16 comments/ 106819 views/ 29 favorites A Mistress Submits to Hated Rival By: TheDarkCloud There is a most exclusive club in Los Angeles called "The D Club". You won't find it on any maps or street directories because for most people it does not exist. It is situated in the disused underground level of a famous hotel and the members pay well to be left alone by the hotel. There are only 36 members, they are all extremely rich women who are real life dominatrix. All their slaves and submissives are men and they must undergo a rigorous process before they are allowed to serve a Mistress in the club. These women are rich and sadistic - a dangerous mixture. This story concerns two of the most outstanding figures in the club, two of the strongest, hardest, most dominant women you could ever meet and how one of them had to submit the other. Mistress Elizabeth was nearly six feet tall, in her late thirties and has a very upright poise to herself that is explained by the fact that she was for over a decade an international supermodel. Born in England she has kept the very posh accent of the very rich. With a slim figure, long legs and beautiful long dark hair she looks every bit a goddess to be worshipped. But her attitude and demeanour is every bit as ugly as her looks are nice. She is bad tempered, snaps at people and treats them like shit. Her small band of male subs love it but it is no act she saves for them and tends to treat everybody as just being there for her and has fallen out with many a person, in the club and out with. A woman of substance she owns her own mansion in the richest area of the city and keeps five slaves with her. There is a distinct cruel streak to Elizabeth that she relishes unleashing on her slaves. Mistress Lucy was in many ways a total contrast to Elizabeth. She was very short, had long, jet black hair and had striking Asian good looks of a Chinese girl in her mid twenties. Not much was known about her background but she was very well off and wore some hugely expensive S & M outfits. She was by a long way the most sadistic and brutal of all the Mistresses and even some of the other Mistresses winced at her treatment of her male subs. In their own ways Elizabeth and Lucy were the two most disliked and feared Mistresses in the club and it was no surprise that they quickly established a real enmity between themselves. It happened within a week of Lucy joining the club when Elizabeth made a really condescending and racist remark to Lucy as if she were mere staff at the club. Lucy fired back with every expletive and curse she knew and finished by spitting in Elizabeth's face and it took five other Dommes to keep them apart. But no-one left the club as a result of the incident, they were paying too much to be kicked out. That incident was the beginning of a year of snide comments and actions, name calling and upstaging and they did everything but get physical with each other. The others tired of it real quick and would have given anything for the two of them to either get over it or leave. Then one of them came up with a cunning idea to at least halve their problem. There is legend in Domme folklore of contests between two Mistresses who have an irresolvable dispute, where by the loser must agree to serve as submissive to the winner. None of the other members of the club had ever come across this situation but the more they thought and discussed it the more the idea grew until they were committed to trying to get it underway. Basically one of the contestants had to challenge the other and put it to a panel of their peers to determine the challenge and the conspirators set about the set-up with vigour. Those that were in any way close or on speaking terms with either Elizabeth or Lucy began to get in their ear a little more and stoke the flames of anger and resentment between them. They decided that Lucy, being younger and with a temper, was the best bet to make the initial challenge and her colleague dropped the concept of the challenge to her and built up the idea of taking on Elizabeth. And Lucy being the brash, confident young woman she was could not see herself losing to Elizabeth and could only envisage having that stuck up bitch as her slave. An alluring prospect for her. So it came to pass that one hot Summer, Saturday evening Lucy approached a PVC clad Mistress Elizabeth and slapped her viciously across the cheek and spat the word "Challenge" out at her. Elizabeth knew her myths and seized the glove from Lucy and slapped her back just as hard and said "Challenge Accepted." The wheels were in motion and one of these strong, powerful Dominants was going to be humiliated and humbled as a result. The panel of peers consisted of nine fellow Dommes from the club and their rules for the challenge were clear. They had considered having the two fight until one submitted but did not deem that this was appropriate for the club. So the challenge was that each Mistress would be given a male target. Someone well known in the city. They would then be given three months to seduce them and bring them to the club. On that given night the Mistress would need to induct the male celebrity into the club as a submissive and take them as far down the initiation process for subs as they could get them. This process would take place before the other Mistresses but not their immediate competitor so whoever went second would not know their target to beat. Those rules of initiation for new male submissives were as follows : 1. To strip naked before his Mistress and kneel before her. 2. To lick his Mistresses shoes upon command. 3. To be caned 12 times by his Mistress. 4. To on command suck the cock of a fellow male sub. 5. To consent to being fucked by his Mistress with a 12" strap-on. 6. To consent to being branded with the clubs logo permanently on their backside. 7. If both subs meet all these criteria the Mistresses will decide further challenges on the night. The rules explained, Mistress Elizabeth was given her target – a famous Actor that lived in the city and had a well publicised marriage to a beautiful TV Star and the two were vaunted for the happiness of their marriage. Lucy's target was a well known Sportsman with a huge reputation as a womaniser and a playboy. The three months began..... Three months later and neither Mistress had been seen at the club since, no doubt eagerly working on their target. Their absence a happy side effect of the challenge that pleased the other members no end. At 7:30pm exactly Mistress Lucy strode through the entrance hall and into the designated room for the culmination of the challenge. She was followed by a man on his knees with a gimp mask on and naked except for a pair of black rubber shorts (that showed up so well against his dark athletic, muscled body), Lucy led him in and stopped him in the centre of the room on a studded collar and leash. Mistress Elizabeth was booked from 9:30 onwards. Mistress Sadie had agreed to chair the challenge and as the other Mistresses hushed and sat in their chairs to view this there was a definite air of excitement and anticipation. The throng hushed and Sadie handed the floor to Lucy. Lucy strutted confidently to centre stage. She looked a million bucks wearing a shiny black outfit that pressed her small, pert tits up and narrowed her waist massively. Her legs were almost totally encompassed by the longest thigh high, black, leather boots imaginable. They had stiletto heels that boosted her height significantly. "Slave!" she barked, "Take off the mask! Quickly!" The kneeling submissive nervously fiddled with the object that obscured his face and unclipped it and pulled it off to reveal the famous Basketball star. He looked far different from his normal public demeanour where he was often photographed with a wide smile and surrounded by a bevy of scantily clad beauties. Now the normally proud sportsman knelt nearly naked and could not even bring himself to raise his eyes to meet those of Lucy or any of the assembled Mistresses. He knelt at her feet, hunched over awaiting her next