0 comments/ 16137 views/ 1 favorites Rose Blossoms Ch. 02 By: The_Technician = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose has disappointed her Master by losing a Greased Gladiator match at the club. This is the story of the aftermath of that match told more or less from Rose's perspective as she comes to grips with the Master's punishment of silence and then is slowly led into the truth of who she truly is and what her Master has done for her. The story is in 5 parts. This is part 2 of 5 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose soon became the reigning Southern Belle at the club. Southern Belle matches, however, were primarily for rookie fighters, so Master moved her to the catfight division. Catfights were basically the same as the Belle matches except that the fighters started with fewer clothes and the winner not only had to strip their opponent, they also had to pin them to the mat just as in a normal wrestling match. Since there was so little clothing, it was usually gone soon after the girls entered the ring. From that point on, the two naked slaves wrestled each other until one of them was pinned or gave up. Again some of the fighters were sissy slaves rather than women, but fighting totally naked in the catfights they had the definite disadvantage of something hanging between their legs. Anything that your opponent could grab hold of could be used as a handle to drag you to the mat. Most female slaves preferred to catfight sissy slaves rather than another female slave. They had a much higher likelihood of winning against a sissy. Whether the loser of the catfights was male or female, they would be forced to crawl, still naked, out of the ring to service the Masters and Mistresses in the crowd for the rest of the night. The winner would return to stand beside their Master or Mistress. Rose never lost a catfight, but always returned to stand next to Master for the rest of the evening or until he commanded her to do otherwise. The third category of matches in which female slaves would fight were called "Greased Gladiators." Male slaves, female slaves and sissy slaves all fought in this category. Sometimes it was male vs male. Sometimes male vs female. Sometimes female vs female. Normally, a female slave was not matched against a male unless the female was being punished by her Master or Mistress or the male slave's Master or Mistress wanted them publicly humiliated by losing against one of the more powerful female gladiators. For Greased Gladiator matches, sissy slaves were usually listed as female in the match cards and treated as such. For this kind of match, both slaves started out naked and greased, thus the name, "Greased Gladiators." Actually it wasn't grease, but a special, extra slippery kind of thick baby oil. The rules of the match were simple. The winner of the match was the first one to fuck the loser in the ass. The "victory fuck" determined the winner. Nothing else mattered. For male slaves, that meant literally what it said. For female slaves, it involved forcing a butt-plug shaped dildo, called a "victory stick," into your opponents ass. Sometimes, a female Greased Gladiator wore a heavy strap-on harnesses to hold her dildo, but unless they were fighting a sissy slave, that was actually a disadvantage because it tended to give their opponents something easy to grab hold of. Slaves wearing strap-ons usually lost, so most of the female Greased Gladiators just carried their victory stick into the ring with them and risked having it knocked out of their hands during the fight. Beyond being publicly impaled in the ring by your opponent, there were no public punishments for the losers. There were also no official rewards for the winner. What happened as the result of side bets between the slaves, or what happened in private afterwards was totally up to the Master or Mistress. Rose lost several of her first matches as a Greased Gladiator. It was a special kind of fighting and time after time she ended up face down on the mat with a victory stick firmly imbedded in her ass. Once her opponent even managed to "victory fuck" her while she was standing face to face grappling with her opponent. Obviously there was more than strength and wrestling skill needed to win. As Rose continued to lose, Master's punishments became more intense, but at the same time so did her training. Master hired a coach to teach Rose how to see or to sense a person's weakness and to use that weakness to defeat them. Rose soon came to realize that it was strategy as much as strength or skill that determined the winner. You could be fastest or strongest or whatever, but if you opponent knew how to maneuver you so that they could get to your ass, you ended up a victory-fucked loser with the handle of a victory stick protruding from between your ass cheeks. Rose's first win as a Greased Gladiator was against a very busty blond who was more than past her prime. Rose paused for only a moment to evaluate the situation and them dropped her victory stick to the mat and immediately lunged for the blond's huge sagging udders. With one floppy tit gripped tightly in each hand, Rose quickly pulled her opponent to the ground. The blonde hit hard, and