by Ellie Norton
"Wow," was all he said.
My mistress chuckled again, "Darrin, she's the most natural submissive I've ever seen."
"I can see that. I'm just struggling to reconcile the DJ I know with this meek slave," he admitted.
I had remained silent as they discussed me, but his admission was able to filter through the fog enough to allow me to respond. "I'm still me, sir. But I belong to Emma. It brings her pleasure when I submit so completely."
Both dommes turned to me with startled looks, but I just smiled dreamily at them. My mistress chuckled, pulling me possessively to her. "Yes, love it does," she said before biting my neck. I moaned, melting into her and Darrin smiled.
"Well, I have to admit I'm jealous, but somehow, I get the feeling that even if I were a woman, she wouldn't submit like that to me.," he said sounding almost sad.
My mistress frowned at him, but I said, "I belong to Mistress Bonita." They both smiled at me again, and Darrin left us.
"I love you, Rachel," my mistress said when we were alone again.
I smiled, "I love you too, Mistress."
Before we could move on through the crowd, Ava found us again. "Holy shit, you guys. That was some show." We both turned to her and smiled. "So, how much of that was pre-planned?" she asked conspiratorially.
My mistress laughed, "None of it. I brought a variety of toys to use, but Rachel didn't know what to expect."
Ava turned to me, "Is that true?"
"Yes, ma'am." I replied dreamily.
Her eyes widened in shock. "Oh my God, you're still trancing aren't you? It wasn't an act?"
"None of my pet's reaction were staged, Ava," my mistress huffed.
Ava's wide eyes turned back to my mistress. "How?"
"It's Rachel," my mistress said with a shrug.
"You can really make her orgasm on command?" Ava asked in disbelief.
"Yes."
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed.
My mistress pulled me more tightly against her and I relaxed into her, laying my head on her shoulder. "My Rachel is a wonder, Ava," she said possessively. I smiled dreamily at her before glancing down and noticing Harold gaping up at me. My mistress followed my gaze and smirked, "Jealous, Harold?"
He turned to her and blushed, "Yes."
Ava chuckled, "Come on, my pet. I think it's time I took you home. We'll talk again later Emma."
My mistress smiled, "Of course." Once our friends had left, my mistress turned to me and said, "I believe I'll take you home too, love. Are you ready to say your good-byes to our hostess?"
I smiled placidly and said, "Whatever pleases you, Mistress."
She grinned and led me through the house. We found Madam Campman in the same drawing room from earlier. She stopped her conversation as soon as she noticed us. "Ah, Bonita, that was an amazing show you put on."
"Thank you," my mistress said, smiling.
Madam Campman smiled down at me. "Your pet was incredible."
I smiled up at her from my kneeling position. "Thank you, Madam," I said dreamily.
Her eyebrows went up and she turned back to my mistress who nodded and said, "None of it was staged."
"Oh, my. Well you are a lucky woman. I've only been able to get my Carla to trance once, and we've been together for 15 years. Even then, she fell out of it almost immediately. How do you do it?" Madam Campman's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.
My mistress chuckled, "My Rachel is one of a kind."
Our hostess laughed, "I can see that. Well, thank you for the entertainment, Bonita."
"You're welcome. It was our pleasure."
I leaned over and kiss Madam Campman's boots again. When she stepped back I placidly smiled up at her and said, "Thank you for having us, Madam."
She smiled kindly down at me, "It was my pleasure, dear."
My mistress gave my leash a gentle tug and I stood. She led me out to the foyer where the same girl returned my coat to me. Once we were back in the car, my mistress turned to me and said, "Rachel? Are you alright, love?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said immediately.
She smiled and said, "It's time to come back now, honey."
I blinked, and pushed away the fog. Once my thoughts were clear, I smiled. "Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome, love. I'm so proud of you."
I grinned, "So we put on a good show?"
Emma laughed, "You did all the work."
"That's not true, I just stood there, bent over while you played me like a piano," I said laughing.
