After their nap and giving of the most recent pearl, Donald and Emma, now back to that state, get up.   They have a nice dinner together chatting about how both felt about that day’s play.  Now with no plug-in, Emma eats, after the long day with the tail in her. 

Their conversation then turns to general things.  Emma talks about having painters come in to make her house much more enjoyable after all the old furniture is removed.  Which the auction house is yearning for her to release all of these antiques to them, which she is getting so close to allowing.

Dinner over, they watch tv for a little as they kiss, fondle, and sip their drinks for a couple or three hours.  Then Donald says they should get to bed, as tomorrow is going to be a very busy day.  He is so glad she accepted everything today, so he knows she is ready for what is ahead.

Emma looks at him questioningly, but knowing her place, does not ask him to explain.

The next morning, after the regular rituals for the day, Donald again covers her with the glittering lotion.  “Emma, I want you to get used to this glow about you, it will give you the confidence you will need ahead,” Donald tells her.

Again, she is a little confused but knows all will be revealed when the time arrives.  And she does like the radiance that seems to come from her, and she does feel lovelier and more self-assured.

After breakfast, Donald takes her to the special room in the basement.  They have been here for sessions a couple of times since the first, but today, no candles are burning, rather the lights are on fully, so she has an excellent view of herself in the mirror as she enters the chamber.

Today is different though.  Donald seems to be instructing her to learn poise and grace.  He starts her on the wheel, but only lifts her arms up to hold her steady, her feet firmly on the ground.  The crop is there as usual.  Donald puts a book on her head and tells her she will only be spanked if the book falls off her head as she rounds the circle.

Like a trainer, Donald picks up the crop and walks beside Emma as she begins to circle.  Halfway around, the book does fall from her head when she leans forward a bit.  Four stinging spanks from the crop are delivered on her ass cheeks.  That hurt.

Donald picks up the book, places it back on her head, and delivers two more swats on each cheek before he tells her to continue.

It is a slow walk at first, as she gets accustomed to standing so straight to keep the book on her head. Emma makes it twice around the circle before she tips her head too far back this time, thinking she is stabilizing the book better.

This time there are six spanks to her cheeks from the crop.

Spank, swat, spank, swat, spank, swat.

She feels the pain of the spanks run through her body and begins to drip from them.  Donald picks up the book, places it on her head, then the fingers of his one hand caress her slit, feeling all the wetness, as the crop delivers six more slaps to her cheeks.

Emma groans from the attention and almost lets the book slip off again, but does manage to stand straight still.  She begins to get the idea of this walking and makes it around the circle ten times without letting the book drop.

Donald is pleased with her beginning to learn.  He urges her on around a few more times, to make it twenty circles this way.  Only once during this extended time does the book drop, and Emma gets eight spanks to her reddening cheeks.  She takes her punishment as she throbs from it.  She does wonder if she dropped the book on purpose this time to feel the crop against her cheeks again.

The book is placed back on her head, Donald’s fingers playing in her slit as eight more slaps of the crop are administered to her cheeks and upper thighs.

As Emma circles over and over, half the circle she can see herself in the mirror on the one wall.  The glitter is shining on her, her head and body so straight, it gives her a smoldering feeling of joy as she watches herself.

When the twenty circles are completed, Donald has her to continue to stand with her arms up and cuffed to the chain, while he walks away from her.  She is so turned that she can’t see him in the mirror.  A moment later he is back.

He stands behind her and kneels down.  Lifting one foot first, he puts a spiked high heel on her and then the same to the other foot.  Now while still tethered, Emma’s arms are relaxed a little.

She is amazed that the book did not fall off in this procedure.

Donald stands now and tells her she must now do thirty turns of the circle in heels.  She smiles at him and nods her acceptance.  That nod was a mistake, the book falls off, and ten thrashes with the crop are quickly delivered. But again, as she dripped from each swat after the book was placed on her head again, the fingers are there, up her vag and buffing her clit as the other ten spanks from the crop are delivered. 