the impact with the floor momentarily knocked the wind out of her. Before she could recover, Rose dropped across her back, grabbed her victory stick from the mat where she had left it, and with one powerful thrust drove it home. The crowd was chanting, "Rose, Rose, Rose" as she climbed out of the ring and stood next to Master. Master leaned over to her and said quietly in her ear, "Good job, Rose, but pride does not befit a slave." The smile left Rose's face and she stood quietly beside Master for the rest of the evening. Her second winning match had been against a sissy slave. "This is just too easy," thought Rose as she bounced easily away from the clumsy young man. Then as he lunged forward trying to grab her hair, she ducked beneath his arms, grabbed his dangling penis with her free hand and pulled him toward her while rolling out from under him. Since he was already leaning forward, he was pulled way off balance and landed solidly on his chest. As soon as he hit the mat, and before he could roll or recover, Rose pounced upon him and laying flat upon his back so that he could not escape, drove home the victory stick. Again the crowd erupted in cheers of "Rose, Rose, Rose," but this time as Rose climbed out of the ring, she knew to keep her head down like the humble slave she was. She went meekly to stand naked and glistening at the side of her Master. Any pride in the moment belonged to him, not her. Rose's third match after she began winning was against a petite oriental girl who had the body - and the moves - of a dancer. She was lithe and fast and spun away from Rose's every attempt to catch or hold her. It was pretty obvious that the oriental girl's strategy was to tire Rose out and then move in for the kill. Rose's intense training, however, kicked in and she noticed that whenever the girl would spin away from her grasp, her long, straight, black hair would fly in an arc as she spun. More than that, Rose saw that the girl always spun so that she was moving away from Rose's closest hand. Rose tested her observations with a couple of grabs at the girl's waist, then moving in close, she faked grabbing for the girl's waist while keeping her other hand high and ready. It meant dropping the victory stick, which was very dangerous with this skilled an opponent, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that as Rose lunged forward with her left hand, the girl began to spin away exactly as predicted. Exactly as predicted her long, black hair flew upward. And exactly as planned, the Asian girl was suddenly pulled off balance and to the mat as Rose's right hand closed tightly around her flying hair. Rose immediately leapt upon the fallen girl and held her tightly to the ground while at the same time trying to retrieve the dildo she had dropped to the mat in order to catch the girl's hair. The Asian girl squirmed beneath her and managed to turn over so that she was on her back. But to do so she had to press against the mat with both hands and push upward to raise her and Rose enough to allow her to roll. Unfortunately for her, while she was doing that, her own victory stick rolled slightly across the mat out of her reach. Rose, sensing that the girl beneath her was now basically helpless, spun around so that she was in what was almost a tight 69 position front to front with the girl while still holding her pinned to the mat. Rose ignored the cheers from the crowd and the cries of "Eat her pussy before you fuck her ass!" Instead, Rose concentrated on holding the girl beneath her while she stretched out her arms to reach her own victory stick. Rose had to slide further down the Asian's body in order to reach that needed butt-plug dildo. Just as she grabbed it, the Asian girl was able to raise her head between Rose's legs and slam her face into Rose's cunt. The Asian girl probably hoped that the pain would cause Rose to slide off her, but it had the opposite effect and as the girl continued to ram her face into Rose's cunt, Rose began to grunt and moan with passion, not pain. Sensing this, the Asian stopped slamming her head against Rose and instead extended her tongue started lapping vigorously. She knew that Rose was extremely sexually excited from the fight and was evidently hoping to drive Rose high enough to distract her so that she could slide free. Her plan seemed to be working as Rose began to grind back against the Asian's mouth. The crowd's taunts became louder and louder as Rose seemed to be losing herself in lust and pleasure. The Asian girl's plan seemed to be working so she redoubled her efforts. Then, just as Rose's bucking and moaning seemed to reach a peak, the pinned girl suddenly twisted herself in a quick move designed to turn over and slide out from under her opponent. Unfortunately for her, that was exactly what Rose was waiting for. As the Asian dancer began to turn over on the mat, she exposed her ass for just a moment. Rose drove the victory plug downward in a coup-de-grace that entered in one swift stroke. The Asian girl had never lost a match before and judging from the pitch and intensity of her scream as the victory stick entered her, nothing else had ever entered that opening before either. The dancer's ear-splitting scream drowned out Rose's more guttural, moaning cries as she collapsed back on top of the girl and shuddered in what was obviously a tremendous orgasm. Once again the crowd went wild with shouts and applause while Rose shakily climbed from the ring and attempted to stand quietly next to Master. Though she knew it was wrong, she could not help smiling broadly to herself as she stood there glistening with baby oil grease, sweat, and her own pussy juices which were copiously flowing down her thighs. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER TWO OF FIVE Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose Blossoms Ch. 03 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose has disappointed her Master by losing a Greased Gladiator match at the club. This is the story of the aftermath of that match told more or less from Rose's perspective as she comes to grips with the Master's punishment of silence and then is slowly led into the truth of who she truly is and what her Master has done for her. The story is in 5 parts. This is part 3 of 5 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose had won her last three Greased Gladiator contests. Things were going very well and Master was very happy with her. Then came the match three weeks ago. Rose climbed into the ring confident that she could find the weakness of her opponent and take advantage of it like she had done so easily three times before. The crowd was unusually quiet as Rose waited for her opponent to enter the ring. Rose sensed that something not normal was going on when the ringmaster entered the ring before her opponent and the microphone lowered to meet him. "Masters and Mistresses," he began. "Tonight we have something very special. Last time this slave - pointing to Rose - defeated for the very first time, Kim June Sung, the long-standing champion slave owned by Mistress Joan. Mistress Joan has taken that as a personal defeat and to clear the blemish from her name has claimed the right of "grudge match" against this slave. The crowd gasped and the buzzing of conversation filled the room. The ringmaster waited for the crowd to quiet slightly and continued, "Mistress Joan recognizes that if she loses this match, she, herself, will be enslaved. Normally such a grudge match is between two Mistresses or Masters who have an extreme grudge to settle between themselves. The winner normally enslaves the loser." "This is the first time at this club that a Mistress has ever deigned to fight a mere slave, so the council of Masters has had to make a ruling. The ruling is this: This slave, if she loses, will remain the property of her current Master, but will be rematched against the slave Kim June Sung at our next meeting and the win will be counted as Kim June's." The ringmaster cleared his throat as if what he had to say next was difficult. He again pointed at Rose. "Since this slave cannot own another slave, if by some strange happenstance, Mistress Joan loses, she will be sold at the end of the match to the highest bidder and the money will be deposited in the Club's special fund." Again the crowd gasped and buzzed as it sank in that a Mistress might be auctioned as a slave at the end of this match. The ringmaster waited patiently until the room once again became almost quiet and then he announced loudly, "Let the match begin." As the microphone rose once again into the darkness above the ring and the ringmaster climbed over the ropes, Rose's opponent entered the ring. She was wrapped in a white cape with gold lettering that proclaimed "Mistress Joan" in large golden script. This may have been the first time that Mistress Joan had matched herself against a slave, but it was obvious that it was not her first time in the ring. She twirled in the center of the ring causing her cape to fly outward and reveal her glistening, naked body. Then, in one graceful move she completed her spin, tore the cape from her body, and hurled it over the ropes into the hands of a familiar looking Asian girl in the crowd. Mistress Joan turned to face Rose, smiled broadly, and stepped close to Rose so that she could say, just loudly enough for her to hear, "I know your weakness, and you are going to lose everything tonight." Something deep in Rose's stomach - or perhaps it was her cunt - quivered as she heard those words, but the match was set. The fight had begun and Rose automatically began sidestepping in a circle around the ring. As she kept her distance and moved slowly around the ring, she studied Mistress Joan looking for a weakness. The blond's weakness had been her sagging tits. The sissy boy's weakness was his clumsiness and his dangling penis. Kim June's weakness had been her long hair. Mistress Joan's weakness was... Mistress Joan's weakness was... Mistress Joan's weakness was... nothing. Mistress Joan was a woman - no dangling penis. She had relatively small breasts - nothing to grab hold of. Her body was as lithe and muscular as had been Kim June's, or moreso..., and she had no hair. Not only was Mistress Joan's cunt totally bare and smooth, there was absolutely no hair anywhere on her body or on her head. Even her eyebrows were gone. Her head was as greased and glistening