She grinned, "Maybe, but now I'm going to take you home and let you make me scream." I gasped as heat immediately raced to my center. My inner muscles clenching around the plug still lodged inside me.
I had forgotten about it. As she drove away from the party, I asked, "Why did you leave the plug in?"
She shot a wicked grin at me, "Because it's made to be seen, and I was the only one who got to see it on stage."
I was confused, but I couldn't get her to explain why until later, after we had both screamed through several orgasms, when she finally removed the plug. She showed it to me and it had a large green glass gem on the outside. I blushed, realizing that everyone at the party had seen the butt jewelry my mistress had given me during our scene. Emma had only laughed and said, "You're only mad because I didn't tell you about it earlier."
I sighed, knowing she was right.
Chapter 19
The next day, Emma called Mistress Britney. She told her about running into the butch at the bondage shop and the challenge she had made. Emma then asked Britney to discretely contact the guests from the previous night to keep quiet about our performance. Neither Emma nor I wanted to scare off the butch. Mistress Britney agreed to help spread the word.
Once Emma hung up the phone, I asked, "So, if the butch shows up on the 12th, what will happen?"
Emma immediately tensed and looked nervous. She looked down at me, where I was cuddling against her side on the couch, and said, "That depends, Rachel. How far are you willing to let it go?"
I almost just told her that I trusted her, but I stopped when I realized that it was a question I needed to answer truthfully. Not that I didn't trust her, but we needed an honest discussion about both of our limits. So, I thought about it before answering. "I don't want to be completely tied up. I don't trust her enough to be at her mercy."
Emma nodded, "Alright. I would agree with that." She relaxed as she said it and I smiled at her. She returned the smile for a moment before she turned serious again. "What about just having your wrists bound?"
Again, I took my time in answering, and Emma waited patiently. Eventually, I nodded. "That would be ok as long as they aren't secured to anything else."
She nodded again, "And punishments?"
"I don't want her to leave any lasting marks, but I wouldn't mind the flogger or crop. But no bare-handed spanking. I don't want her filthy hands on me," I said after taking the time to consider.
Emma smiled slightly. "I agree, but these rules would also apply to me for the purposes on the competition."
I smiled, "I know, Mistress, but you may touch me in any way you want before and after the challenge."
Emma grinned and pulled me possessively against her. I moaned, turned on by her aggression. She relaxed slightly and softly said, "I don't want her hands on you either, but to be fair, she will probably need to touch you at least a little as submission isn't just about the punishments."
I bit my lip and looked away. I hadn't thought about that part. The thought of her touching me disgusted me, but my mistress was right. "How about, no touching anywhere that is covered by clothing?"
"Will you let me pick out your outfit for that night?" Emma demanded in such a way that it wasn't really a question, but I answered anyway.
"Yes, Mistress. But it will need to have enough skin showing that she won't feel that we're cheating."
"I know, but you are mine and I won't have her touching you on any of your privates.
Those are only for my pleasure," She stated coldly and I looked up to see that her eyes had filled with possessive jealousy.
I pressed myself more fully against her and said, "I belong to you, Mistress Bonita. I serve your pleasures." Her expression softened slightly, but not enough for us to continue this conversation for much longer. In a soft voice, I voiced the final rule that neither of us had yet mentioned. "You will need to remove my collar for the duration of the competition.
Instantly, jealous rage flooded her eyes and I found myself pinned under her on the couch before I even realized she had moved. She bit down on my neck and snarled, "You are mine!"
I whimpered, "Yes, Mistress. I am yours." I was instantly on the edge of orgasm, but I forced my body to relax under her, waiting for what she would do next.
My submission seemed to calm her and she sat back and apologized, "I'm sorry, Rachel. You're right. It will be hard to see you without it in that setting, but I trust you."
I sat up and cupped her cheek. "I know, Mistress. But I will wear my new wrist cuffs so you will be reminded that I belong to you. Will that help?"
She kissed my palm before looking down at the metal cuffs I was still wearing. She smiled and said, "Yes, love. It will help."