command. "Take off those shorts, dog! Quickly!" barked Mistress Lucy. The superstar slave quickly peeled off the tight rubber shorts and there was a collective gasp form the other Mistresses when his huge, flaccid dick sprang into view. Even in this form it had to be 11 inches long. Lucy addressed her fellow Dommes "As you can see this pathetic fool is very well endowed. He used to be proud of it but not any more, eh slave?" He looked up to answer but before her could utter a word she had kicked him in his scrotum and he slouched, winded onto his side at her feet. "As you're down there slave get licking my shoes so I can pass the second part of your test." He cowered on the floor before the slight Asian Dominatrix and slowly stuck his tongue out and began to submissively lap at her long, black boots. First, curling his pink tongue around the toe area and slowly tracing it back to lick at the heels. Every inch of her boots were licked as she stood menacingly over him and once done she ordered him to lick her boot's soles, which he did unquestioningly. It was quite the erotic sight for the watching throng as this highly paid, well known hulk of a man obeyed his tiny (in comparison) Mistress. She certainly seemed to have him well trained. A fact betrayed by the evil sneer adorning her face. "Does that satisfy the first two tests?" asked Lucy mockingly. A nod from Mistress Sadie indicated that it did and Lucy progressed to the next test. She was confident this wimp would do them all as she demanded, not in the slight bit amazed at what she had done to him in the short time she had known him. Men were weak and pathetic fools and a strong Mistress could usually tame them, and she had found that she was an exceedingly strong minded woman. She enjoyed humiliating and degrading men but the thought of having that stuck up cunt Elizabeth at her mercy was a enticing and powerful one that had driven her on over the last few months. No thoughts of losing had entered her mind. She ordered the big athlete to his feet and over to a whipping horse situated in the centre of the room for this challenge. He obediently draped his long, black body over the structure and Lucy strapped his arms over it and his ankles to it's bottom. "I am going to thrash you with this cane (she slashed it down millimetres from his head) and you will count each stroke and thank me after each one. Understand?" He gulped imperceptibly and spoke "Yes Mistress" in a much softer voice than he normally used to shout his court side interviews with. Before the last word was all the way out Lucy had brought the thick bamboo cane down violently across his exposed arse with a noise that made even the other Dominants wince as they heard it. "O-one....T-Thank you Mistress." The eleven further strokes with the cane that followed seemed to get progressively louder and harder and by the time the last struck the slave was nearly passed out as he gave his thank you. Lucy had a grin from ear to ear – this was going so well. But the next test was one that a lot thought she may fail on. This superstar was a self confessed lover of women. He treated them mean and they stayed keen. He seemed to have a different lady for each day of the week. Many of the other Mistresses doubted even Mistress Lucy could have him voluntarily suck another man's cock. Lucy left him strapped to the horse and left the room momentarily, coming back with a fat, greasy, sub called Cameron. He was one of Mistress Lucy's usual slaves and the other Mistresses were used to seeing him treated like shit by her. He was everything that the basketball player was not – ugly, unfit, unattractive, with a small dick, he really was a pathetic specimen. As she ordered Cameron to stand to the side, she untied her new slave and pushed him to his knees before Cameron. "Why don't you show everyone how devoted you are to your Mistress by having a nice long suck on this slave's cock" demanded Lucy and to the amazement of the rest , without hesitation he opened his large mouth and engulfed Cameron's growing penis. He looked like he was hating every second of doing this but still he sucked at the fat guy until he was hard in his mouth. Lucy reached down and started to play with his big, black cock until he too was aroused and she spoke for everyone to hear "Let him cum in your mouth Bitch." Again his eyes betrayed him but his obedient body responded and when the fat guy's cock began to pulse in his mouth he braced himself and accepted his sticky seed into his mouth and a little dribbled down his chin. "Well done slave" stated Lucy and without further ado she kneed the still standing Cameron right in his nuts and commanded him out of the room. As he pulled his damaged body away Lucy turned again to her new celebrity slave "You know what's coming now Bitch, you'd better not let me down." She pulled the strap on dildo from a black canvas bag and began to fix it to her crotch as he knelt there motionless as cum hardened on his face. The dildo was intimidating and would have rivalled his mammoth weapon between his legs and as Lucy dripped some lube onto the plastic phallus she ordered him to get onto his hands and knees and to present his arse to her. When he did that she knew this next test would be a breeze. Lucy looked an amazing sight as she stood over the bent over sports star, the huge veiny, black plastic cock jutting out obscenely from her crotch. In her high pitched, slightly Chinese accented voice she addressed her new slave. "So you like to suck cock do you? You are a cocksucking slave are you? Come on tell me what you are?" "I-I am a-a cocksucker Mistress" was the faltering reply she received. "Well that must make you a bitch then doesn't it. To be more precise MY BITCH! Therefore you will want me to ram this up your arsehole don't you Bitch! Tell me you want it. Tell me!" "P-Please Mistress fuck my ass." Without further ado Mistress Lucy got to her knees behind him and roughly manoeuvred the lubricated dildo to his behind and squeezed it's plastic helmet into his tight hole, bringing a anguished grimace from the slave. Once that was in she quickly forced the rest of the dildo inside him and began to pound back and forth inside him. As she fucked him she slapped his ass dismissively. Pretty much everyone in the room was loving the sight of a dominant woman taking this womaniser as no doubt he had taken many bimbos before. How, they all wondered had Mistress Lucy conquered him into such a state of submission? Her long dark hair flowed wildly behind her as she increased the pace and the grunts and groans that came from him indicated a mixture of pain and pleasure was being enjoyed by the sub. She fucked him like that for over ten minutes and as she pulled out of him with an audible pop he collapsed on the floor, spent. He lay there gasping from the butt fucking he had just taken as Mistress Lucy smoothed her hair and outfit back to being immaculate and asked him very clearly if he was willing to submit to being branded with the clubs mark. He only gave two words as answer "Yes Mistress." So the self heating branding iron was brought forward and with a smile Lucy pressed it onto his taut, firm black buttocks. With that he was forever branded with the mark of The "D Club" and Lucy looked rightly proud of herself. Mistress Sadie congratulated her and informed her that Mistress Elizabeth would be tested next and if she failed to match Lucy's effort, Lucy would be determined the winner of the challenge and take full control of her rival. If, however, Mistress Elizabeth were to match Lucy then they would both be recalled for a sudden death decider challenge. Lucy strutted out of the room on her high heels, dragging her collared sub behind her confident that she could not lose and already thinking of what she would do to that stuck up English bitch once she controlled her. * * * * * Mistress Elizabeth's entrance to the again hushed room some fifteen minutes later was nothing if not dramatic. Wearing an incredibly slinky black PVC cat-suit that was skin tight showing her amazing