Emma cannot see her ass as she walks, even from the mirror, as if she would turn her head to look she is sure the book will fall again, but she does wonder how red it is.  The stinging sensation running through her from the spanks is so electric and enjoyable.

She carefully walks around the circle again wearing the highest heels she has ever worn.  And so spiked, she is a little leery at first about how sure of herself in them she is.  But after three circles, she gains more confidence, and at Donald’s urging, she walks a little faster.

Emma now understands this whole exercise.  She is gaining more faith in herself.  She can do these things.  All the things Donald has been teaching her.  She does have more buoyancy about herself and her abilities.  Donald has given her all of this.

And her heart swells, realizing how much she owes him for all he has given her and her new love for him.

She finishes the thirty circles with only one time slipping a little and the book falling from her head.  Donald steadies her and puts the book back on her head then as over twenty-five of the circles are completed.  He again strokes her slit back and forth for a bit and just spanks her with his hand twelve times.  He is so proud of Emma now, he can’t really punish her that much.

But the feel of her juices rushing from her as he spanks her arouses him so.  He is getting rather hard and will need some release soon.

Finished with this exercise, and as said, Donald in need, he unhooks her from the cuffs and tells her to walk to the bed. 

He has been behind her the whole time, circling so she did not see how hard he has become, or how red with passion.  At the bed, she turns to face him and does see.  She starts to throb with lust at the sight.

She falls back on the bed, her thighs wide apart, the high heels do raise her ass somewhat higher, which in this position waiting for Donald to enter her, sends rushes through her whole body.

Donald, looking down on his princess, shimmering in the light from the lotion all over her, and the dazzling display of the moisture on her cunt starts precum to lubricate his glans.  He quickly kneels between Emma’s legs and guides his cock into her.  She moans in acceptance.

Donald fucks her hard and fast, the build-up in him needing release quickly.  They both are panting hard at each thrust in her, as she throbs against him.  They are in accord that this is what is needed at this moment.

Emma lifts her legs over Donald’s shoulders to be even better positioned for this amazing encounter between them.  The spiked heels of her high heels poke at his back from this placement of Emma’s legs.  The slight pain from this is so erotic to Donald, he has to pace himself some so not to cum before he can enjoy this for a while.

Emma, so reaching towards her own peak, does not realize how much the shoes are pressing their spikes into Donald’s back as they both keep groaning with pleasure from this.

Emma cries out, arches her back, making the spikes press even harder into Donald’s back, and throbs so hard against him as she climaxes.   Donald is overwhelmed with all of this and a second later shoots his sperm into Emma. 

Both sated now, Emma lowers her legs and they both roll on their sides facing each other.  As their panting slows, they put their arms around each other and kiss, deeply and long.

“Emma,” Donald starts after this wonderful interlude, “You mastered that part very well.  Now, standing you need to learn to walk in that stature with a leash on.  Not on your knees so much today, but proudly displaying yourself.”

Donald reaches for a nearby towel and wipes them both clean before he stands and tells Emma to do the same.

In these high heels, after what has just passed, Emma is a little shaky on them but balances herself.  Donald brings a gold leash to her and hooks it to her necklace.  “You should be in the clamps too, but we will hold that off until this afternoon,” Donald tells her.

Taking the handle of the leash, he begins to walk her around the circle again.  At first, he is in the lead, which gives him no view of Emma, but at this time, this is where he needs to be to get her to understand what she needs to do.

Emma does comprehend quickly and walks head high, shoulders back, around the circle as she is lead.  “Emma, you have learned so how to heel behind me, which will be required. But for now, I want you to take the lead in the circle and go around fifty more times.  Try to keep count, as I will too.  If you are incorrect, it will lead to a spanking,” Donald directs her.

