thirsty. I was concerned about the bugs and other creatures coming for me. As the breeze started picking up as time went on, I got firsthand experience as to what it could carry. Thankfully my flesh remained intact or wasn’t rubbed raw like someone does to other people's noses.”
“Quit pretending you don’t enjoy my royal flower like the others,” Princess stated.
Emma ignored her comment and continued, “Part of me was happy when I heard footsteps. Unfortunately, as expected with my position at the time, they came from behind and I ended up nervous. I wanted to believe I was safe, but I was in a foreign place and completely helpless. I was at the mercy of anyone and anything that came.”
“Thankfully, they released me from the chain, but not the restraints. They put a blanket around me and dragged me back to the main area of the resort before removing my restraints. I was able to cover myself better with the blanket as I was still naked except for my chastity belt and ballet boots. I wasn’t given my dress back or any other clothing.”
“I was led to a new area, stumbling in my boots after being in them all day. The bright lights were blinding initially, but soon understood what was happening. We entered the helipad and I was put on the helicopter. It was an amazing sight at night, but terrifying as well. I had never been in a helicopter and I was freezing cold despite the blanket. It didn’t make me feel better when I saw the cruise ship was moving away. I might have felt a little better to land on a stationary ship or dry land.”
“Either way, there was a pixie there waiting to help me. She helped me clean up and I used her body heat throughout the night to warm my real and imaginary chill. I expect that you were in an orgy and Kit was still on her date or forced into your debauchery,” said Emma as she finished recapping the event.
“There was no orgy, per se,” was Princess’s response.
Emma shook her head laughing.
“Sounds like I did you a favor and no reckoning is needed,” chimed in Nix.
“We both know that isn’t true. The saintess has gone full blown mischievous pixie around me so that I may torment in ways she secretly desires. It would be very selfish of me not to give back what you so desperately crave from me and not your harem sisters,” Emma said with a cruel smile on her face.
Emma ended up dressed pretty plainly which she thought made sense for the early part of her day. A simple dress and some wedged sandals, nothing else. Before Princess split off to her own destination, she said, “Meet me in the suite after you are finished your fitting so I can properly dress you for later.”
Entering Sir Jerry's work area, multiple people moved about carrying clothing, costumes, materials, and tools. Computers and diagrams with pictures and designs of different kinds. The constant shifting of people and objects left a sense of chaos, yet people went around knowing what to do.
It looked like a few other people were there for the same reason Emma was. They definitely had the model type feel. They had waited for someone to grab each one of them and be brought to what Emma hoped was a private place to change. It left Emma feeling out of place. Nix herself seemed overwhelmed by the crowded and busy area.
A familiar Latina woman walked up to them. Emma had met her in the early days of the cruise. The first time she came to Emma’s room to take her measurements. The other was the first fashion show when she was dressed in a special dress with the other VIPs in the audience.
“Nice to see you again, Lucia,” Emma greeted. “Looks busy.”
“It'll be worse tomorrow, but that's just how these things go around here,” Lucia responded.
“I have a small favor to ask, but you can say no if it isn’t viable,” Emma said, seeing the sigh coming from the overworked woman.
“I'm expected to accommodate you as much as possible, Miss Emma. It depends on what you are asking.”
“I know. I'm sorry. I was hoping you may have room for another model and maybe an outfit. It doesn’t need to be new. I was hoping to get this one,” she grabbed Nix, “onstage and modeling. Preferably in a pixie or fairy costume. If you don’t have something like that, maybe a fallen angel.”
Nix tried to pull away, saying, “No Emma. That isn’t fair. To them or me. Please don’t make me do this.”
Lucia was already inspecting the petite pixie as Emma responded, “I warned you there would be reckoning. You should have taken your proper due instead of trying to weasel out. Plus, this is nothing compared to the things we have done. I'll even make sure Master Robert knows and have him bring your harem sisters to see your debut.”
Lucia was calling someone else over and giving them instructions while Nix said, “I don’t like you anymore.”
“Pfft!” Emma responded, “We've played some version of this game multiple times for the past few days. We've wandered around essentially naked with everyone looking at us. This time we will likely be covered up in an artistic way. You are getting off easy this time.”
“We both know this isn't all that you will do to me.”
“True. But you are still hanging around me and have admitted to wanting me to punish your little outbursts. I've done my best to keep you guessing what I will do in response. Your reactions suggest that I have mostly succeeded.”
“I still don't like you,” Nix said with a pouty face.
Emma pinched Nix’s cheeks, causing Nix to try and shake Emma away.
“You're so adorable when you pout like that. You and Brat have that look in common.”
Nix’s eyes went wide and she nearly shouted, “Take that back.”
Emma smiled at her in return. Their back and forth was over as Nix was pulled away to get measured. That left Emma with Lucia who took her further into the chaos to her own area.
Emma took a quick look around. The room was likely bigger than it appeared. It felt smaller with the sheer amount of racks with clothing, material, and other things likely necessary for designing and making outfits and accessories. There was more than enough room for her to undress as Lucia went about gathering things she needed. It was clearly organized in a way that Lucia understood, but Emma wouldn't know where to begin to find things that weren't in her direct line of sight.
Emma stood in the middle of the open area, naked except her chastity belt. Lucia was remeasuring her before the fitting.
Emma started some minor chatter, “Have you made your move yet?”
Lucia was still measuring her with a methodical precision. It was clear she had done this many times to the point it was routine for her. There was no wasted movement, effort, or loss of time. Efficiency during a time crunch when she and the others had limited time to get things finished.
It's something Emma could appreciate even if it also seemed quite stressful.
It's why Emma wasn’t surprised by the flat tone with a hint of strain in Lucia's short and blunt response, “No.”
“That's unfortunate,” Emma responded looking at the outfit that hung by itself behind Lucia's desk. Emma pointed as she asked, “Is that one going to be used in the fashion show?”
Lucia finished her latest measurements and turned to where Emma pointed. Emma caught a slight blush on the woman's face as she turned back and answered, “No, that isn't his design. While we will do our own take on designs from pop culture and other places, that specific one isn't meant for the runway.”
Emma smiled as she realized that one was for Lucia in private.
“I can make you one if you want to wear one at the next show,” Lucia added, not looking at Emma’s face as she continued measuring her.
“I haven't decided to participate in any more shows after this. Nor do I wish to steal your thunder.”
“It would be helpful to know in advance as early as possible if you will. There is another design for you that we haven't presented or done more than the sketches and theoretical parts. No physical construction has started on it. Plus, you don't need to worry about stealing my thunder. That costume is a classic and used by many, often. I'll likely never wear it for anyone.”
Emma stood there as the measuring continued while thinking to herself. Eventually, she said, “I have a proposition.”
Emma told Lucia her idea during the rest of the measurements. Further discussion went on as she tried on her costume she would be wearing the next day.
With her fitting over, Emma headed to the suite after she dressed for her next outing of the day. While the suite was technically hers, Princess had taken over it. Not that Emma minded, she didn't feel like she should have been ‘upgraded’ to it. She was also happy the former maid and indentured servant, who recently gained her freedom, was enjoying herself and the luxury of the suite.
Emma hadn't been in the suite much as she focused on her limited time with Nix. That meant not staying in the suite or her cell in Subspace prison.
Emma hit the button outside the suite instead of immediately entering. She never knew who would be there or what was going on inside. At minimum, she expected Dolly to answer the door.
The door opened eventually, but no one greeted her. She knew others were there just based on the sounds. Stepping into the suite, Emma caught sight of the action in the middle of the room. An amalgamation of bodies in the midst of a perverse ritual.
The door closed behind her and an animal-like screech came from one of the occupants. She was wearing a suit similar to what Emma expected to be wearing soon. The leather suit covered the woman head to toe only leaving openings for her eyes, mouth, and holes for her nose to breathe. Her arms and legs were folded in half within the suit leaving her on her elbows and knees. A large ball gag filled her mouth. The hood of the suit had animal-like ears.
There was at least one more hole in the suit that was filled with something thick and very long. At least part of the object was inside of her. That became more obvious with the second part of the amalgamation of bodies.
Dolly was on her hands and knees as well. She was rocking back and forth. Her mouth was filled with one end of the sizable object. As she rocked back Emma could see more of the massive rubber object, likely a double-ended dildo. It disappeared as she went forward causing shrieks from the other woman. Emma wasn’t sure how much of it went down her throat and how much went further into the other woman's exposed and stretched pussy.
The pace was pretty frenetic at that point, likely because Emma entered. For Dolly, she was trying to sync with her own rear being pounded by Princess’s hips. The wide grin on Princess’s face told Emma she was enjoying herself as each thrust further buried itself deeply into Dolly.
Princess’s pace lasted less than a minute before she stopped buried deep in Dolly. A whimper came from the woman in the front before Princess spoke.
“Are you ready for your turn?” Princess asked, slowly pulling out of Dolly. She kept pulling out inch by inch and it wasn’t stopping. That was ignoring the girth. “You and Tabby are far below Dolly in being a size queen. Tabby was just getting some training as Dolly needed a workout. You need more training. Bovine size was the beginner's stage for you.”
Emma's eyes narrowed at Princess. The end strap-on plopped the floor as it finished exiting Dolly's rear hole. Emma was not against trying things, but even she knew that something that size was out of her league. There was an even bigger issue when it came to that one in particular.
“I doubt that would even fit through the rear hole in my chastity belt,” Emma responded.
Princess looked down at the object, then back up only to mischievously grin at Emma and answered, “I can make it work.”
Emma shook her head and said, “I doubt there is time now. I'm sure you plan to put me in something like that.”
She pointed at the leather clad Tabby still on her knees and elbows mewling. Dolly had been pulling away from Tabby's exposed holes with one end of the double-ended dildo still lodged in her mouth. Tabby's swollen pussy was left exposed and gaping.
Emma added, “I'm sure it will take awhile to get me in it and walk me to the ranch.”
“It makes me wish I had the time to do that and be your trainer this afternoon. Unfortunately, I am busy and there are other plans for you in that regard,” the former maid responded.
“What do you mean?” Emma responded in confusion.
A smirk formed on Princess’s face, “You won’t be a bitch today. You will be training them. You said you wanted to try both sides.” Princess was standing up and the strap-on harness thunked to the floor after she removed it. “Today you will get to be the trainer-in-training. Plus, it will be more appropriate to get you trained as a proper unicorn with some pony training in the future. I'll be interested in seeing how you handle all those sexy bitches today.”
Emma looked over to Tabby again and asked, “Is she going to be okay for training this afternoon?”
“Of course she will. It just won't be with you. She'll be staying here with Dolly. She's my personal pussy licking pussy. While getting her some crossover training would be good, I have other plans for her today.”
“Given up on Kit already?” Emma asked.
“Of course not. She is still in need of much training. I also need to know about her date and that likely won't happen until this evening,” Princess pouted.
“Of course. You can't live without your gossip.”
“And you can't live without breathing, so I will have to leave just enough room for you to struggle for each breath once I'm done tightening your corset.”
“Do your worst,” Emma taunted Princess.
“I will, Masochistic Slut.”
“Gossip Whore.”
Emma had started getting herself dressed while Princess took care of Dolly and Tabby. When Princess did return to Emma, she made sure the corset was tight and quite breathtaking. The boning of the corset felt quite unforgiving and each shallow breath required effort. It was something that took Emma a bit of time to adjust to before she left the suite and headed to the ranch.
Emma leaned to the side at her waist. Her movement and breathing were hampered. She leaned to the other side trying to stretch. She was having second thoughts at challenging Princess to do her worst. She didn’t want to ruin other people's training because she couldn’t perform as needed, or worse, passed out.
She was distracted by her own thoughts and lack of movement when some else spoke, startling her, “Miss Emma, nice to see you again. I expected you to be inside with the others getting ready.”
Emma regained her composure, turned to the woman who spoke to her, and responded, “It is nice to see you again as well, Nanny. I hope things went well with you and Kit last night. And thank you. I am aware the others are still getting ready. I thought I would be joining them, but my role today is different. Hence why I am out here waiting and reconsidering an earlier choice.”
Nanny looked at Emma, unsure what to say about the last comment and replied, “Thank you as well. My time with…” Nanny paused to ensure she called her the proper name for now. “Kit. Sorry, I almost called her by our play name. I didn’t want to confuse you or potentially embarrass or upset her. She is the reason I am here at the moment. May I ask what your role is today?”
Emma was contemplating something as she answered, “I don't my telling you, but I was hoping to ask for a favor first.”
There was a look of surprise and confusion on the large chested woman. She was a few inches shorter with a much smaller and narrower frame than Emma. But her chest made Emma look small in comparison even if Emma knew she was on the higher end of what could be considered normal.
It was also only the second time Emma had met the woman. She had an aura of maturity that defied her age. At least Emma felt it defied her age. Looks could be deceiving, but Emma thought the woman was still a few years younger than her. She was more matronly the first time they met, which made sense due her more normal occupation. She likely was last night as well, even though Emma wasn’t there nor saw her to actually know.
Nanny had her own beauty and grace to go with her aura. The sundress she wore allowed Emma to see more of the woman than the first time they met. Her smaller and slimmer figure was more obvious even if the sundress didn’t hug her curves.
Nanny looked at Emma and contemplated before responding, “Sure, as long as it's reasonable.”
Emma smiled and asked, “Can I get your help loosening my corset a bit? I clearly bit off more than I could chew today already and I'm not even being one of the others. I am essentially an assistant trainer-in-training today. I also don't want to ruin the others’ time by being stubborn and not getting more comfortable or being able to perform.”
“Oh, of course,” Nanny replied
As Nanny started loosening Emma’s corset, Emma went on to explain that she was open to trying different roles and today it was decided to try training pets instead of being trained as one.
“I didn’t know that was an option,” Nanny said.
“Proper training, no matter the role, is valuable. They are nice enough to offer it like most everything on the ship. Safe and consensual. Some things cost extra, but that is understandable,” Emma commented.
“True, my services are usually not free,” Nanny said, biting her lip behind Emma’s back.
“Were you planning to participate or watch today?” Emma decided to ask.
“I figured I would watch and see what things are like until I need to leave to get ready for my next appointment. I usually don't come here much, but Kit likes the place and talked me into getting milked with her this morning.”
“Oh, how was the experience?”
“Interesting and thankfully private.”
“She got you to wear a harness and a collar to prevent any talking.”
Emma couldn’t see Nanny blush. It took a moment for her to respond.
“Yes. I am interested in her enough to learn more about her and her likes and desires. I am milked daily due to my job in other intimate ways. That was a very different feeling. I know it was not fully like what you have done as it was just Kit and I bound and staring at each other. No one else was involved.”
Emma nodded.
“I'm glad you two are getting along and trying to understand each other better.”
Nanny gave a quick giggle and said, “Oh, you are not off the hook yet. She still feels she needs to prove herself to you.”
“I don’t think she does.”
“Well, I don’t know you well enough or have the ability to read minds, so you probably believe that is true. I am telling you, based on the discussion the two of us had this morning, she wants to prove herself to you even if you don’t want her in the end.”
Emma frowned at that comment.
Nanny added, “She’s scared of what happens when the trip is over. The reality is you made a big first impression on her. She wants to show that your kindness was valued by her. Plus, she's been desperately holding off being a pony girl, waiting for you. Even if you are not ready or don't have much time, I suggest bringing her down to the stable and just brush her hair like one for a short time. Hopefully sooner rather than later.”
Emma sighed. She had promised to do more with Kit one-on-one and hadn’t yet.
“You're right,” Emma responded. “I've put off things long enough. Even now we are doing something here together, but still with others. I know she would like some more private time. I'm often too busy chasing someone who is playing hard to get or trying to please a bunch of people at once. I need to do better.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to come off harsh. I care for her and wanted you to know,” Nanny responded.
“It’s fine. It’s unfortunately one of a billion demands I need to sort through and prioritize. She will get her time soon. It isn’t always easy for me to get a quiet moment alone on this ship, except when I am locked in a prison cell.”
“Look, I'm still sorry for adding to your plate. Seems you have a lot going on. I know she mentioned it. I know you two have done a number of things together with others. I just want her to be happy, but not at your expense. I probably should have kept it to myself, but she is special.”
“It's fine. I'm glad someone else is looking out for her and is interested in her.”
Nanny smiled, “If anything I should be thankful for you and Princess allowing and encouraging her to explore. That night at the auction house. If those things hadn’t happened, it likely would have been a missed opportunity.”
Emma’s corset had been loosened and adjusted by that point. The two of them took a seat on a bench. The two of them discussed various things, including Emma’s breastfeeding incident and if Emma had ever considered being breastfed or spending time as a baby.
A little later, the official trainer came out. She introduced herself, “Hi, I am Molly.”
The two of them introduced themselves and shook hands with Molly. Molly had a few things to go over with Emma before the session started. They left Nanny sitting as Emma got a brief tour and explanation of what was happening and what she would likely be doing for the session.
“Any questions?” Molly asked.
“How many participants for this training session?”
“There are three. It was also agreed upon by all three to do an extended session that runs through the beginning training and some of the intermediate. If you can't make the whole session, I understand.”
“No, that is fine. Two of them are here because of me.”
“I figured you knew all of them.”
“I wasn’t aware of any others. Did they give a name?”
“The note that came with her said to address her as Lily. In the note, the extended session was asked for and asked if the others were agreeable to it. She came prepared in her suit already with the collar. There wasn’t much to ask or talk about beyond yes or no questions.”
Emma didn’t recognize anyone by the name Lily. There were plenty of people on the ship that knew of her and were interested in her. This could be another. She shrugged her shoulders.
She talked more with Molly until it was announced everyone was ready to begin.
A separate handler brought out each the three on leashes attached to their collars. Each walked on their elbows and knees. The three were covered head to toe in black leather bitchsuits. The only flesh visible was around the eyes and mouth. Floppy ears were another addition to the covered heads. Tail plugs sprouted up from the backs of their suits. Their mouths were currently free of any gags or muzzles. The leashes were soon removed and the handlers left.
Emma looked at each of them individually. The smallest was clearly Kit. No one she had seen aboard came close to tiny stature. The middle sized one was Nix. She was also petite but had a few inches in height on Kit if they were standing. Though she was still taller when both were on all fours. Lily stood taller on all fours than both the others. They all had small frames compared to Emma. Lily's even more so as she wore a restrictive corset on the outside of her suit. It gave a more exaggerated waist that even Emma was impressed to see.
Molly started by calling out each individually. She received a bark in return. Emma focused on each as the instructions and commands began. Emma was also paying attention to see if any of them started tapping as it was the code to check for distress.
Molly acknowledged each of them, called them a good girl and petted their heads.
She turned to Emma and spoke, “Your turn. I want to start issuing commands to each. Don’t be afraid to praise them for doing a good job.”
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