figure she strode into the room followed by a figure covered in a blanket. Under the glare of the spotlight she whisked off the blanket and the assembled Mistresses viewed her new slave. There was no denying how stunning Mistress Elizabeth looked, her natural height and grace added to her high heels making her tower over her cowering companion. And him that famous actor, in what the tabloids described as a dream marriage standing for all the world a hopeless submissive. But the ball gag he had jammed in his mouth could not hide his matinee idol looks and the leather belt outfit that webbed out over his torso could not hide his chiselled physique and the tight rubber briefs only enhanced his tanned legs. He was one of the beautiful people indeed. "On your knees slave, you are before your superiors here and will treat them with the respect they deserve" , a comment not without irony from Mistress Elizabeth given the aloof manner she adopted with most of the other Mistresses in the club, as if they were not worthy of speaking to her. The famous actor dropped to his bare knees besides his Mistress and most in the audience were wondering if his equally famous and beautiful wife knew where he was right now. Elizabeth ruffled his fine mane of hair playfully and released his mouth from it's bondage. His torso wear followed suit and when she peeled the rubber briefs off everyone was delighted to note that they were the ones with an inbuilt anal plug. She cast them aside and slipped a black collar around his thick neck to show she had collared him. She was as confident as Lucy of victory. So how had Elizabeth commandeered this fine specimen of manhood? Actually, it had been relatively simple, her money had bought her way into the parties of the rich and famous and with one of her subs along to distract and seduce his star girlfriend she wriggled her way into his affections. Once she had his attention he was easily broken to her will, in common with many artistes he had a pronounced feminine or softer side that she exploited with her hard domineering nature and before too long she had him wrapped around her slender fingers. She was not aware how that poison midget Lucy had done before her but was confident this pathetic worm would do all the challenges and so would be victorious. The first three were done with ease, the actor kneeling, licking her boots and heels and taking a solid caning with no sign off any reluctance. She was easier on her slave than Mistress Lucy had been before her, her strokes not carrying the force of her opponents. When it came to the forth test he seemed positively eager to please his Mistress as she supplied a tall athletic model that served her usually and the actor knelt and accepted his cock in his mouth with no reluctance. Almost as if he did so on a regular basis thought the other Mistresses as he expertly pleased the cock with his soft actor's mouth. He had no problem swallowing the cum that was shot into his mouth to finish. Elizabeth's strap on dildo was a long, thin affair and he looked almost desperate to receive it and they spent the next fifteen minutes rutting like wild animals in front of their audience. He was doing very well. He accepted the brand on his ass as well but took it deep in the cleft of his buttocks so as not to be obvious. As the branding iron left his ass Elizabeth beamed a big smile to Mistress Sadie almost saying "well did I win?" "Summon Mistress Lucy from next door" was all Sadie said as she stood. The two kinkily clad dominatrix's stood side by side barely able to keep glowering and sneering at each other wondering just exactly who had won. "It is my duty to inform both of you that the contest has been drawn" spoke Sadie, noticing the look of relief and disappointment pass over both their faces, "Therefore to determine the winner of the challenge we will further test your new slaves devotion to you. You will immediately go and fetch them from their holding cells and take them back here. Here they will he strung up by their wrists to the restraints hanging from the ceiling, once in position we will attach slipknots around their cock and balls and will then tie a 5 Kilo weight to each. Whoever's slave asks for their release first will be deemed the loser. Once the loser has been determined she will immediately become totally subservient to the other Mistress." A Mistress Submits to Hated Rival Both Lucy and Elizabeth went to fetch their respective slaves knowing that the next few minutes could seriously affect the rest of their lives. The Dommes collected their charges and brought them back to the room with almost desperate warnings for them to last out the longest. They had mere seconds to tell them the rules but not the consequences as the slaves were quickly attached to the wrist restraints and the tight knots slipped round their most tender parts. Mistress Sadie told Lucy and Elizabeth to stand back and to say nothing more only to watch on as their fates were decided. Two of the other Mistresses brought out the weights and carefully connected them to the rope still holding them up so no strain was on their balls as yet. Mistress Sadie addressed both slaves "Do you know the rules of this? You can stop this and have the weight removed from your balls at any point, you just have to say the word submit out loud. By doing that you will be released but whoever says it first their Mistress will be deemed the loser. OK?" both men nodded apprehensively, ready to bear the strain. At a nod from Sadie the two Mistresses dropped the weights and the sportsman and actors nuts suddenly were under considerable pressure. The thin ropes went unbelievably taut as the weights strained to reach the floor. Both slaves maintained a cool face but as each second passed their faces changed more and more uncomfortably. A quick glance at Elizabeth and Lucy showed they were feeling it mentally if not physically . And then all of a sudden as the room was in silence a male voice shouted out "Nooooo, it's too much I submit, I submit, let me go..........." As soon as the words were out all the faces turned to see the reaction of Mistress Elizabeth as it was her actor slave who had squealed them. She looked dazed and sunned and stammered in her plumy English voice. The two slaves were released from their bonds and weights and everyone turned to see Mistress Lucy with the biggest, cruellest grin right across her face. She stared at Elizabeth as a hungry cat would stare at a mouse with two broken legs. Before anything was said Mistress Sadie walked across to them and addressed the loser. "By the terms of your agreement Elizabeth (no mention of Mistress now) you have lost the Mistresses challenge and as a result you must serve as Mistress Lucy's slave for the agreed period of one week. You must obey her completely and submissively for that period, failure to do so will see you expelled from the club and every other one in America. Now you will strip naked and I will hand you over to your Mistress." The words were spoken sharply and harshly, this stuck up bitch was no longer her equal and wanted her to know it. Mistress Sadie relished speaking to her like this in front of the rest and was gratified to see the temporarily dumb struck woman obey and peel off her cat suit and boots to reveal her stunning figure to everyone. Mistress Sadie turned to Lucy who could hardly contain her glee and enthusiasm to take possession of her new slave. "Mistress Lucy under the terms of your challenge you have won and will now have Elizabeth as your slave to command for the next seven days. While you can do as you wish with and to her you will be responsible enough to cause no excess physical damage to your charge. If you do, you too will be banned from the club and it's sister ones. Do you agree to this?" Lucy hurriedly answered yes obviously distracted with thoughts of what delights the next week held. "In that case then I can officially hand your new slave over to you, this bitch is yours." Mistress Sadia backed off but no-one left the room, they were all