as the rest of her muscular body. For some reason the word "Alopecia" came to Rose's mind. Why Rose knew that Alopecia causes the loss of all body hair, she didn't know. What Rose did know was that there was no weakness that she could see in the woman that stood before her. She would have to rely on speed and strength to somehow take the Mistress off her feet and pin her to the ground as she had done to Kim June. Or at least that was her plan. When Rose made her first lunge at Mistress Joan, however, Mistress Joan reacted with incredible speed and grabbed her arm and pulled her violently forward. Rose found herself falling heavily to the mat just has Kim June had done in the previous match. Unlike Kim June, though, Rose recognized what was happening and rolled onto her back as she hit the mat so that she was already lying face up as Mistress Joan slammed down on top of her. Just like Rose and Kim June had been in their match, they were now lying in an almost 69 position. But unlike that time with Kim June, it was now Rose who was pinned face up against the mat. It was Mistress Joan who was on top and it was her cunt that was already pressed tightly against Rose's glistening face. "This is your weakness, bitch," grunted Mistress Joan. "Secretly, you want to be dominated by a woman. Secretly, you want me to force you to eat my cunt. Secretly, you want me to force you to cum with my tongue. Secretly, you WANT me to fuck you in the ass!" With that Mistress Joan began attacking Rose's cunt lips with her tongue. She licked and slurped and nibbled at her clit and Rose found herself responding to the sudden stimulation. Wrestling naked in front of all these people was, in itself, very sexually stimulating, but the shame and humiliation of being mouth raped before them was too much for Rose. She tried to bring the victory stick up to force it into Mistress Joan's ass that was right before her face, but instead she found herself responding to Mistress Joan's mouth by greedily licking and slurping at the cunt that was pressed against her own face. Knowing that it was wrong... knowing that she would be punished for it... she found herself allowing her body to crest higher and higher and higher until suddenly a tremendous orgasm tore through her and she screamed and shuddered and quivered beneath the now sweat-drenched naked body of Mistress Joan. Then everything went black. Either the cunt pressed against her mouth had cut off her air supply, or the orgasm that tore through her was so intense that she blacked out. In any case she temporarily lost consciousness. When she regained her senses, she was face down in the middle of the ring with Mistress Joan's victory stick protruding from her ass, and Mistress Joan was dancing around the ring in a very erotic victory dance. Rose slowly crawled to the edge of the ring and with very shaky legs climbed over the ropes and down onto the floor to stand beside her Master. It was not until she was standing, head down and shame-faced, next to Master that she realized that she still had Mistress Joan's butt-plug dildo sticking out of her ass. As she reached around with her hands to remove it, Master said curtly, "Leave it!" So, shamefaced and crying with her head bowed almost down to her chest, she stood for the rest of the evening with the victory stick protruding from between her ass cheeks. Those were the last words that Master had spoken to her. Just before it was time to leave, Mistress Joan came up to her and Master pointed to the victory stick and then to Mistress Joan. Rose knew that he meant for her to remove it and return it to her, so she pulled it from her ass and started to place it in Mistress Joan's hand. "Clean it," ordered Mistress Joan and Master gave her a very small nod indicating that she should follow her order. Rose stuck the butt-plug into her mouth. It was warm from being insider her for so long and it was slick with slime from her ass and with the grease from the fight and with her own sex juices which had drenched it during her intense orgasm. She cleaned it thoroughly with her mouth and tongue and placed it in the outstretched hand of Mistress Joan. Master then turned and began to walk away. Rose instinctively fell in step just behind him and followed him towards the door. She had expected him to stop and let her pick up her clothing, but he continued toward the exit and she continued to follow him. She had, after all, lost and deserved to remain naked. They left the club and walked across the street to where Master had parked the car. Normally, she would have entered the small office with Master as he gave the ticket stub to the valet to retrieve his car, but tonight Master pointed to the sidewalk just outside the office door and that is where Rose stood until the valet arrived with the car. It was a cool evening. Her nipples puckered in the cold night air. Twice, young men in passing cars rolled down their windows and shouted something at her. It may have been the same young men or two different cars. It made no difference. Rose paid no attention to what they said. All she could think of was that Master was displeased... very displeased. When the car finally arrived, Master got in and then opened the trunk using the button on the dashboard. Rose knew what to do even though Master had never done this to her before. She climbed into the trunk and pulled the lid down over her. It shut with a very solid "thunk" and everything went dark. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER THREE OF FIVE Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose Blossoms Ch. 04 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose has disappointed her Master by losing a Greased Gladiator match at the club. This is the story of the aftermath of that match told more or less from Rose's perspective as she comes to grips with the Master's punishment of silence and then is slowly led into the truth of who she truly is and what her Master has done for her. The story is in 5 parts. This is part 4 of 5 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Master made several stops on the way home, or perhaps he went home and then went several places. It was very hard to tell anything from inside the dark trunk. When the car finally stopped for a very long time, Rose was unsure what to do. Was she supposed to get out by herself? There was a plastic escape pull tab glowing slightly above her head. If she just pulled that, the trunk lid would open and she could get out. But what if that wasn't what the Master wanted her to do? What if they weren't home yet? What did Master want? Rose was still desperately trying to figure out just what she should do when suddenly three very loud noises caused her to stiffen and jump and hit her head against the lid the of the trunk. Someone was pounding on the trunk lid! After three more thumps followed rapidly by three more, Rose reached up and pulled the emergency trunk release. The lid popped open and light flooded the trunk. She could see that they were inside Master's garage and that Master stood above her looking down into the trunk. Rose looked up at Master, still unsure what she was supposed to do, but he said nothing. He merely turned and walked into the house. She followed him silently and stood quietly while he got himself a beer from the refrigerator and then sat for a short while at his computer doing something that was none of her concern. A little while later he got up from the computer and walked upstairs to the bedroom. Rose followed. Once in the bedroom, Master stopped and pointed to the small rug at the foot of the bed. Rose had spent the night curled up on the rug before, but only when Master was very, very upset with her. She began crying softly to herself and went to her assigned place. She curled up as Master expected, and only because she was very, very tired from all that had occurred that night, she eventually cried herself to sleep. Rose awoke suddenly to sunlight streaming through the windows of the bedroom. She leapt to her feet and turned toward the bed only to find it empty. Master was not in the bedroom. She checked the bathroom and because her bladder felt like it was bursting, made use of it before going downstairs to the kitchen. Master sat at the table in the kitchen eating a simple breakfast that he had fixed for himself. "What do you want?" Rose asked. Master did not reply. "What do you want me to do?" she repeated. Master remained silent. "I know that I deserve to be punished. I am willing to take any punishment you decree. Just tell me what you want me to do?" It was as if she wasn't even there. Master did not reply to her. Master did not order her to do anything. He did not even acknowledge her existence. It was as if she was dead. And so it continued for three weeks. Rose remained naked in Master's house. The first time that he started into the garage to leave, Rose had tried to follow him, but he merely pointed to the floor next to the door. When he returned, Rose was curled up on the rug next to the door like a puppy waiting for its master's return. Each day, Master would leave, and each day Rose would curl up on the rug and spend the day weeping. Each evening, Master would return and Rose would follow him throughout the house. He would point at the kitchen and she would fix him supper, and after he had eaten, she would feed herself from the scraps. He would point to the floor next to his chair and she would curl up at his feet while he worked at his computer or watched TV or whatever. Each night, Master would point to the rug at the foot of his bed and Rose would once again cry herself to sleep. Having recovered from that night, she now always awoke long before Master, cleaned herself up for the day and had a proper breakfast waiting for him when he came down to the kitchen. Finally, this evening, Master came home and went directly upstairs and into Rose's room. She followed. He pulled a white dress from a package in his hands and placed it on the bed. He pulled a matching pair of sandals from the package, set them on the bed next to the dress, and then, reaching into his pocket placed something next to the sandals. It was Rose's collar. Master had not had Rose wear her collar for many, many months. She did not need the collar to know that she was Master's slave. She belonged totally and absolutely to him. As she buckled the collar around her neck, she remembered the day