I grinned, "Good, now may I ask a favor of you, Mistress?"
Her eyebrow went up and she said, "Sure."
I intentionally lowered my eyes, and adopted my most submission posture, "Then Mistress, will you please take me to your playroom and remind me how much I belong to you?"
I could feel the full weight of her possessive dominance even before she jerked on the collar and pulled me to her. I shuddered, but stayed passive as she dragged me down the hall. My mistress spent the rest of the day playing out delicious tortures on my body and I lost track of the number of times she made me scream out that I belonged to her.
True to her word, Emma picked out an outfit for me to wear for the dominance battle that exposed enough skin to be fair, but still kept me well covered. We were both subdued as I pulled on the leather bra, lacy underwear and short pleated leather skirt. Emma then did my makeup and I grinned when I saw the doe-eyed innocent effect she had managed to create. For her part, Emma was dressed in her most severe dominatrix look. Just looking at her was enough to make me wet with desire. When Emma noticed, she smirked at me and I blushed.
As soon as we walked into the club it was apparent that word had spread about the upcoming challenge. The entire club was packed with people. Eyes turned to us as we entered, but Emma ignored them as she led me through the crowd. She stopped when she found the manager, Mistress Nikki. "Hello, Nikki, busy night tonight," Emma said in a casual voice and I had to bite back a grin.
The manager turned to us and grinned, "Yes, I believe I have you to thank for that."
Emma smiled in return. "Actually, I think you should thank, Rachel. She is apparently irresistible."
Mistress Nikki turned to me and I blushed. "Thank you, Rachel," she said kindly.
"You're welcome, Mistress Nikki," I said, lowering my eyes.
She turned back to Emma and asked, "Do you think she will actually show up?"
Emma smirked, "Yes, I don't think her pride will allow her to back down gracefully from this challenge."
"Good," the other mistress said and I could hear the delight in her voice. "So what can I do to help?"
Emma turned to me and lifted my chin so I would meet her gaze. "Would you mind terribly if I put you on display until that butch shows up?" she asked nervously.
"No, Mistress," I answered immediately, feeling aroused by the thought. "I will do whatever pleases you."
She grinned before turning back to the manager. "Do you still have your cage?"
Mistress Nikki immediately began to grin. "Of course, Bonita. Where would you like it?"
"Would it be too much trouble to put it on the stage? I'd like my pet to been seen the moment the butch enters," Emma said with a smirk.
The other domme laughed, "Of course. Give me a few minutes and once your pet is in place, come find me. I will mediate this challenge and I would like to go over your rules before we start."
"Of course. Thank you, Nikki," Emma said gratefully. The manager waved off the thanks and hurried to the bar to begin issuing orders. Emma turned to me and asked, "Is this ok, Rachel?"
I grinned, "It's genius."
Emma returned the grin. "Thanks, love."
"You're welcome, Mistress," I replied.
Fifteen minutes later, I found myself locked in a cage that had been situated on one side of the stage by two of the club's bouncers. I watched as Emma spoke quietly with Mistress Nikki. They both shot glances over at me several times and I just smiled at them. A few minutes later, I saw Ava come in with Harold. Her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed me and she quickly made a beeline over to the stage.
"What's going on, Rachel?" she asked as soon as she was close enough for me to hear.
I grinned down at her and explained the situation. Ava and Harold were both laughing by the time I was done.
"That bitch has no idea what she's doing, does she?" Ava asked.
"Nope, but it's going to be fun to watch her try," I said mischievously.
My obvious glee made Ava pause and give me a strange look. I lifted an eyebrow and she shook her head. "I just never want to get on either yours or Emma's bad side. You guys are malicious."
I chuckled, "True, but we like you Ava. You're safe from our wrath."
Emma had made her way back over to us and she asked, "What about our wrath?"
Ava turned to her and explained, "Your pet was just reminding me to never get between the two of you."
Emma laughed, "That's true."
I felt a weighted gaze fall on me and I looked up to see Darrin staring at me and I blushed. He began to make his way towards our small group, but Mistress Nikki cut him off. I think she was explaining the situation to him and after a moment he glanced back over at me before nodding in agreement to whatever the other domme had said. He joined us a few minutes later.
By way of greeting, he said, "Nikki has explained the situation to me and asked that I help keep things civil."
Emma relaxed noticeably, and turned to him with a smile. "Thank you, Darrin."
"It's no problem," he said, smiling fondly at us.
I noticed a disturbance by the door and looked up to meet the butch's eyes across the room. I tensed and softly said, "She's here." Everyone turned to watch as the butch made her way to us, followed by several people who had obviously arrived with her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emma adopt a deceptively relaxed posture. She smirked at the butch as she approached.
"Look at this, she's all wrapped up for me like a present," the butch said smirking at Emma.
"This was just to make sure we started on even footing," Emma said, returning the smirk. "I see that you haven't learned your lesson about poaching another domme's property."
The woman glared at Emma. "I asked around about you. Apparently, you're just a bitch for hire. Well, I think your career is about to end, Bonita."
I had to grit my teeth at the butch's insult to prevent myself from spewing out the insults I wanted to say. Instead, I lowered my eyes and adopted a submissive posture, trusting Emma to take care of it. She just laughed at the other domme and said, "If that's what you think, then we should do this properly. We can hold this little challenge on the stage in full view of the rest of the club."
"Fine, but when I've made your little bitch kneel, you will regret turning this into a public scene," she snarled.
Emma gave the other an evil grin, "Fine. Darrin, will you please ask Mistress Nikki to join us. I believe she will want to referee this little battle."
"Of course, Bonita," Darrin agreed smoothly, walking away.
The butch gave Emma a questioning look. "Nikki is the manager of this club," Emma explained.
"Perfect, I will enjoy humiliating you in front of your boss," the butch said with a grin.
Emma didn't respond, she just stepped up onto the stage and opened the cage. She looked into my eyes for a minute, silently asking if I was ok. I nodded and stepped out of the cage. The butch immediately stepped onto the stage, putting me between herself and Emma.
When Darrin and Nikki joined us a moment later she quietly asked for the butch's name, before turning to the gathered audience. She raised her voice to be heard throughout the room. "We have a special treat for you all tonight. Mistress Bonita and Mistress Patty are going to battle for the submissive, Rachel." She paused as the audience cheered. She turned to the two dommes and said, "Here are the rules: You may not touch each other. You will only touch the slave on her exposed skin. No punishment may leave any mark on the sub that would last past this evening. You may bind her wrists together, but she is not to be bound in any other way. The first to make the slave kneel and accept a collar is the winner and will own all rights to the submissive. Do you both agree?"
"Yes, Nikki," Emma said immediately.
Patty took another moment as she thought about her options before she said, "I agree."
Nikki turned to me, "Rachel, what is your safe word?"
"It's red, Mistress," I said projecting to be heard throughout the room.
Nikki nodded and turned back to Emma and Patty, "Did you hear that?" They both nodded and she continued, "If the slave uses her safe word, you will immediately stop what you are doing. If you don't, you will be removed from the club and never allowed to return. Do you understand?" They both indicated that they did, and Nikki gestured to a table that had been brought onto the stage. "Good, now these are the toys you may use for this challenge. Do either of you have any questions?" Neither of them did and Nikki issued her final order. "Please place your collars on the table and you may begin. This will only end when Rachel kneels, or you both admit defeat and you each lose any claim on her."
Patty moved to the table first, pulling a leather collar from her back pocket to set it down. Emma stepped up to me and whispered, "I love you, Rachel," as she unbuckled my collar.
I immediately felt naked without it, but I steeled my spine and whispered, "I love you too, Em."
Emma gave me a small smile before turning to place her collar on the table. I moved to stand in the center of the stage watching both dommes, my head held high. I knew how this was going to end, but I was a little nervous about what would happen before then. Patty turned away from her perusal of the items on the table to study me. Her eyes narrowed when I met her gaze, but she hesitated.