anxious to view proceedings. All except the actor who shuffled off and into the night knowing this wasn't good. Lucy strode across to Elizabeth and stood before her staring up into the taller woman's proud eyes. "Get on your knees you worthless cunt! You will never again look down your nose at me as if you are superior. I intend to show you over the next week exactly how pathetic you actually are. That's it on you knees before me. Are you scared Bitch?" Elizabeth just shot the little Asian a look of hatred but paid for it with a hard slap across her cheek and the instruction to answer and to call her Mistress. On her knees and embarrassed in front of what used to be her peers Elizabeth dropped her head slightly and addressed Lucy for the first time as her Mistress. It was the first step on the road to submission and they both knew it. Elizabeth seemed shocked and stunned at losing, she had been so confident of success and that it would be the young Asian woman who she would enjoy dominating for a week and now here she was on her knees, bowing before her and calling her "Mistress", how humiliating. But it was just the start for the proud and arrogant posh Dominatrix – Mistress Lucy was to have a profound effect on her. For now though one of Lucy's usual male subs came forth upon command with a large trolley that was covered with a black material and had a large black chest atop it. Lucy smiled as she dipped her hand into the chest forgetting to berate the male as she normally did so excited she was with her new submissive. Her hand emerged from the chest holding a thick black collar with a large silver ring coming out the front of it. Everyone in the room knew what it was, what it signified and exactly where the younger woman was going to place it. She looked down at her rival mockingly and sarcastically asked "Will this fit, I wonder?" She swept Elizabeth's beautiful long, dark hair to the side and slipped the leather collar around her neck, clipping it into place nice and tight. Elizabeth wanted to remonstrate, to block it from happening but she found herself unable to muster the will to do so and soon she was Mistress Lucy's collared submissive. Lucy addressed everyone in the room "You know I am so happy with my new male slave (pointing at the recovering basketball player), he has really pleased me, I think he should be rewarded, Slut! You will pleasure him orally while we watch." Her words were full of dominant force and intent and the smiling man walked over to them, his balls still sore from their weight ordeal. Elizabeth was in uncharted territory, taking instructions from another Dominant was one thing but men were viewed by the members of the club as a sub species, so far below them as to barely warrant thought. To give one, and one who was branded as a sub of the club as well, a blow job before the other members would be a dire humiliation for her and her standing. And yet her Mistress had commanded it (Wait a minute did she just refer to Lucy as her Mistress??????! No she would never be that, this was just a charade). As he got closer his massive cock slowly got more and more rigid and from her position on her knees Elizabeth could not take her eyes off it, even if she did obey her so-called Mistress there seemed no way that thing would fit inside her mouth. Yet when he halted inches in front of her and Mistress Lucy snapped out an order of "Suck it Bitch", Elizabeth automatically opened her mouth to it's widest and allowed the thick, black cock entry with no resistance. Once it was in her mouth she took as much as she could handle and managed to work her squashed tongue on the underside and breathe though her nose as he thrust it slowly back and forth in her stuffed mouth. She actually found it was more pleasant than she had expected and slowly her tongue found more space and purchase and worked on the thick meat, seemingly unaware that she was not reacting as a female dominant should have. She wasn't humiliated or degraded more she was beginning to enjoy this. "Stop!" commanded Mistress Lucy brusquely , "I want you to finish off by masturbating over her until you cum on her face OK?" The sportsman had been enjoying his blow job so much that he was reluctant to pull away from it but one glance at the hard bitch that owned him told him to do what she said. He did so and within minutes he came, shooting his thick, sticky, white semen all over her classical face. There was so much it blitzed her face and as he stood back ,cum hung and dripped from her hair, her eye lids, her nose, mouth and chin. There were a lot of women in that room gratified to see her like that, none more so than her new Mistress who took handcuffs from the chest and as the cum dripped from her face cuffed Elizabeth's wrists behind her back. The cover was removed from the trolley to reveal a low, thin mesh cage in it and Lucy smartly bundled Elizabeth into it and refitted the cover. She then addressed the room. "As you have seen I have won the right to own our Posh friend for the next seven days. I intend to make her 100% compliant and obedient to me, her Mistress and I invite you all to be here one week from today to see the results", she then left with the sportsman pushing the trolley. One week passed and there had been sign of Lucy or Elizabeth at the club. The place was abuzz with rumours and stories but no-one really knew what had happened only that after last weeks show, this week was unmissable. The male subs were left in the main area and the club members crowded into the same room as last weeks action awaiting their arrival. Lucy arrived at nine dead on and marched imperiously into the room, she was followed by Elizabeth on her hands and knees being led in on a collar and leash. The constant sneer and superior look that was a permanent fixture on Elizabeth's face was gone and in it's place was a pathetic worship of the woman leading her, but that too was barely visible as she kept her eyes lowered staring at the floor. She was still stark naked and you got definite impression she had been so since losing the challenge. Bar the collar she had no restraints keeping her in place. True to her word there was no sign of any marks on her body, Lucy had used other means to fully conquer this once dominant woman. Lucy herself was clad in a spectacular leather outfit, a tight corset showing off a cleavage she normally didn't possess and hotpants that displayed her luscious legs on high heeled boots. She stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by the other dommes, basking in their gaze before speaking. "Kneel there slave until I command you!" "Yes, Mistress Lucy" the soft reply. "As you all can no doubt see I have broken our colleague here, who was until so recently proud and arrogant and thought so little of us. I assure you I have shown her the error of her ways and as we have two hours left before her forfeit is over I will let you all see how obedient my little bitch now is. So to begin slave why don't you address these women and tell them exactly what you are, and be sure to speak up or you will be punished." Elizabeth knelt there and falteringly began to speak in an apologetic voice, never once lifting her eyes to meet those of her audience. "I have to apologise to the club and it's members. For some time now I have masqueraded as a dominant Mistress but this past week I have been shown by Mistress Lucy that I am nothing of the sort. I have learned that I am a mere submissive, fit only to serve a real Dominant and be treated as she sees fit. I thank my Mistress for showing me that this is true and for disciplining me when I have stepped out of line. I exist only to serve her with my whore mind, my slut body and my submissive soul and they are her's entirely to use and abuse as she determines." Lucy listened with a grin on her face at this statement while the other Mistresses watched with a mixture of disbelief, admiration and glee. "To further show this worthless servant slut's worthlessness" continued Lucy, "Elizabeth has agreed to put on an exhibition for the