Emma does move in front of Donald and starts her first circle around the ring.  Her arms not tethered now to the ring, the circle is a bit harder to follow, but Emma tries her best and tries to keep count of how many circles she has done.  But she is unsure now of where they started from, so moves her count a little forward, a little back from where she had begun with each round.

The leash is held tight on her, and she feels the pull at her neck as she orbits around and around.  She thinks she is at fifty now but is somewhat confused with keeping her head erect, on the high heels walking, all of it was a bit much for her.

She stops when she thinks fifty laps are done.  Donald comes to stand in front of her with a disappointed look on his face.  Oh, shit, she did not count right.

“Emma, you were so close, only half the circle to go, how did you miscalculate?” Donald asks her.

Emma hangs her head in shame.  “I lost track of where I started, and somewhat on how many I did, I am so sorry Sir,” she replies.

“Well, I am going to have to spank you some before we move on, but you were close, so not that much of a spanking.  Only with my hand this time,” Donald says as he takes her hand and leads her to the bed.

He sits down and motions Emma to lay over his lap.  He rubs her cheeks slowing and softly over and over, as he feels her pressing against his thighs, his cock.  He will be quite aroused again by the time this over.

Emma waits for the first spank to come but she is loving this sweet interlude before Donald begins.  Yes, his gentle caresses are so wonderful to feel.  Especially with the anticipation of the pain she will soon feel and love also.

And Donald does raise his hand, and the first spank is given, then the second.

Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.

At fifteen Donald goes back to rubbing her now rosy cheeks, as his other hand moved beneath her and runs up and down her self-lubricated slit.  She is so wet, which makes Donald smile to himself.  His sub is such a good slut for him.

Then he does wonder if she is his sub totally.  She does do all that he commands her to, but her enjoyment and enthusiasm about it all make him wonder how much is she submitting to him, or how much is it that she is a sexual slut wanting more and more?

He continues to rub her slit, slip into her vag to pleasure her as he continues to spank her over and over.  His cock is getting hard under her, and they both can feel it as it rises and bumps against her slit too.

Over and over, on each cheek back and forth, and then some attention over and over to the same cheek, then the other.  Emma is crying now, tears running down her face.  She is so aroused, but also she feels ashamed that she did not please her master and must be punished.

And Donald does feel like that to her right now, her master, who she must obey and do all that he tells her too.  That realization, which she has felt from time to time over these past weeks, makes her vanquish herself to him.  Yes, she is his completely, to do whatever is ahead as he wishes.

Donald slows the spanking, and then stops and rubs her cheeks gently and up and down her slit a little more vigorously.  Emma cries out in delight as she orgasms from the attention, and the peak she has been rising to with the spanking.

He lets her calm herself before he has her stand.  Taking the leash again in his hand, he leads her up the stairs, taking his time to make sure with these spiked heels she can do so.

Upstairs, he leads her to her bedroom, and there, goes and gets the nipple and clit clamps.  Emma moans with hesitation, and thoughts of pleasure, as she sees what is ahead for her.

Donald clips and runs them through her necklace loop.  The pleasure of them since yesterday thrashes through her body as she quivers as each is clipped on her.  Her moans of delight make Donald realize she is so ready for what is ahead.

She nods in understanding as he pulls just a bit on the leash and explains again that she must now follow behind him, going where he leads her.  She replies in a whisper, “Yes, master.”

Those two words bring a rush over Donald.  She is where she needs to be.  Can she hold this mind frame until Saturday he wonders?

He leads her first over to the dresser and tells her to lean over.  He opens that special drawer and pulls out a rather large plug and some lube.  He greases her up, and she fills it pressed into her asshole.  Oh, it was rather hard to take in, but when it is in, it feels so good filling her so.

Donald now has her stand, and pulling on the leash a bit, begins to lead her out to the bedroom down to the living room.

She sees her laptop open on the coffee table, as he makes her stand in front of it, back enough that he can get a full body shot of her.  Donald tells her they are going back to the one adult site which they enjoyed the other night, but today, she is going to do a broadcast and see how many will come to watch her.  His laptop is sitting next to her’s, and she knows he will from there, besides filming her live show, will be monitoring how many are watching.

She blushes profusely at this concept.  Can she stand nude in front of who knows how many gapping men?  And what will Donald make her do this way?

He clicks on the broadcasting link and turns the camera on her.  The leash is hanging down between her breast, to her mons, so all will know she is a sub.  Donald directs her to slowly turn around.  He then turns the volume on after telling her she will be heard now.

By the time she has slowly turned, over ten men are watching her, and sending messages.  Some public, saying how lovely she is, others in private messages suggesting what they would like to do to her.

Donald answers all, as if she is, with suggestive comments in a way.

He motions her to turn around and spread her legs and bend over so all can see her plug.  She is bright red faced now but does as directed.  As she bends down, she realizes what is expected of her now, and moves her fingers to the ring on the plug and pulls it out some and then thrust back in.  She moans some from that feeling.

She is starting to get what she must do and stands and turns back around.  Donald holds up a pad of paper with one-hundred written on it.  She understands that over one-hundred men and possibly women are watching her broadcast now.  He holds up a new sheet which tells her that she must perform until she has over one-thousand viewers.

This does scare her, but her lust at this shows, and she feels herself dripping in her cunt.  Why is the idea of all these people watch her like this giving her such a rush?

Facing the camera, she spreads her legs and begins to rub her wet slit, after hesitating and looking at Donald for permission.  His grin and nod are all she needs to know she has his permission.  Never before has she fully tried to finger fuck herself, but now, knowing people are watching, and the rush crashing through her body, she begins to truly do what Donald has done to her.  And then she closes her eyes a little and remembers Connie doing the same to her. 

Yes, though she does not want to, she fantasizes about Connie’s soft hands on her cunt, in her vag and rubbing her clit.  She gasps as an orgasm overtakes her, and almost falls to the floor.

Donald holds up a message to her to get one of the dining room chairs to sit on.  Which she does, and when she returns and sits with her legs fully spread, he holds up a page telling her she has five-hundred watchers now.

He is laughing to himself, trying not to make a sound as he reads the messages that are coming in and responds to them.  He tells them that ‘she’ is a sub with her dom watching her performance in the public broadcast.  That does bring even more messages of lust for her, and questions about what else she is made to do?  How is she disciplined?  How far is she willing to go?

Donald responses, always publicly so not to have to repeat himself about Emma’s treatment and abilities.  Somehow answering these, or just Emma’s icon on the site that she is broadcasting, brings more and more people, now over seven-hundred and fifty.

Emma has gone back to masturbating with her legs spread on camera.  She leans back into the chair as she approaches, and then crashes over another orgasm.  When calm, she lifts her head and smiles at the camera and pretends to kiss over and over.

The viewers go wild.  It is like she is sending special kisses to each of them.

Emma stands and turns the chair, and bends over the back with her legs spread to show the butt plug again.  As the viewers watch, they can tell her one hand is again in her slit, playing there, and the other, if full few begins the in and out of the plug with her finger in the ring helping such play.

The viewers are not the only ones getting hot and bothered by this display.  Donald is so hard now, watching her, he wants the one-thousandth viewer to appear so this can be shut down, and he can properly fuck his Emma.

It is getting close, over nine-hundred watchers now. 

Donald looks at who is watching and sees that over one-third of the viewers are women.  Their comments are the most intriguing;  all want to suck Emma so bad, and show her how she could be their sub.

This subservient knowledge of what Emma is doing this seems to take people over the edge.  So many comments are about her are making the viewers cum already.  Emma continues to finger herself and is almost to the tip again.

Donald is beside himself in lust and notices that she how has one-thousand two-hundred and thirty watchers.  But as he watches her getting ready to tip, he knows he must, for her, let her finish this round.

Just a moment or two later, Emma cries out and falls over the chair, holding the seat as she visibly trembles and calms.  When she has slowed her panting, Donald publicly messages to the watchers: thank you for your attention.  I hope you enjoyed. Then turned off the camera.

He hurries to Emma’s side and lifts her in his arms to carry her to the couch.  Her arms are tight around his neck and tears start to flow from her eyes, smearing her makeup again.  He sits on the couch with her in his lap as he strokes her head and back, muttering, "It’s alright" over and over.

Emma calms herself after about fifteen minutes.  Donald kissing her head and then lifting her face to him, with his thumb he rubs away her tears and smeared makeup.  He kisses each of her eyes.  And then her cheeks, her ears, and finally, her lips, pressing into her awaiting mouth deep and long.

Emma sighs with contentment.

“Did I do what you wanted me to?” Emma asks expectantly.  She is so afraid she did not meet up to his expectations.

Donald kisses her again, and rubs her breasts, removing the clamps as he does.  “Emma, you again have exceeded my expectations of you.  You did wonderfully.  Tell me, how did it feel to masturbate and on camera?” he asks in response.

“Sir, I didn’t know I could do it, and will never without your permission, but it was such a different sensation to experience,” Emma replies.

Donald laughs and tells her perhaps he will have to do that more often for her.  He has now released the clit clamp and turns her over on his lap to remove the plug.  When all have been removed, the sigh coming from Emma at her release from these says enough.  He turns her back on his lap to hold her now, but she can feel his rock-hard cock against her crack.  She knows he now needs to discharge himself.

She kisses him again and then falls between his legs kneeling on the floor. “Sir is this how you would like to relieve yourself?” she asks as she takes his glans in her mouth.

“To start Emma, but I think I need to be deep inside you to cum fully very soon,” Donald replies.

And Emma begins to suck his cock, balls, slit, and asshole bringing him to the ultimate height of enjoyment.  When he knows he can’t last much more, he lowers himself to the floor, pushes the coffee table away some, and kneels between Emma’s now spread legs, waiting for him.

Something comes over him at that moment, and he clicks on Emma’s laptop, back to the site and broadcasting and turns the camera to watch him fuck Emma how she needs to be.   Emma is unaware of this now voyeuristic sex they are about to have, but pulls his cock to her vag and guides it in. 

Donald begins to thoroughly pound her, both calling out, panting and whaling.  Donald lifts her ass with his hands so she can feel him even deeper in her.  Over and over.  He glances once over to the laptop to see there are over two-thousand now watching them fuck.  He winks at the camera and goes back to riding Emma to the cliff and over.

He holds himself back from cumming somehow, is it the excitement of so many watching them?  Emma comes three times over and over as he rams himself into her.  Her now begging for him to release into her.

He smiles down at her and leans and kisses her.  And that was all it takes; he feels himself spurting and spurting up in her.  What a load he delivers.  Emma cums one more time feeling this crash into her.  She is holding his cock so hard now; he could not pull out if he wanted to.

Finally, she relaxes enough to allow him to.  They just smile at each other.  The Donald bends and whispers in her ear, “Baby, before we clean each other up, we have had over two-thousand people watching us fuck.  I am sorry but I did want your fan club to enjoy this some.”

Emma blushes deep red, and whispers back at him, “Are they still watching?” as she buries her face in his chest.

Donald laughs, reaches up and closes the laptops, and tells her no, not anymore.

He pulls her up on his lap again and holds her tight as he tells her again that over two-thousand people had watched this broadcast. 

Emma is embarrassed, delighted, and aroused all at the same time.  “Did they say anything this time?” she asks Donald.

Again, he laughs hard, as he opens the laptop and says, “Let’s see.”

The comments are overwhelming: such lust, such cummings, such begging for more.  Would they ever do this again?  Neither are sure.  But it did bring today to a nice closure.

But what does, even more, is when Donald presents her with her thirty-six pearl.  Her necklace seems to be almost full.