when she first knelt before him and he buckled the dark leather around her neck. She remembered the smell of the new leather. Even without looking at it, she could clearly see in her mind the bright golden tag on the front of the collar that read simply, "Rose - Property of Master." He turned and left the room. Rose quickly pulled the dress down over her head and slipped her feet into the sandals. She didn't bother with underwear. If Master had wanted her to wear underwear, he would have set it out for her. Tears flowed down her face as she quickly raced down the stairs to stand at her proper place beside her Master. Master walked to the garage and Rose followed. He pointed to the passenger side of the car and she got in and sat down. Rose knew not to ask where they were going. Even if Master had been speaking to her, it was not her place to ask such a question. As they drove in silence, however, Rose slowly recognized where they were going. They were going back to the club. This was not a match night, but the club was not only for matches. There were many events which occurred at the club. The club even had a restaurant and lounge that was used regularly by the members. Naked slaves often sat at their Master's or Mistress's feet while they dined or otherwise enjoyed the evening at the club. Rose followed Master into the club. A table was already waiting for them. This did not surprise Rose, Master was, after all, one of the more influential members of the club. He pointed to one of the two chairs at the table and Rose sat down. Master sat in the other chair and almost immediately a waiter appeared with wine and salad for both of them. Rose ate quietly trying to figure out what Master had in mind. She knew she needed to be punished for losing, but dinner out with Master was not punishment. Normally dinner out with Master was reward for especially pleasing Master, but Rose knew that Master was not pleased. That first night, Master had seemed very angry. In the days that followed he seemed agitated. Tonight he seemed... he seemed sad. Rose slowly ate her salad though she could not even taste the food in her mouth. A steak followed - filet, her favorite. And then, chocolate mousse for dessert. If Master was not sitting silently across from her as though she wasn't there through the entire meal, this would almost seem like a celebration. Instead it was... it was... Rose didn't know what it was. Finally, after the meal was finished and Master had sat for a long time sipping a glass of liqueur, he suddenly looked up at her and said simply, "Strip." The words were spoken softly, but they were like a thunderclap for Rose. She involuntarily jumped to her feet in surprise at the sound. Then, like the dutiful slave that she was, she slipped the dress up over her head and folded it neatly on the chair beside her. "Shoes" said Master, and Rose placed the sandals on the chair alongside her dress. "Position Nine" Rose's eyes filled with tears. Position nine was the position of absolute subjugation. Master only demanded position nine when he was very upset with her. She dropped to her knees and lowered herself down so that her breasts where pressing against her knees and her forehead was firm against the floor. Then, raising her ass slightly into the air, she stretched her arms back along her legs so that her hands were palm up on the floor alongside her feet. She wiggled and adjusted her position slightly as she made sure that her ass was high in the air and her knees were slightly apart. Position nine was an extremely humiliating position that raised and opened her ass and her sex to whatever punishment - or pleasure - her Master may desire. Footsteps walked past her to the table. It was most likely the waiter bringing something to Master. With her forehead against the floor, Rose could not see what Master was doing. Had the waiter brought him a paddle..., or perhaps a flogger..., or perhaps even because of the seriousness of her offense a cattle prod or other electrical torture device. Rose waited fearfully and hopefully for Master to act. She was fearful at what terrible public punishment Master had decided to use to purge her for her failure. But she was hopeful that whatever it was, it would restore her to her Master. She yearned for his touch, for his voice, for him within her, and she would do anything... endure anything to get that back. She heard Master's chair move at the table. He stepped over along side of her. Rose tensed, waiting for something to strike, but instead, Master reached over her and picked up her dress and her sandals. He handed them to someone who was standing next to him. Then, to Rose's shock and horror, he reached down and unbuckled the collar that surrounded Rose's neck. He lifted it off of her, and evidently retrieving the dress and sandals from the other person, walked away. Master had uncollared her! Master had left her naked and alone! Master had abandoned her! Tears wet the floor beneath her face and sobs racked her body. What was she to do? Where would she go? How would she live? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER FOUR OF FIVE Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose Blossoms Ch. 05 BDSM, D/s, M/F, F/F, Slave Wrestling = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose has disappointed her Master by losing a Greased Gladiator match at the club. This is the story of the aftermath of that match told more or less from Rose's perspective as she comes to grips with the Master's punishment of silence and then is slowly led into the truth of who she truly is and what her Master has done for her. The story is in 5 parts. This is part 5 of 5 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As Rose sobbed and wailed out her despair, a soft hand touched her and then began to stroke her back, much like you would quiet a frightened pet. A soft voice said, "Shhh. Shhh my little one. It will be alright." It was a woman's voice. The soft hands reached around her neck and Rose felt something being buckled into place. It was another collar. This collar was smaller... lighter. It smelled new, but not of new leather. It smelled more of new metal and it was cold against her skin. A click and slight tug told her that a leash had been attached to the collar. The soft voice said, "Stand," and Rose stood. Standing before her was Mistress Joan. Behind her stood Kim June. Mistress Joan was dressed as befit a Mistress in an expensively tailored, ivory colored evening gown. A thin turban covered her hairless head. Kim June wore a simple black dress with matching black sandals. "Raise your arms," instructed Mistress Joan. Rose did, and Kim June stepped forward and lowered a black dress over Rose's head. It was identical to the dress which Kim June wore and except for being black, was the identical to the white dress that Master had carried away. Kim June set a pair of sandals on the floor at Rose's feet. They, too, matched Kim June's, and they, too, were a black version of the sandals which Rose had worn into the club. With the dress and sandals properly in place, Kim June stepped back away. Mistress Joan looked intently into Rose's eyes and said softly, "Your Master must have loved you very deeply." Rose noticed that there was a strange catch in Mistress' voice. "He sold me to you. How could he love me?... Or did you win me from him in the match?" Mistress Joan laughed softly and replied, "You don't understand, do you? Your Master hasn't told you happened in the ring that night, has he? "I lost," answered Rose flatly, "That's all I really need to know." "No, Rose, you didn't lose. You submitted. There's a difference." Rose's face crinkled with an unasked question. "When I pinned you to the mat, I made a very serious mistake. It was a rookie fighter's mistake that I should not have made, but I had never fought as a Greased Gladiator before. My grudge matches with other Mistresses had always been just all out mayhem until the other submitted... like Kim June did a few years ago." Rose's eyes widened. "You didn't know Kim June was once a Mistress, did you? Perhaps that is why other slaves could never defeat her. They treated her as a Mistress and were helpless against her. You treated her as a slave, and you won." "You took advantage of her weakness - her hair, and you won. Once you knew how to spot a person's weakness, you always won. I should have remembered that, but instead, I ignored it. I had you pinned and I was taunting you about knowing YOUR weakness, but I, in MY weakness, was lying face down on top of you." "So," replied Rose. Mistress Joan again laughed. "I hadn't knocked your victory stick from your hands like you did to Kim June. It was my ass that was exposed. All you had to do was impale me with the stick in your hand and I would have been sold as a slave that night." "My weakness was literally right in front of your face, but I was right about you. Your weakness was that you secretly desired to be ruled by a woman. You were fighting against your inner desires. You had your victory stick pressed against my asshole. All you had to do was push slightly and you won. But your inner desires were winning and instead of impaling me, you gave yourself to me. And in giving yourself to me you unleashed your true inner slave in one of the most intense orgasm anyone has ever witnessed. When your Master saw that, he knew that he could never truly be your Master again. For you to be truly happy, you needed to be slave to a Mistress." "And so he gave me to you?" asked Rose. "No. You still don't understand." continued Mistress Joan quietly, casting her eyes down toward the ground almost as though in shame. "Your Master came to me and told me that he knew that I loved Kim June. I denied it, but he asked why I would risk everything for her if I did not love her. I still tried to deny it, but he was right. He knew my true weakness. He knew that it was love for my slave that had driven me into that ring." Mistress Joan sighed deeply. "Kim June is my slave, but I love her and her defeat took something very precious out of her. I was hoping to win it back for her. I risked becoming a slave so that my slave could remain happy. I guess that is love." "Is that why he gave me to you?" "You still don't understand. Your Master didn't give you to me. He gave me to you! As you orgasmed, you drove your victory stick fully into my ass. You won. But noone knew it