Enjoying Emma

For the next few weeks, everything was going well for Emma. She had gotten over her initial misgivings about the conditions of the latex slaves, and was settling in to her new role as the apex. The slaves were becoming more compliant, and she, more confident. That was all about to change.

Emma awoke to find a note on the table from Charlie. Tonight is a very special night. I want you to dress sexy for me. I will arrive at your penthouse at 7pm. I have important, exciting news. C. Emma was thrilled. She was beginning to love her visits from Charlie. He often brought expensive, opulent gifts, and was very nice to her, certainly much nicer than he was to the other girls. She had seen some of the things he'd done to them.

Emma spent a great deal of time choosing her outfit. Charlie had never specifically requested that she dress a certain way before, so this must be important, she really wanted to impress him. She selected an outfit, took a long shower, then had Sierra do her hair and makeup whilst she got changed. Sierra was only her temporary makeup artist until she had trained one of the others to do it. Molly was showing real aptitude in that area. Katie helped the cooks prepare lunch, learning the craft so that she could eventually take over from them. So far she had been the most compliant, perhaps it was because of her latex fetish, but she seemed the quickest to adapt to her new situation. She never complained anymore and always went about her work with vigour. If her good behaviour kept up she would soon be allowed more autonomy. Emma spent her day working on ideas for B.I.T.C.H.E.S with Felicity. It was decided that, of the three slaves captured so far, Felicity had the highest profile, so she should be the one most in the public eye. She would be the face of the charity when Emma was unavailable.

Charlie stepped off the elevator at exactly 7pm to the sweet smell of honey-glazed ham, his favourite.
"Emma." He called.
"I'm in here, Master," came the reply. Normally if he called one of his slaves, he would expect them to come, but he liked Emma, and decided to humour her. He followed the sound of her voice and found her in the small lounge. His face broke into a wide grin.

Charlie stood for almost a minute, just looking at her. Taking in the sight in front of him.
"Emma. You've outdone yourself this time. You look ravishing." Emma smiled, pleased at impressing her master.
"You said to dress sexy." She said, demurely.
"Yes. That is why I am here today. I have had you as my **** for far too long without enjoying any of the benefits. You've been here nearly six weeks and we have yet to fuck. Tonight, I am going to fuck you, and I am going to enjoy it immensely." It was a testament to her training that Emma's only response to this was a soft "Yes Master."
"You look fantastic in that outfit Emma," Charlie said, "So fantastic, in fact, that I'd like for you to keep it on. The shoes, the gloves, all of it. As a reward for doing such a good job as the apex at training Molly, Kate and Felicity, I'll let you pick the room we have sex in."
"Third floor, eighth bedroom." Emma said quickly. Charlie smiled, that was the bedroom that was basically a sex-dungeon. It had every conceivable BDSM device.

Emma giggled as Charlie threw her down onto the bed. Her outfit squeaking against the latex sheets. She pulled down the zipper that was built into the crotch of all her outfits to allow her to pee, and Charlie thrust himself inside her. His cock was enormous and rock-hard. She could feel it throbbing between her legs. He began slowly pumping up and down; she helped, she had been fucked enough times to know what to do. His stamina was amazing. It must be something he actively worked on. He had a fine body too, Emma moved her hands up and down his torso, feeling his eight-pack abs even as he caressed her latex-clad breasts. As he began to pump faster and harder, Emma felt herself quivering. She gave an involuntary groan as he tweaked her nipples, visible through the tight latex. She might be his ****, but by now she had a pretty good idea of what her master liked, and how he expected her to behave, so Emma took a chance. She removed her left boot and slowly began to drag the point of her heel along her master's back. She could feel his body quivering with pleasure as she did. She was quivering with pleasure too. She reached her breaking point just as Charlie went off inside her. They lay together for a few minutes, regaining their breath. She kissed his neck, he just looked into her eyes.

"Well Emma, that was certainly something." Charlie said, after a few more minutes of silence. "Very inventive, and immensely pleasurable. I'm sorry you have to leave."
"What?" Emma blurted, before she could help herself. She regretted the outburst immediately. It was undisciplined.
"Not permanently. Just for a little while. I love seeing sexy celebrities covered in latex, and most of all, I love having sexy celebrities covered in latex as my personal slaves. B.I.T.C.H.E.S is a good front for that, but it's a long-term plan. I made a deal with one of my colleagues in The Society to obtain more slaves. Molly, Kate and Felicity don't have a lot of currency, but you, Emma, you are worth a lot. My colleague agreed to give me another **** to add to my collection. In return, I agreed to back off of my attempts to enslave Taylor Swift, and to loan you to them for four weeks. For the next month, you will be their ****. That's why I wanted to have sex with you tonight, they're coming for you tomorrow morning. I'll miss you Emma, but I'm sure we'll be back together in no time."

With that, Charlie departed, leaving Emma to drift uneasily into a fitful sleep.