other Mistresses here and now. You are invited to bring through any of your male slaves that you wish and Elizabeth will willingly service them with her mouth. To start things off I have provided three of my own male subs with her to pleasure, you decide if any of your own slaves are worthy." Three pathetic looking slaves came forward on command and with some re-arranging off limbs by them they managed to fill Elizabeth's mouth with their cocks and began thrusting rapidly either in it or over it. This presented a small dilemma to the watching Mistresses. To let their male slaves fuck a woman would be too much like reward for them and they certainly should not get that. But to see the high and mighty Mistress Elizabeth have to service these worthless men would surely be the most humiliating thing she could do. In all forty five guys were serviced by Elizabeth over the hour and a half. She sucked them off willingly, desperate to please Mistress Lucy her previous role in this club long forgotten, and by the time the last was led away she was dipping in slave cum. Her face covered in it, leaking it humiliatingly onto the floor. "Did you enjoy that slave?" "Yes Mistress Lucy. Thank you." "Good. Now fellow members as my allotted time for ownership of this slut is coming to an end I intend to see it out by fucking her with this." At this statement Mistress Lucy produced the longest, thickest dildo that any of them had seen, it was obscene in dimensions. It jutted out of Lucy like a third leg and dwarfed the one she had used on the sportsman last week. She thrust it's helmet into Elizabeth's cum covered mouth and she managed to get as much of it covered in cum as possible before Mistress Lucy rolled her onto all fours, knelt behind her and inserted it into her pussy. It slipped in bit by bit but even as it rammed home much was still left showing half the shaft. Then she began to fuck Elizabeth doggy style in front of the other Mistresses, pounding her with the strap-on and pulling back on her long hair like reigns. "That is time up!" announced Mistress Sadie after ten minutes of this extreme fuck, the week had passed and Mistress Elizabeth's forfeit had been passed. Lucy got up and stood behind her slave while Elizabeth lay panting on the floor, exhausted from being fucked like that. When she had regained her breath she spoke again, "I meant what I said earlier, I no longer consider myself a Mistress. I am a submissive and for as long as she wants me I will serve Mistress Lucy." A small gasp around the room, this was unexpected. "Then you will have to wear my mark slave" announced a triumphant Lucy, knowing this would make her a most respected Mistress within the club. And sure enough three days later when Lucy returned to the club Elizabeth became the first female submissive of the club and was branded with the club's emblem. But that paled in comparison to what had been tattooed on her model's back, as she did with her males slaves, Lucy had had the words "I AM MISTRESS LUCY'S BITCH" in big letters marked onto Elizabeth. Her new life as a submissive beckoned... *** Thanks for reading, please take the time to vote or post comments and remember this is a total work of fiction and any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental *** A Mistress Submits to Hated Rivals Mistress Lucy looked like hell on heels to Martin Prince. The diminutive Chinese Dominatrix was wearing her highest pair of black, high-heeled boots and was striding towards him with evil intentions. Martin, an overweight solicitor in his mid fifties, was totally defenceless, his hands cuffed behind his back, a ball gag rammed in his mouth, on his knees invitingly spread apart. Without breaking stride Mistress Lucy kicked her client full strength in his balls and smiled at his muffled screams. As he flopped pathetically onto his side and began to sob into his gag she turned on her heel and addressed the third person in the room, her personal Slave Elizabeth (formerly her great rival Mistress Elizabeth). "Slave get the TENS unit ready, I'll electrocute this fat bastard back to life!" The tall English woman, formerly so haughty herself, dropped her eyes as she nodded her head and moved to the back of the play room to look out the equipment. She was dressed in the sexiest short French maid's uniform imaginable and Mistress Lucy took a moment to watch her exit, enjoying the sight of her slaves bottom under that mini skirt as she moved. But when she turned around she recognised quickly that something was wrong. Martin wasn't moving any more. His eyes had rolled up and his pulse, upon inspection had stopped and despite her frantic efforts at CPR she could not revive him. As Elizabeth watched on Mistress Lucy had to admit the unpalatable fact that he had died of what seemed to be a heart attack. Suddenly the ultra confident, dominant little oriental was lost for what to do for the best, turning and looking at Elizabeth she instinctively knew that she wanted no-one beyond this room involved, not the police, not her male slaves, nobody else. And so it was that Lucy and Elizabeth manhandled his naked form back into his clothes and down to his car outside, then they drove, in the middle of the night to a rough area of town and dumped it there, positioning him behind the wheel. It took over three hours and Mistress and slave were shattered when they finally returned back to Mistress Lucy's Den. Lucy did not enjoy a good sleep that night, despite her tiredness, her dreams were filled with images and visions that haunted her as she failed to prevent herself imagining the worst possible scenarios unfolding on her. She woke early and her day started off badly by finding that Elizabeth was gone. The Asian was angry but supposed that last nights events had been to much for her posh, English slave and as she busied herself in cancelling all her appointments for that afternoon she supposed she was not as bothered as she should have been. She had had her pound of meat out of Elizabeth and perhaps this was as good a time as any to part. Lucy took a long, hot shower. She felt she required one after the events of last night. She stood under the hot spray and pulled her wet hair away from her head until it was right down her back and almost touching her bum. She took longer than usual to wash but felt all the better for it when she emerged, naked and dripping. Then her phone rang and she literally jumped out of her skin. It was her own private phone, one that not very many people had the number for. She was concerned until she read the caller display and saw the words "JAP WHORE". That threw her completely. It was the number of another Mistress from the Club, Mistress Miyoko, a Japanese Domme who the Chinese Mistress Lucy had a particular enmity with. They had shared numbers over a year ago when trading barbed insults in public was beneath them and the feud was really starting to take off. She considered ignoring it but decided she could do with getting a bit of venom out of her system. "Yes?! What is it?!" her voice sharp and impatient. The voice that replied was slow like treacle dripping off a spoon. "Oh Darling is that any way to speak to someone who can help you out?" Lucy did not like the sound of that but couldn't stop herself replying acidly. "You? How could you ever help me?" "I've got a 'friend' of yours here. Well maybe the term friend is misleading, more a former slave and she tells me you were up late last night." Miyoko didn't have to spell things out any further for her nemesis. Elizabeth had gone to the one person who hated Lucy more than she had. Obviously Elizabeth was too far down the road of slavery to deal with Lucy herself given her situation but she had gone to someone who wasn't. Lucy kept her calm as she considered her situation, her mind already racing as to how to get out of this. "Is that so?" her very no-commital answer. A little laugh at the other end of the phone then more words, spoken softly but with an unmistakable threat. "Don't play games with me Lucy. I have Elizabeth here, she has told me everything that happened yesterday and we have also returned to the car and moved it and planted a piece of evidence leaving no doubt he died in your dungeon. So we understand ourselves you dumb Chink if I decide to then you are going to be in a lot of trouble." Lucy did not doubt a word of what her rival said. Clearly Elizabeth had not been broken totally by her enslavement these past few months, there had still remained the old underlying feelings from her former English rival. She said nothing, holding the phone too tightly against her ear. "To keep your secret all you have to do is attend tonight's events at the Club as my slave, that is all. One night where you will do every single thing I demand of you and you will gratefully serve me in public before our peers." Mistress Lucy's silence spoke volumes to Mistress Miyoko. "What's the matter Chink? Not like you to be lost for words. Well you need only give me one -- yes or no?" "...yes..." "Good. You will wait at the entrance to the Club tonight at 8. You will be dressed as normal for a night at the Club and you will let no-one know that you are doing this against your will. Other than that you will obey me completely tonight or be visited by the police in the morning. Good bye...slave." * Lucy considered fleeing town but in the end she knew that would just make things look even worse. Besides she would not put it past her Japanese rival to be watching her home for just such a move and to inform on her then. No flight was not a good option, besides her whole life was here, she had built up a clientele, a business and a reputation that it would take years to achieve anywhere else. No, it was clear that she only had one real course of action however much it stuck in her throat. She prepared as normal that night for an evening at the Club. Well that wasn't strictly true, this time she could not spend the hour or two that she got showered and dressed goading Elizabeth about how used to be the pre-eminant Domme before being beaten in competition by the small Chinese Mistress then broken and transformed into her slave. Lucy gave a wan smile to herself in the mirror remembering all the cruel and perverse things she had inflicted on the once proud English woman. But there was the irony. In all likelihood she would be in Elizabeth's position that night, forced to serve a hated enemy. She was naked at that point, having just showered and added plenty of powder after towelling off (Damn that English bitch, she should have been here to do that!) she stood before her full length mirror and admired her reflection. She had a petite, lightly tanned body with perfect, pert tits and a tiny, firm ass. It broke all her rules of life, a life she had fought and scratched through to get where she was, hundreds of sacrifices, to hand this body into the possession of another. Man or woman she did not submit to anybody. She dropped her eyes, unable to meet her own disapproving gaze. Miyoko! Why did it have to be her? Lucy swore to herself that somehow she would get revenge on whatever indignities she was about to endure. With this vow made and having convinced herself she felt slightly better as she started to get dressed. She wore all black. A simple, impossibly narrow corset that pushed up her breasts and exposed most of her back. Black leather shorts. Black fishnets. Thigh high black leather boots. She pulled her hair back severely into a long, straight ponytail. Finally she was ready. She so did not want to do this. They met her outside the Club. It was cold and dark as Lucy stepped out of her chauffeur driven limo and it headed off, she was called to by a nearby car. She recognised the voice immediately as that of Mistress Miyoko. She stood next to the door looking down and into it, eager to get away from such a public place. The Japanese girl knew this only too well. "Well bitch I see you turned up. Good! However, I've changed my mind about your attire, here take this and pop into the alley there and change into it." All she handed Lucy was a leather gimp mask. Lucy held it and looked at it, turned it over expecting there to be something else. "But? What is..? Where?" Mikoko frowned and got out of her car to stand right up before Lucy. They were both really short and it was almost comical when Elizabeth also emerged from the car to tower over both while wearing her frilly French Maid's outfit. Miyoko delivered a stinging opened hand slap to her Chinese counterpart and virtual spat out her retort. "Already you waste my time slut! I told you to obey me immediately and without question and already you prove yourself unworthy to be my slave. Slave Elizabeth, hand me my telephone, the police should be made aware of this felony." Lucy showed her horror at this and reached out to halt the dialling. Then she begged and pleaded. Pleaded! For her not to do this. It was the most humiliating moment of her life (but was very soon going to be beaten lots of times more). "Please! Ok! I'll do it! Look, here I go!" Miyoko's hand shot out and grabbed the departing Lucy's hair by her long ponytail. She jerked her to a halt. "No! That option no longer exists. If you want to do this to please me you will do it here, on the sidewalk. Go on, strip and put only this on. Then we shall enter the Club together." The Club was on a discrete side street and the only passers by were denizens on their way into the Adult entertainment arena but a few were already eyeing this strange Asian gathering. Lucy had never wanted to hit someone so badly as just then but she was a smart woman and knew she was left with little choice but to do as she was instructed. Carefully keeping her sharp face as devoid of emotion as possible. She removed everything and handed it into Elizabeth's outstretched hands (oh she would make her former slave pay for this). Then Lucy pulled the gimp mask onto her head completely blinding her. For the first time in many years the severe Domme felt the faint stirrings of fear. "Get on your knees bitch, you will be crawling into the Club like the dog you are!" Reluctantly Lucy dropped onto her hands and knees and crawled towards where she thought the entrance was. Her only saving grace for the moment was the mask over her face hid who she was but she did not believe for a second that the Jap would not reveal that before too long. The pavement was wet and cold and she could hear snickering behind her from Miyoko and also from others. "Who's your new pet Miyoko?" asked someone also entering the Club. "You'll see soon enough, I have a special show planned. Hey watch out you dumb bitch, you were nearly in the dog shit there! Don't want you stinking the Club up further!" Lucy crawled on, hating every minute of this. Eventually the temperature went up and she knew she was inside the club. Here Miyoko fastened a leash to the collar and now led her forward into the main area of the Club. She had a stage booked for a show, something that many of the Mistresses did when they obtained new slaves. Miyoko handed the leash to Elizabeth and allowed the English slave to lead her masked pet up the ramp to the stage. Most in the audience recognised the former Mistress and wondered at her participation in this, after all didn't she belong to Mistress Lucy and didn't Mistress Lucy hate Mistress Miyoko more than just about anyone else? Elizabeth stopped centre stage with her 'pet' kneeling by her side. Miyoko walked serenely up to them and leaned down to hiss at Lucy's covered ear. "We are centre stage in the Club, I have my riding crop and I am going to strike you with it until you reach up of your own volition and pull off the mask to show everybody here that you are my slave tonight. So you understand? I will not stop for anything other than you removing the mask yourself. So really if you are strong willed enough there is no need for anyone to know that you are here, is there? But know this you yellow skinned slut, once the mask is off I will humiliate you mercilessly before these people!" And with that the Japanese Domme lashed her crop down perfectly on Lucys narrow, pale ass cheeks. Lucy bit her lip as the first stroke connected. She was a smart woman and knew there was no value in not unmasking as soon as possible, she had seen enough of the Japanese Mistress in action, seen her break men and women easily, to know that eventually there would be no other choice but for her to unmask. Still even with that knowledge Lucy allowed her rival several shots before finally accepting the inevitable and holding her hand up, indicating that Miyoko stop. .By this point a large crowd had gathered around the stage to witness this rather strange event and they were even more puzzled that the usually brutal Japanese Mistress stopped at this signal and actually smiled as she stepped back. But all was about to be revealed. Lucy gulped, knowing that this moment would finish her in the Club, in this city, but what choice did she have. Her hands came up to her face, hooked in the bottom of the face mask and slowly peeled it off, shaking her head free and finally staring out at what seemed a sea of faces as she was revealed as Mistress Miyoko's slave for the night. A loud gasp went up as she was unveiled (at her own hand, no less), some were shocked and stunned, some flabbergasted but all were completely delighted by the sight. "Slave you will kiss my boots!" demanded the Japanese Domme. It was the ultimate pay off for many in the Club to watch Mistress Lucy kneel there and lean forward and awkwardly plant a small kiss on the tip of Mistress Miyoko's leather jackboot. "No you stupid slave, not like that!" Miyoko shrieked as she reached down, grabbed the top of Lucy's hair and wrenched it up. "That was pathetic! You will make amends by cleaning the whole of my boots with your tongue! Immediately! Getting licking you useless dog!" Lucy could have cried with frustration at the hopelessness of her situation. She brought herself to look up and stare at the crowd viewing her. There were so many faces she had insulted or dominated or humiliated out there enjoying her denouement. Miyoko flicked her boot again, getting impatient. Lucy opened her mouth and extended her tongue and began to reluctantly lick the length and breadth of her foes boots. "That's it you Chinky slut! Make sure you get the soles, I think I trod in some dog shit outside!" That was a good line and one that the audience realised would really show how serious this all was. Well they saw when Miyoko lifted her boot and Lucy, extremely reluctant or not, twisted her head so that she could lick the soles of the Japanese woman's boots. There was a ripple of applause for that and Miyoko gave a little curtsey and then lifted the other boot for Lucy to similarly clean. Lucy blocked out the grimy taste off the boots but the mere thought of what she was doing so publicly broke her spirit completely and her proud, straight shoulders slumped a fact not lost on either Miyoko or Elizabeth. As Mikoko stood over the broken Chinese Mistress she posed with her foor on the back of Lucy's back and head so everyone could take pictures with their phones and cameras, while she did this she ordered Elizabeth to go and get a canvas bag from the back of the stage. It contained to large strap on dildo's in harnesses and Miyoko instructed Elizabeth to remove them then show them to Lucy before strapping one of them on. Miyoko neatly slipped into the other one and seconds later the Chinese woman and the English woman stood over the Chinese woman sporting a couple of impressive (if plastic) erections. "Now Lucy, don't think you are being left out of this, you have three holes I want you to tell myself and your former slave which hole you would like us to fill. Come on don't be shy, speak into this microphone." One of the problems here for Lucy was that she had not taken any cocks (real or fake) in any of her holes previously! Hard to believe for a sexy woman in her early thirties but unbelievably true. Since she had become sexually active she had been a dominant and had always held herself above such matters as actual sex, either with men or women. She had fucked plenty of men and women but only using her own dildos and it had never been returned. And now here she was, at her lowest ebb, already humiliated in front of the people that she had been so condescending to over the past few years, licking her greatest enemies boots and now letting her and her former slave fuck her. She dropped her head and whispered her pleadings to Miyoko not to do this but just got a sneering rebuttal. "Speak up my Chinese slut. I find your begging pitiful. Would you listen to any of your slaves? Did she ever listen to you Elizabeth? No. Now stop your pathetic grovelling and tell us which hole you will take us in." In a breaking, trembling voice Mistress Lucy spoke. "I will take you, Mistress Miyoko in my mouth and I will take Elizabeth in my pussy." Her thinking was straight forward, she figured that Miyoko was the most dangerous so she would take her in her mouth, where she thought she would experience least discomfort and she did not want her ass violated if she could help it. But the mere fact was that she had just asked to be double fucked by these bitches and everybody in the crowd had heard her do so an no one knew why she was doing it, for all they knew she had been broken by the Japanese Mistress. "Well, as you have begged to be fucked by us so be it. Assume the position you are best suited to -- as a dog, on all fours!" Lucy pouted and scowled but even her famed evil looks no longer held the dominance that they used to. As soon as she was on all fours the Japanese Domme dropped to her knees and unceremoniously thrust her fake cock at Lucy's thin lips and worked it into her mouth. Then at a signal from Miyoko Elizabeth got on her knees behind Lucy and, with some fumbling and feeling, managed to spear her dick into Lucy from behind. It brought the memories flooding back to the English slave, of her days as one of the pre-eminant Dommes of this Club. Before she lost that contest to Lucy and was forced to become her slave and during that time mentally broken to the point she accepted that role full time. As she pushed forward and entered Lucy's virgin pussy Elizabeth felt some of the old power surge through her, taking the bitch like this, in such humiliating fashion was bringing it all back to her. There was a gasp as it quickly became visibly apparent this was Lucy's first time. The gasp was followed by a chorus of laughter and excited chatter and when the two women spit roasting her realised it they couldn't help but laugh and comment too. "Ha! You're not such an experienced woman are you Chinky bitch?" "And imagine I, your former slave gets to take you cherry? The disgrace!" They double fucked her like that for what felt, to Lucy, like hours, but in reality it was nearer twenty minutes. By the end Elizabeth had really found her stride and was going in and out smoothly and had Lucy more aroused than she had been in a long time ( at the start of her Dominatrix career the Chinese girl had been able to cum just by dominating, degrading or humiliating a slave but that had long since faded). Elizabeth realised this told Mistress Miyoko and they jointly agreed to stop. Lucy would not be allowed to cum. A Mistress Submits to Hated Rivals And so when Elizabeth removed her strap on from Lucy some of the audiences were more than surprised to see something approaching disappointment on her face. It was quite unexpected. Miyoko departed the stage at this point leaving Elizabeth with her slick dildo jutting out over Lucy's head. The Japanese Domme returned some minutes later ordering two male slaves who were carrying onto the stage a set of wooden stocks! When they were in place she sent the men away and opened the top half before turning to Lucy. "You are doing well slave, but now we need to let some of the other patrons of this Club that have had to endure your attitude for too long, to gain some measure of fun from your contrition. Stand up and put your neck in the slot, then get your hands in the smaller ones on each side." Lucy could have cried with frustration as she pushed herself up to her feet and sadly crossed to the stocks and placed herself in them. Miyoko gave a imperceptible nod to Elizabeth and the English woman took great pleasure closing then locking the top half of the stocks. She cut quite the sight up there, the previously so dominant petite woman bent over and trapped in this wooden contraption. Again flashes filled the room as many of the crowd took pictures with their mobiles. With Lucy set Miyoko and Elizabeth organised queues at both ends of the Chinese woman. There were plenty of the Club's patrons happy to join these queues, from Mistresses, to slaves to transvestites all wanting their turn on the Club's newest plaything. Over her time as a member of the Club Lucy had made precious few friends and plenty of enemies! Elizabeth was organising things at Lucy's backside where cock, dildo and floggers were going to be unleashed on Lucy, her ass and her most private holes. At her head Mistress Miyoko was arranging guys to jerk off all over her rival's face in an impromptu bukkake. She was then keen for any Dommes to get their shot too first by spitting on Lucy then if any of the wanted they could piss on her. And there were plenty of the other Dommes who wanted to piss on Lucy's face. So for the next hour Lucy took cocks and strap-ons in her pussy and asshole and got spanked and flogged plenty too. But as bad as that was what was going on at her face was even worse for this once proud Dominatrix. To have her face splattered with cum then coated in piss was terrible for Lucy, humiliating and degrading and the fact she had done this so many times to other men and women made her burn with embarrassment. Worse was to come though. Miyoko started to comb her long, dark hair with a comb and pulled it into a long ponytail. Then once she had it in place Miyoko picked up a pair of garden shears, snapped them open and shut a couple of times before Lucy's face and then used them to cut her ponytail off. Miyoko held the ponytail in her hand and casually slapped Lucy's sticky face with it before tossing it to the ground. She then took up a pair of scissors and used them to give Lucy a really short, messy haircut. For a woman that had not had short hair since she was an infant this was a real shock and she was busy staring at her hair on the floor, mouth open when one of her former male slaves got to the front of the head queue and he took his chance to direct his piss right into her surprised mouth. "I always remember you making lots of nasty remarks about the blonde mistresses in this club, so Slave Lucy I have decided that you should experience it as you are now nothing more than a dumb, useless bimbo now, are you not?" Miyoko then proceeded to use peroxide dye to colour Lucy's short hair a garish blonde colour all the while Lucy was either being fucked, flogged on spunked on! It was quite the transformation. The blonde hair was such a glaring contrast to Lucy's dark features and really stood out, Miyoko delighted in telling her rival that the dye would take a long time to fully come out as she had used a strong mix of it. The blondes in the crowd who Lucy had been so cutting about certainly appreciated this turn of events, this was a most appropriate punishment for the evil little bitch. Miyoko tossed away the peroxide and turned to Elizabeth now that both queues had died away. "Elizabeth. I have allowed you your revenge on this Chink you now need to show your gratitude to me." She handed the English rose an electric shaver and smiled as Elizabeth dropped obediently to her knees at Miyoko's feet and proceed to, as best she could shave her head bald. Miyoko took the shaver and completed the severe haircut towards the end. Elizabeth felt it a small price to pay for seeing Mistress Lucy finally brought down. Miyoko released Lucy from the stocks and ordered both she and Elizabeth to their backsides on the stage then threw a large double ended dildo to them. Miyoko could barely contain her pleasure at watching these two women, strong Dommes themselves, lying on the floor debasing themselves at her command. She, and many of the observers, could not help but remember back to that famous night when the two of them had contested their Mistress Challenge where Lucy had first taken deadly rival Elizabeth as her sex slave. And now here they were simpering, pathetic slaves to Mistress Miyoko. "Get going the pair of you! The first one to cum on it shall have the pleasure of watching the other one lick both ends clean!" Eventually Lucy and Elizabeth, their heads now so drastically altered scooted towards each other until their legs entwined and each took an end of the double ended beast and fed it into their cunts. The watching crowd could only think how the so-called mighty had fallen. Not so long ago these were two of the most conceited bitches in this Club and Lucy had only gotten worse when she had defeated Elizabeth and taken her as he personal slave. And now they were lying naked on the floor, like nothing more than common guttersluts fucking themselves for the others amusement. The short Chinese woman easily fitted her thighs inside the leggy Englishwoman's so that their pussy's were as close to each other as possible as they started to push and pull at the bright plastic inside them. They grunted and moaned and and frigged themselves furiously, desperate to get away from this public humiliation as Mistress Miyoko gloried in their plight above them. It was the bald Elizabeth who came first. No real surprise as she had been aroused all night at the treatment her old rival had endured. She came with a scream, ejaculating all over the dildo head and over Lucy's thighs. The, now blonde skinhead Chinese girl, looked exasperated at her failure, could anything go right for her that night. The bald Elizabeth got to her knees and grabbed the sex toy out of Lucy's pussy and fed the end that she had just climaxed over into the Chinese girl's mouth, relishing the look of absolute distaste on her face as she sucked and licked on her love juices. Of course after that Lucy then had to taste her own wetness before finally Miyoko announced to everyone that the show was over. And what a show it had been, in once evening Mistress Lucy's reputation and standing had been destroyed in the BDSM community and her appearance radically altered. Of her mental state of mind no one quite knew. Miyoko handed both Elizabeth and Lucy pink, lacy baby doll outfits and told them that was all they were getting to wear for their journeys home. It was a silent limo that conveyed the three women back to Lucy's flat. Miyoko had Elizabeth's head buried between her legs eating her out while Lucy sat scowling at them already dreaming of getting revenge on them. She was aghast at being made to crawl up the steps in her apartment building to her flat but fortunately it was so late by then that they passed no-one. When they got there Miyoko opened the door and Lucy was stunned to find that every single thing had been moved out of her apartment. Not a piece of furniture or paperwork was left, nothing. The entire flat was completely bare. Lucy spun around and glared at Miyoko who twirled the key on her finger. "I've changed the locks to bitch, take off my outfit and get your slimy Chinky ass out of my flat." Lucy was shellshocked and before she knew what she was doing she had stripped off the baby doll and followed Miyoko out of the flat as she turned to lock it. "B-But, what will I do? All my cards, my money, my stuff..." "They're all mine now, if you want to complain to police go right ahead. You know what I will say. As for what you can do? Well I would suggest you get out there on the streets and sell you ass. You should accept you are nothing more than a whore now so go out there and whore yourself!" Miyoko's last sight of Lucy was of her standing naked and alone outside her old building contemplating her future. Miyoko smiled and pushed Elizabeth's head back down between her thighs, what a good night it had been!