because I, a fraction of a second later drove my victory stick fully into you." Rose frowned, still not understanding. "The difference was that I was not overwhelmed by an intense orgasm. I leapt to my feet. You remained writhing on the mat. With all the cheering and confusion, noone saw me quickly slide your stick out of my ass. Everyone assumed that I had been holding it my hand. Everyone assumed that only you had been victory fucked. Everyone assumed that I had won.... everyone, that is, except your Master. He saw... He knew... But he kept silent." "Your Master is on the council of Masters. All he had to do was to tell the council what actually happened and I would have been auctioned to the highest bidder. But your Master loves you as I love Kim June and he knew what you wanted... what you needed... what would make your happy. So that night, instead of telling the council, your Master gathered up all of the official videos of the fight and came to visit me. He said that you were waiting in the car. Evidently that was funny to him for some reason. The videos clearly show that you won. I lost, not you." Rose shook her head as she tried to comprehend was Mistress Joan was telling her. "Master offered me a proposition that he said would be best for everyone and still maintain the integrity of the club. He made a contribution to the club fund that was greater than anyone would have bid for me, in effect, buying me without a public auction. He owns me. Your Master is now also my Master." Joan raised her hand to her throat and fingered the large golden heart that hung from a flat, golden necklace covered with small diamonds. On the heart was the same ornate script that had been on her robe the night of the match. It said simply "Mistress Joan." The necklace connected to the heart in two places so that it could not turn over, but Mistress Joan twisted it so that Rose could read what was written on the back side of the heart. In bold block letters it read, "Property of Master." "This is a collar, the same as Kim June's." Joan pointed to the glittering collar that surrounded Kim June's throat. It, too, was golden in color with many very small diamonds covering most of it. In the front were three areas of bare metal. In the middle was a small ring into which was clipped a leash identical to the one which hung from Rose's collar. On either side of that were two metal areas with ornate script. On one it said, "Slave Kim June." On the other it said, "Property of Mistress Joan." "That isn't totally true anymore. Kim June is technically Master's property because I am Master's property, just as you are still technically Master's property. We all belong to Master." Rose began to weep and sob, but this time it was tears of joy. Master had not abandoned her. She still did not understand exactly what was happening, but Master had not left her helpless and alone. She still belonged to Master. Joan continued, "Master has ordered me to continue as a Mistress to everyone except him. I am sure that I will occasionally be required to satisfy him in all the ways that a slave must satisfy her Master, but that is between him and me, and I will honor my submission to him." A wry smile crossed her face and then she continued. "What is important to you is that he has ordered me to be your Mistress and to treat you as my slave... to give you what you have always secretly yearned for in your inner being... to be dominated by, and submit to, a woman." "As long as I treat you as well as I have treated Kim June, I remain free. If I do not live up to Master's expectations, he will make public the video of the match and the slave papers which he demanded I sign and I will end up in some slave brothel in South America." Rose stood silently before Mistress Joan. "Have no doubt that I will treat you as a slave. I will force you to submit to me. You will do everything that I demand of you, or I will punish you as severely as any Mistress ever punished any slave. But as my slave you will also experience heights of ecstasy that only a woman can give another woman. As my slave you will receive pleasure that only a slave who has fully submitted herself to another woman can ever fully embrace." Once again, Rose began crying. These were definitely tears of relief and joy. Now she understood. Master loved her. Mistress loved her. What more could a slave ask for? "One final thing before we go," continued Mistress Joan. "To make the public transition complete, tradition says that I, as your new owner must rename you." Touching the heart that hung at her throat, Joan said softly, "I no longer have the authority to name you, but these are the words of our Master." Joan pulled a small slip of paper from somewhere, held it up and read, "Rose, you have finally blossomed into what your true, inner self has always been. You are no longer 'Rose.' From this day forward, you are 'Passion Flower.' I expect you to live up to that name." "I will, Master! "I will, Mistress! I will! I will!" With that, Mistress Joan gathered Kim June's and Passion Flower's leashes together in her hand, and together they walked out of the club and into their new life together. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =