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Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 01

By: TheDarkCloud



Beyonce Knowles finished her final encore and thanked the audience in the arena and left the stage blowing air kisses at her fans as they yelled their approval and thanks. Sweat dripped from her long athletic body, soaking the tiny white, lacy bra top and miniskirt she had sang her final two numbers in. She smiled as her entourage and other backstage congratulated and praised her performance but was finally relieved to reach the sanctuary of her dressing room. It was a awash with bouquets and flowers as this was the end of her tour and she could look forward to a well deserved rest and holiday.

The bunch of flowers that obscured her mirror was huge and gave off a funny smell. It was sickly sweet and seemed to lodge in Beyonce's nose and sent a flush of excitement throughout her body. She looked at the card but it was just signed 'M. xxx.'

Beyonce smiled as she smelled the flowers, intoxicated by them and wondered who had sent them. She managed to pull herself away from them and the messages of good luck and congratulations to go and shower and change. She emerged tired but refreshed in a short black dress, her long legs looking typically stunning and headed back to her hotel. The night before she had held her end of tour party so that tonight she could head back to her posh hotel and get a good night's sleep before heading out on a two week break in the Bahamas.

The plush hotel was five stars and then some; her massive suite took up the entire top level of the hotel and had every luxury you could imagine. She left her bodyguard behind and gratefully opened the door to her suite and slipped inside. She kicked off her shoes and slipped her little dress off her shoulders revealing her amazing figure clad in nothing more than a tiny black thong.

She headed straight to the bathroom where she intended to have a long, relaxing session in the large Jacuzzi that dominated the centre of the huge , tiled room. She came up short however, when upon entering the bathroom she saw the head and shoulders of someone already in the Jacuzzi. Beyonce nearly turned to call for security before she recognised that it was a woman in her tub and coughed to announce her presence. The woman turned around and to Beyonce's surprise she saw that it was none other than fellow diva, Mariah Carey. They had met at a couple of previous concerts and award shows and always got on alright. Mariah seeming not to consider her younger, prettier and more talented rival a threat to her.

"Um Mariah? What are you doing here?" asked a perplexed Beyonce.

Mariah spoke in a low , sexy voice as she rose from the gently bubbling pool, "Hey Beyonce, sorry to shock you but I was in town for your gig and thought I'd some on over here and catch up with you" at that point Mariah stood up straight and revealed her curvaceous body in a bright, stars and stripes string bikini. The water cascaded over her ample breasts and her tanned body looked sumptuous in the subdued light.

Seeing Mariah standing there like that reminded Beyonce that she herself was topless and she self-consciously used her arm to cover her nipples, before reaching for a white dressing gown that hung on the back of the door. She didn't quite understand what Mariah was doing here, Ok they weren't enemies like so many of the female singing community but they were hardly drinking buddies either. Mariah stepped up and out of the hot water and came over to Beyonce, who struggled to keep her eyes off Mariah's incredible curvy body. As Mariah drew nearer Beyonce could smell how wonderful the older woman smelled, and how it was the same aroma that had enraptured her from the flowers earlier and she seemed unable to resist slipping into a joyful, blissful haze as Mariah moved in close to her and, wordlessly, pressed her large, soft lips onto Beyonce's and began to sensuously kiss them. Then Mariah's tongue began to invade Beyonce's mouth and she offered no resistance, indeed seconds later her own tongue probed back into Mariah's mouth and the two superstars seemed lost in each others warm embrace and lip lock.

They kissed for a long time and it was Mariah that broke the moment and keeping her eyes locked on the younger woman's she led her by the hand back into the main suite and towards the huge king-sized bed at its far end. Mariah was definitely in control and she wasted little time removing the dressing gown and tugging its belt from the loops. Beyonce stood there and Mariah sunk to her knees before her and gave a small moan of anticipation as Mariah's teeth slid gently over her lower belly before hooking into the top of her thong at the front and began to gently pull it down to reveal a thin strip of pubic hair above a her small pussy.

Mariah completed the move and as Beyonce stepped out of the underwear she stood up with the damp panties hanging from her mouth like a bone in a dog's eager mouth. Mariah took them from her mouth and gave them a lingering sniff as she stared straight into Beyonce's dark eyes, smiling. She gave a little noise of appreciation and pushed Beyonce onto her ass on the edge of the bed. Mariah again dipped down and this time put her head between Beyonce's legs, her long hair tickling Beyonce's inner thighs , and slowly ran her tongue along the length of Beyonce's clitoris.

Beyonce gave an involuntary shiver at the pleasure this gave her and felt genuinely disappointed when Mariah did not continue but rather stood up again and slowly peeled off her dripping bikini until she stood totally naked between the long thighs of Beyonce. Beyonce reached up to feel Mariah's soft breasts but found her wrist grabbed and was pushed back onto the bed before she could reach her target. Grabbing her other wrist Mariah managed to pull Beyonce's unresisting body over the bed until her hands met the wooden bar that ran the length of the foot of the bed.

Here Beyonce made to speak but was hushed up by Mariah who was very efficiently using the belt and her bikini to tie Beyonce's arms as far apart as possible, while attached to the wooden bar. Beyonce was taken up in the whole moment and closed her eyes in pleasure as Mariah began to softly finger her love hole with a couple of fingers while with her other hand she reached down for Beyonce's discarded thong, brought it up , forced Beyonce to smell the sweet aroma off it then gently fed it into her waiting mouth as a makeshift gag.

"Don't go anywhere lover, I'll be back in a second" announced Mariah as she moved into the walk in cupboard to the right of the bathroom.

Somewhere in Beyonce's mind the thought flashed that someone else was in the cupboard and that here she was tied up like this at the mercy of whoever would appear. The thought excited her and scared her in equal measures at that point. So it was with a strange mixture of relief and disappointment that she saw Mariah reappear holding just a black holdall.

Mariah dipped her hand into the holdall and came out with an orange ball gag which she, after removing her panties, and an imperceptible nod of ascent from Beyonce, she fitted into the younger woman's waiting mouth. She pulled the straps tight around Beyonce's head and fastened them at the back in their buckle. Next out of the bag came two fierce looking ring-style nipple clamps. Beyonce's eyes widened when Mariah opened and closed them before her but could only look on as they were snapped onto her large nipples. Her face immediately contorted with the sudden stab of pain to her breasts but soon she had other distractions as Mariah hopped onto the bed between Beyonce's spread long legs and dipped her head low and began to lap with her tongue at Beyonce's exposed clit.

Beyonce writhed in pleasure at the work Mariah's tongue was doing. Each time it brushed one of her short shaven pussy hairs it sent a shiver through her body and when it lapped at her protruding clit she could barely contain herself. Which made it all the more of a surprise to her when, in one quick movement Mariah clipped another of the powerful clamps onto her clit. Mariah rocked back onto her knees to observe Beyonce's facial reaction to this sudden sharp pincer pain in her pussy. Her eyes bulged and she screamed into the gag at first until her body accepted the pain and she eventually stared defiantly back into Mariah's semi-mocking face.

"Good girl Bee! You want this don't you? You want me to punish you don't you? You've been such a naughty girl" Mariah whispered all this to Beyonce as she played with her captive's long brown hair and flicked her tongue seductively along her ear. Mariah took up a small bottle of her scent and sprayed it playfully over both women, filling the room with a powerful aroma of sex.

Beyonce stared hard back at Mariah, making her eyes plead to be taken by the older woman. Getting so turned on at being tied up in this fashion and being Mariah's submissive plaything. Mariah lifted up Beyonce's ankles and in a swift movement flipped them up and over Beyonce's head , the belt and bikini that restrained her wrists to the wooden bar had enough slack to turn round also and Beyonce found herself standing over the foot of the bed facing forward while leaning over slightly and her fabulous ass sticking invitingly up. Mariah wasted little time pulling a spreader bar from her holdall and attaching it to Beyonce's ankles, spreading her legs apart by a couple of feet. 

Mariah stood up behind Beyonce when she had tightened the spreader bar and gave the singer a hard spank on her upturned ass.

"You like that don't you Bitch? You want it harder, don't you?" Beyonce nodded her head eagerly so Mariah proceeded with a flurry of solid slaps that rang throughout the room, leaving slight marks on Beyonce's perfect ass. Mariah then fitted a blindfold over Beyonce's eyes and took a seat by the window to help build the anticipation. Actually, that wasn't all she did , because she removed a state of the art video camera from her bag and positioned it to capture the scene clearly, she wanted to be able to watch this in the future and who knows who else would like to see it. To protect her own anonymity in the film she pulled on tight, black latex Catwoman style face mask, which rather matched the large bullwhip Mariah next pulled from the bag.

Mariah cracked the whip explosively feet away from Beyonce and smiled as the young singer gave a jump at the sudden noise, her blindness making her hearing that bit more sensitive. However, Mariah just played the handle of the whip over Beyonce's back, ass and thighs at this point, eager to further build her anticipation.

Mariah then took three weights from her bag and carefully connected them to the nipple clamps that Beyonce wore and one to the clamp on her clit. The weights were heavy enough to uncomfortably pull her breasts toward the floor and pull at her pussy, but not pull the clamps off. She watched her captive's body react to this new pain for a moment then, without warning, picked up the whip and mercilessly lashed it six times onto Beyonce's exposed behind. Each time eliciting a louder cry from behind the firmly lodged ball gag. 

Each blow left a cruel looking strip-mark across Beyonce's backside and Mariah after the sixth halted and hooking her hands into Beyonce's long mane of hair pulled her head back and whispered into her ear "Are you enjoying this Bee? Does it turn you on?" To which Beyonce nodded her restrained head in agreement. Mariah cupped her hand, pushed past the weight attached to her clit and felt the sopping wet pussy of her slave as evidence of this and replied "I knew you would, I've known it since I first set eyes on you, I can tell you see what makes a pain loving slut!" and with that she delivered a further hard spank with her hand to Beyonce's sore bum.

Mariah left Beyonce standing there and again rummaged in the holdall, pulling out a strap on dildo with a difference. She stepped into the contraption and pulled it up and tightened it around her lower waist, clearly displaying the two dicks that stuck out from her crotch now. The top one was long and thin the bottom one much thicker and a little longer. Without indicating to the tied woman before her what she intended to do Mariah thrust both dildos in (one in her asshole and one in her wet pussy) gaining a satisfying groan from Beyonce as the invaded her.

Mariah quickly reached a hard and fast pace as she pumped her young slut and used Beyonce's flowing hair as a form of reigns to pull back on her head to penetrate deeper and deeper. As she thrust in she released both Beyonce's blindfold and gag allowing the camera to capture exactly who had suffered his treatment and how much she was enjoying it by her wild yelps of encouragement to her new Mistress. 

Mariah fucked her for nearly half an hour with no respite or let up, by the time they both climaxed the sweat was dripping from their toned bodies and Mariah's big tits had bounced more than ever. Beyonce screamed her orgasm as the camera silently recorded the scene and as they both recovered from the effort Mariah slumped over Beyonce's body and Beyonce slumped on the bottom of the bed, the weights still cruelly pulling her skin towards the floor.

After a minute to compose herself Mariah spoke to Beyonce again "That was well done bitch, I can't tell you how long I've looked forward to doing that to you. But don't think that is all. I have so many things to do to and with you. Are you excited by that?"

"Yes Mistress" replied the subservient Beyonce.

"Good. I'm going to release you now and pack up and leave. You will tell no-one of what happened tonight and I will leave an address on your pillow which I will expect you to come to next weekend. If you don't come I will assume you have changed your mind , but I hope you won't .I want you to surrender yourself to me of your own accord"

With that Mariah pulled all her toys and instruments into the holdall and pulled on a long black trench coat and stepped outside with nothing else on and left Beyonce recovering on her bed , flushed with excitement. Mariah thought how pleased her Mistress would be with her as she exited the hotel.

To Be Continued...

Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 02



Author's Note : This is chapter 2 of this tale and I would urge you to have read chapter 1 as well (and please vote for it as it got a low (but good ) level of response).

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The taxi came to a halt before the huge mansion and Beyonce rather tentatively exited from the back seat. She was alone and in something of a disguise (sunglasses and a dowdy jumper and jeans to hide her stunning looks and figure) and was both extremely excited at the possibilities of this weekend may bring and extremely worried as well. Since her night with Mistress Mariah she could think of little else than what the older diva had done to her and how she had reacted to it and enjoyed it. Actually, enjoyed was the wrong word, she had adored being treated like that, she had adored being taken by Mariah and tied up and used as she wanted. Fact is, Beyonce had thought since that night that she could easily become addicted to being treated like that. But still that was tempered with concern for what she was doing, she was a superstar, what if the press discovered this side to her? She had such a carefully cultivated public image and if this was revealed in public it would ruin it. 

The driver handed Beyonce her case, accepted his payment and a hefty tip and sped off down the driveway leaving her standing looking up at the large wooden doors at the top of a high set of stone steps. She ascended them and rang the bell, trying to control her fast beating heart and wet her drying lips. She pressed the large button and waited, taking the time to scan the outside of the huge country mansion, noting the CCTV cameras that were dotted around the building suggesting a high security presence somewhere. One of the camera's seemed to focus on her and again she had doubts about this, the prospect of being caught on camera not a pleasant one to her (little knowing Mariah had a tape of her in action from their first encounter in Beyonce's hotel suite). At least one minute passed and no-one came and she was starting to feel compelled to act either to ring again or to leave, putting it all down to a foolish misjudgement when suddenly the large double doors opened inwards and she was admitted by a tall, balding butler.

As he closed the doors behind him Beyonce took in the hallway, it was poorly lit but oozed elegance and riches, reminding her of all the mansions she had seen Hollywood movies. Without speaking the butler managed to thrust a card into he hand. Confused, she opened it and read.

"Well done Bee, I knew you would come. I know how much you enjoyed our last meeting and can promise even greater things if you give yourself to me completely. I will be with you presently, however, in the meantime I want you to give your case to Jenks (the butler) then I want you to strip naked and give your clothes to him. Once you have done that he will give you further instructions. Mistress M.x." 

The butler stood stock still in front of her awaiting her next movement. Beyonce swallowed and made up her mind to go through with it, she had come this far and besides last time had been so exciting and enlightening for her. She handed over her suitcase and watched aghast as he took it and threw it carelessly into a side cupboard and stood impatiently waiting her next move. Feeling pressured and flustered under his cold, hard stare Beyonce nonetheless stripped off her thick jumper and jeans and shoes, leaving her standing before him in just a tiny black bra and panties. Holding her discarded clothes he tapped his foot impatiently waiting for her to finish her undressing. So she reached behind her back and unlatched her bra clasp and let it slide down her arms and shyly handed it over to the butler. He took it impassively and awaited the final garment. Giving a little sniff, and feeling embarrassed to be nude before this man she had never met before she hooked her hands into the sides of the panties and slid them down her legs and stepped out of them before handing them over. Jenks flung the pile of clothes into the cupboard and came back over with a small box. He dropped it on the ground in front of the naked figure of the diva and spoke harshly to her.

"In the box you will find a pair of wrist chains, a pair of ankle chains, a collar and leash, a ball gag and a blindfold. You are expected to put all of these items on then wait here, on hands and knees for your Mistress to collect you. If you fail to put any of the items on or are not in the position when she arrives for you, you will assumed as not wanting to serve and as such will be asked to leave here. Do you understand?"

Beyonce nodded, but by that time the butler already had his back to her and was disappearing up a side passage, leaving her alone and confused in the hall. She crouched, conscious of her nakedness and started taking the items from the box and laying them out on the floor in front of her. Mentally, she convinced herself that she was doing this come what may and began the process by affixing the collar around her neck. She hurried it on and soon had everything in place, her hands secured in front of her body so that she was able to pull the blindfold down over her eyes and assume the position on hands and knees on the floor. She knelt there feeling helpless for sometime, there was hardly a noise, bar a slight breeze that came through the side of the door whistling behind her. She felt a mixture of emotions rushing through her, fear, excitement, even a little turned on at her exposure and treatment at the hands of the rude butler (her nipples visibly hardening as she knelt there waiting).

Kneeling there blindfolded and restrained her sense of hearing seemed to be magnified and she nearly jumped up when she heard a loud clicking of heels approach her to the left. They strode towards her and stopped right next to her. She held her breath in anticipation and gave an involuntary shudder as a soft, feminine hand ran through her long hair and softly patted her head.

"Good girl B. I knew you'd do as you were instructed" Mariah almost whispered to her tethered slave girl.

Beyonce then felt the slack of her leash being taken up and she was tugged along by her Mistress like a dog. Fortunately, there was plenty of give in her wrist and ankle cuffs so she wasn't too shackled to crawl with discomfort. As she crawled along at Mariah's heel Beyonce thought about how Mariah had spoken to her. She had been much softer spoken and subdued than in the hotel room and Beyonce wondered what had changed. She didn't have too longer to ponder as they came to a stop and Mariah led her down a set of cold, stone steps. They journeyed down the steps for some time, the atmosphere getting colder as they went until finally the steps stopped and the walked forward again until Mariah halted.

They waited some moments and Beyonce could hear other walking, scuffling noises to her right and felt Mariah's hands slowly pull off her blindfold.

The sight that confronted her was a large dark room, seemingly lit only by a series of torches along the wall. She was kneeling on concrete and standing before her was her Mistress, Mariah Carey. Mariah was clad in black heels only, the rest of her curvaceous body naked as the day she was born. When she looked down to view the restrained Beyonce, Beyonce was surprised to see a thick leather studded collar tightly around Mariah's neck. Then a small gasp to her left caused Beyonce to glance in that direction. Again, she was taken aback to see two figures in the red fire-cast shadows there. They seemed to represent almost a mirror image of Beyonce and her Mistress. One woman standing over a bound second woman. But closer examination showed this was no reflection. Indeed, as Beyonce's eyes adjusted better to the gloom the other two figures stared back at her to reveal them as Halle Berry standing as Mariah stood and Christina Milian trussed up as Beyonce was. Before anything further was said or done a fifth figure appeared before all four of them and simultaneously Halle and Mariah lowered their eyes and sunk to their knees in honour of this newcomer. Beyonce tried to do the same but failed and couldn't deny herself a glimpse, and couldn't hide her surprise to be looking up at the cat suited figure of Whitney Houston.

Exactly four weeks previously...

Whooosh! Crack!!!

The riding crop exploded with noise as it connected firmly with Mariah Carey's soft buttocks, which may have sounded to some like pain but was in fact exquisite pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut and counted aloud "Nine" and awaited the tenth blow.

It came seconds later, her Mistress Whitney Houston adding a little extra snap to it knowing it would be the final one and smiling as Mariah gave a little squeal and spoke " Ten. Thank you Mistress" in her little girl lost voice.

Whitney stood back to admire the angry red lines she had created across Mariah's beautiful backside. They almost symmetrically criss crossed her ass as she hung there, chained to the tall red cross in Whitney's dungeon.

"Now it's your turn slut" spoke Whitney as she moved over to an identical cross which had Halle Berry's sumptuous body chained to it in identical fashion as Mariah's.

"Ready?" she asked and Halle nodded and answered "Yes Mistress" and the crop swung down cut the air.

Whooosh! Crack!

"One."

As she listened to her fellow slave's punishment, Mariah envied her and thought back to how this situation had come about where she was forced to share her Mistress with the actress. Mariah had first been taken on as a submissive by Whitney when they had performed a duet a few years earlier, the older woman seducing her rival and soon introducing her to the idea of being subservient to her. Mariah loved it, she loved giving up control to her fellow diva and they shared many sexy, kinky sessions over the years. Whitney could be, and often was, a cruel and sadistic Mistress, taking a strong sexual pleasure from punishing and humiliating her slaves. The fact was, however, that Mariah loved that, she got off on that treatment, and it was a mutually pleasurable relationship for some time.

Then one time when Mariah had arrived at Whitney's 'special' mansion in the country she was introduced to Halle and the situation changed. Whitney it seemed had recruited a new famous submissive and had designs to create a harem. This annoyed Mariah, particularly as Halle got the lion's share of attention to begin with and this led to a resentment between both slaves, one which Whitney seemed to encourage, wanting no empathy between her superstar slaves.

"Ten. Thank you!" exclaimed Halle as the final stroke lashed across her soft, brown buttocks. Whitney stood back as her two beautiful slaves hung from their crosses before her.

"I know you both resent each other's presence as my slaves. Well that is tough! I will have as many submissive sluts serve me as I want. However, I do intend for a little change of roles around here when we get together. Basically I am going to add some younger, fresher blood to my harem and you two will help with the recruiting. I have two candidates in mind and after studying them feel sure they will be susceptible to the subservient roles I give them. But you two will convince them to come here and will each support them in their early days. Once you have trained them I will test them and whoever's little slave girl pleases me most will win a special prize for their sponsor. That being that that slave will be able to dominate the others when I say so. So, Mariah if you want to be the one punishing Halle then this will be your chance and Halle if you want this diva to obey you then here is your chance. But first you must convince my two prospective new subs of their new roles." 

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Back to the present and a heavy scented, fire lit dungeon where five beautiful famous women are placed in an erotic tableau.

The silence is broken as Whitney Houston steps forward towards her four bowed slaves. Whitney has a statuesque figure and despite being the oldest of the assembled quintet more than holds her own in the sexiness stakes. Indeed the confident way she moves gives her an air that none of her younger servants can match. She is wearing a full body black, skin tight, cat suit. On her feet are incredibly long, thin high heeled shoes but her movements remain graceful and catlike. Beyonce cannot help but stare at the black, army officer type cap that Whitney has balanced on her head giving her yet more authority over the four. A glance from Beyonce at Mariah reveals a completely different Mariah than the one who so confidently and dominatingly taken her in a hotel room only a week earlier. This Mariah, her neck encircled by thick collar, her long hair straight and hanging over her shoulders, knelt head bowed next to Beyonce never once looking up.

Whitney came before Beyonce and Mariah and at once picked up Beyonce's leash and jerked it as hard as possible. Pulling at Beyonce's neck painfully.

"Listen carefully slut" Whitney hissed at Beyonce," For the punishment for failing to listen will be severe. When you are in the presence of your Mistress you will never meet her eyes as you have just done. Understand?"

Beyonce nodded her head feebly and whispered a "Yes Mistress" which failed to change Whitney's hard glance at her serf. Seemingly producing a thin bamboo cane from inside her outfit, she slapped it hard against her own palm and stood before Mariah.

"Your slave has not impressed me so far. Do you think she would respond better if I gave her a taste of my cane?"

Mariah spoke in a soft, young voice saying that would be in order.

"I disagree slut" barked Whitney at Mariah," You are responsible for her so I feel you should take her punishment, go and assume the position on the whipping cross."

Mariah slowly rose to her feet and walked to the side of the room and stood, leaning slightly forward, her arms spread to the side and her shapely bottom beautifully presented to her watchers.

"Slave Halle, come here" demanded Whitney. 

Whitney then presented the cane to Halle and told her to discipline her fellow slave with fifteen swipes of the cane.

"You will thank Halle for each stroke and maybe take the opportunity to consider that if your slave Beyonce continues to disappoint that Halle whipping you may become rather more permanent."

Beyonce watched from her low position as a small smile crossed Halle's lips as she swung the cane back and brought it crashing down on Mariah's backside.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note : Thanks for reading, please take the time to vote and make any comments or suggestions as to how you would like the story to progress. 



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 03



(This is the third part of this story, to make sense I would urge you to read the previous chapters - they're quite good I promise. Sorry for the long wait for chapter 3 and thanks very much for the kind feedback I've received for the first two chapters)

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Mariah Carey sat on the edge of her bed in Whitney Houston's mansion and absent-mindedly played with the full, long, luxurious hair of Beyonce Knowles, who knelt at her feet with her head resting against Mariah's soft, naked thighs. They both stared at the wall clock, watching the minute hand tick inexorably towards one' o'clock. At that time Beyonce would enter Whitney's dungeon alone for a domination session with her new Mistress that would have major ramifications for both Beyonce and Mariah. 

As they waited they knew Christina Milian had been in there with Mistress Whitney for the past two hours and that if Whitney was happier with Christina than Beyonce then Halle Berry would assume a new position within this Harem of slaves. The thought was abhorrent to Mariah, she did not want to submit to anyone other than Whitney far less someone she openly disliked such as Halle.

"Bee, remember last week in your hotel room?"

How could she forget! A nod.

"You liked it didn't you? Well so did I.I loved dominating you. I love how I felt doing all those kinky things to you and have you willingly submit to me. But for me I love it even more when I submit to Mistress Whitney. She knows how to treat me. Ever since I first met her I have only wanted to please her. If YOU don't please her today, if you don't do better than Christina then I'll lose a part of that. I don't want to lose that. You won't let me down will you Bee?"

A soft "No Mistress Mariah."

In an instant Mariah changed, her face hardened and darkened and her soft stroking of Beyonce's hair changed suddenly to a hard pull on it and in a low, threatening voice she spoke.

"You'd better fucking not, slave!" and she held Beyonce's shocked gaze.

The intense moment was broken when Whitney's butler, Jenks, came to snootily inform them to come to the anti-chamber. This room outside one of Whitney's dungeons was cold and damp, dark and oppressive. Both Beyonce and Mariah knelt in silence once Jenks left, both pondering Mariah's earlier threat. Beyonce had winced as Halle had viciously caned Mariah the night before due to Beyonce's failings. She did not want to let her down again.

Minutes passed before Jenks returned with Halle Berry, naked, she smiled nastily at Mariah before kneeling beside her and within the seconds the large wooden door all three waited on, swung open.

Whitney Houston exited first looking stunning in a bright scarlet, figure hugging cat-suit. She was wearing an impossible set of spike heeled boots in matching red and in her right hand held a curled up bull whip and in her left a leash. She comes further out and we see that attached to the leash is a silver collar fitted tightly around the sexy little neck of Christina Milian.

Christina looked amazing, her hair damp with sweat at it's ends, her eyes a mixture of elation and subjugation, her body lithe, naked, curvy and obviously marked by Whitney's treatment of her. She crawled on hands and knees, like a well trained dog, behind her Mistress. Her body showed visible signs of fatigue and her progress was slow enough that leash went tight once and she had to put a small spurt on to gain some slack. Whitney stopped before Halle Berry and told her, " My new slave has pleased me greatly, she accepted all the punishment I felt necessary and never once gave me cause to complain, well done slave Halle. You make take this bitch back and play with her."

Before Halle turned, Whitney grabbed her by the shoulder, "But make sure you do not be too hard on her, I do not want her too much more exerted this day."

"Yes Mistress."

Halle stood and led her charge from the room. Whitney's dominant gaze moved now to the remaining subs. She let her eyes take in both Beyonce and Mariah's magnificent figures, Beyonce's hard and athletic, Mariah's soft and voluptuous. Whitney slowly walked behind both and ran her hands over their shoulders.

"Slave Mariah, kiss your charge good luck then leave us. You may return at four for her - if she lasts!"

Mariah knew what kind of kiss Whitney demanded and she turned towards Beyonce and locked her big red lips onto the younger slaves and let her tongue explore her mouth, searching out Beyonce's tongue and massaging it roughly with her's. The snog lasted a whole minute and as Mariah disengaged her lips a trail of saliva spilled from Beyonce's mouth and lay, glistening on her pert breasts. Without further comment Mariah arose and left the room, leaving just Beyonce and the menacing figure of Whitney Houston.

Whitney reached down and took a big handful of Beyonce's hair, tightened her grip then led her newest slave through the open door and into the dark opening to her dungeon. It was a dark room that, because of the dim red lighting that surrounded it in shadows, appeared much larger than it actually was. Various implements and features were scattered throughout the room and Beyonce had every reason to expect they would be put to good use on her body that afternoon. Whitney released her grip on Beyonce in the centre of the room and turned to close the door. Beyonce felt strong, powerful hands encircle her neck and stiff fingers roughly massage her.

"If you want to serve me, to be my slave, to be my bitch, Beyonce, you will wear my collar. Understand?"

A small nod followed by "Yes Mistress."

The next thing she felt was a stiff, thick, leather collar being slipped around her neck and being pulled tightly, for a moment too tightly, together. A snap followed a lock and she was collared, a large silver ring the only accoutrement to the collar, hanging from the front over her neck.

"So you think you can serve me, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Slave Mariah tells me you like pleasure and pain, that you loved being her little pain-slut. Is this correct?"

"Yes Mistress" Beyonce's voice a low gasp of anticipation.

"Then tell me what you are Beyonce, Tell Me!"

" I am your pain slut Mistress, your bitch, your slave, I want to serve you and please you Mistress."

"Then you can please me by getting your slutty body over to that St. Andrews cross on the far wall, crawl to it like the pathetic skank you are, when you get there stand and lean on it, I will tie you to it, we will see how much you want to please me when I am thrashing you!"

Beyonce began to crawl across the stone floor, her head down in subservience and her immaculate hair falling by her. Whitney took a moment to fully watch the athletic and supple body slink across the room like a jungle cat, oh she was going to enjoy this afternoon.

Having crawled to the imposing structure of the red and black painted heavy wooden cross Beyonce stretched up to her feet and sensuously stretched her frame across it, her long arms and legs following the contours of the shape perfectly. More than anything Beyonce wanted to slip her fingers into her sopping wet pussy and frig herself, she was getting so turned on by this but she knew it would likely enrage her new Mistress. Beyonce took time to reflect as Whitney moved behind her and used ropes on the cross to restrain her wrists and ankles, that this feeling had been what was missing from her life. This feeling of belonging to someone wholly, entirely and of being dominated and abused. Beyonce had never felt as excited and turned on as she had in this last week and knew she could never return to her previous self, she would have to belong to someone else, someone who took as much pleasure dishing out the punishment as Beyonce took in receiving it. Someone like Whitney Houston…….

SMACK!!!!!!!!

Whitney's open palm exploded on Beyonce's perfect bottom loudly, the crack echoing through the dungeon.

"Just a small taste Bitch" threatened Whitney.

A hot flush spread over Beyonce's skin and she longed for her Mistress to repeat the blow but dared not voice the plea. Instead she could only catch her breath as Whitney deliberately ran her hand up from Beyonce's spanked bum cheek and trace a sensual path from there up the singer's side and to her in facing breast and taking a firm hold of her right nipple. Whitney's thumb and forefinger gently played around Beyonce's nipple before suddenly tightening themselves into a painful nip that sent shivers of ecstasy through Beyonce's bound body. With a sharp tug and twist Whitney released her grip and walked over to the opposite wall, Beyonce tried to make out the noises of things being thrown and dropped behind her.

"I have a little game of chance for you Bitch. Behind you I have spread out five object to beat you with, they are, in no particular order, a whip, a horse-crop, a paddle, a cane and a belt. I have numbered them one to five - no don't try to see round - you can pick a number between one and five and I will use which ever implement you chose to demonstrate to you what the penalty for failure to properly serve your Mistress will be. So Bitch, choose your number."

Beyonce hesitated, disconcerted by this turn of events, then hurriedly blurted out "Three."

"Ah Good, You know I did this same exercise with that young cunt Christina this morning I will be interested to see the comparison between the two of you. Bee you have chosen this."

With a whirling of air the tip of a bamboo cane came to rest on Beyonce's shoulder and it prodded at her face. 

"Now slave, you can beg me to stop whenever you want and I will, but just remember that I will consider this a part of my decision over Halle and Mariah, so lets see how devoted you are to your Mistress" , mocked Whitney.

Without further comment Whitney swung the cane and it sliced through the air and cracked down onto Beyonce's soft ass flesh. She winced and grimaced from the blow as she felt it's sharp warmth move in a line over her bottom but also relished it.

"Like that slut? Want another? Well tell me then, beg for it, or beg me to stop."

"P-Please Mistress, please cane me again I can take it, please punish me."

No more invitation was required and Whitney slashed the cane twice more onto Beyonce's famous arse, each time harder than before and Whitney gleefully watch Beyonce's face contort in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"More Bitch?" , the demand was met with a pathetic nod of her head, followed by three more rapid fire strikes of the cane, each time Whitney tried to match the red welt that she had laid down in Beyonce's perfect skin with the previous blow.

They stung like hell but Beyonce gritted her teeth and absorbed them, welcoming the intense feelings to her senses and trying to help out Mariah but she knew she would not be able to absorb much more - these were fully fledged swipes of the cane Whitney was dishing out and she was a powerful woman. In fact she took a further seven blows before begging Whitney to stop and true to her promise Whitney halted immediately but she did not tell her slave whether she lasted longer than Christina or not.

Whitney spoke softly into Beyonce's ear as she hung panting from the cross.

"Good slave, I'm impressed with that it shows you can take a beating from your Mistress and enjoy it but you should know maybe next time I won't stop when you ask me" and with that Beyonce felt Whitney's hand explore her exposed crotch and her long middle finger sneak between the flaps of her pussy and snake up and inside her. She couldn't help but moan in excitement. The finger went deeper and deeper and roughly probed the sides of her vagina on the way as Beyonce tossed her head back in pleasure.

"You like that Bitch?"

Dreamily, "Yes Mistress."

And with that the finger shot out from Beyonce's sopping wet pussy and as she licked it clean Whitney stated plainly "Well tough, you're here to please me not the other way about."

"Now I want to test your limits further slave, I will release you from the cross and I want you to crawl over to my rack over there for my next trial of your submission."

Beyonce did as told to the letter and once more Whitney was able to admire the young diva crawling across her dungeon floor although this time her cute arse was criss-cross with red welts that the cane had left. Whitney felt there would be many times to come she could punish that soft arse of Beyonce, many times.

Whitney instructed Beyonce to lie on the metal rack table she had and to stretch out that beautiful body once more. Again Whitney took pleasure tying her wrists and ankles tightly at farthest extremes of the rack on the axles of the design. Whitney then pulled down several chains that hung from the frame over the rack and as she sorted them out Beyonce's body trembled with excitement. It was well founded as first Whitney attached two nipple clamps on the end of two of the chains to Beyonce's jutting out nipples then she used two more similarly ended ones onto her labia lips before finally attaching a bigger on to Beyonce's sticking out clit. Each attachment sent a thrill though Beyonce's spread out body.

Whitney then began to turn a handle next to the rack and slowly the chains began to tighten and rise up away from the skin they were so connected to. Beyonce's body lifted with them but only so far until the skin began to stretch slightly and Whitney stopped winding the handle, locking it in place. She then began to turn a second handle and slowly but surely Beyonce felt her arms and legs being stretched in different directions, added to the clamps on her sensitive areas this made an unbelievable sensation on Beyonce and she longed to writhe and enjoy it but she was too restrained. Whitney halted the handle at the perfect spot to leave Beyonce's incredible body stretched and arched to it's peak and then lit a cigarette and observed her slaves position.

As she blew smoke over the notoriously health conscious Beyonce, Whitney sneered down at her, "maybe I should keep you like that and use you as my ashtray."

"Whatever would please you Mistress."

"Whatever would please me? Well" she spoke as she clasped the cigarette between her lips and unclipped a large flap that stretched the length of the crotch of her cat suit , "It would please me if I sat on your face right now and you licked me as well as you can. Let's see if your any better than that little slut this morning."

A large bush of pubic hair extended from the flap and Whitney took another drag on her cigarette before clambering onto the table, splaying her thighs either side of Beyonce's face and positioning her wet pussy right over the younger woman's mouth. This action moved Beyonce's body on a few occasions and with each slight movement a new shot of stabbing sensation spread through either her breasts of her pussy.

"Now get licking Bitch!" demanded Whitney.

Beyonce Knowles put her long, strong tongue to good effect and stretched it up and right into the warm, hairy moistness above her and began to rigorously lick it. Whitney felt so sexy perched atop the face of such a famous slut and as she dragged at her cigarette she peered down to see the obvious joy of her slave. In a flash Whitney reached down and captured Beyonce's nostrils between her thumb and fore-finger and as her mouth was engulfed with Whitney's cunt Beyonce was effectively cut off from air. The slave's eyes flew wide open in a panic only to look straight into the leering, mocking eyes above her and all at once Beyonce got it, she had to trust her Mistress, this was a test just as before. She closed her eyes slowly and submissively and immediately felt the fingers leave her nose and clear air pass through it again.

"Good slut Beyonce, I am impressed, now get me off!" and with that began to ride her slave's face even harder causing her body to jump with every bounce and the chains to tighten and slacken relentlessly on Beyonce's nipples and clit and labia. Whitney created a relentless pace that Beyonce strived to match and very quickly they were both on the point of cumming. Whitney climaxed first, the excellent work of Beyonce's tongue doing it's work perfectly and she came wetly and messily over Beyonce's panting mouth and face, glazing her cover girl features in her sweet fluid.

Whitney slid off the slippery face and contemptuously flicked her cigarette butt to the stone floor and seemed to take inordinate pleasure in grinding it into the floor under her heel. She looked again at Beyonce, Beyonce who desperately wanted to cum but with no additional touch to herself and without the permission of her Mistress was unable to climax.

"Would you like to cum slave?"

"Yes Mistress. Please may I cum?"

"Yes bitch but not there and not like that, I have greater plans for that slut's body of yours. You'll like it I swear."

Whitney took her time releasing the various clamps from Beyonce, waiting a second for each to let the blood rush back into them before clamping them tight for another second or so, so that her slave writhed in ecstasy before finally freeing her from all the chains that held her. Whitney then had Beyonce kneel once more at her feet and she produced a sensory deprivation rubber head mask which she peeled over Beyonce's head, covering her eyes, ears, and mouth with just two special straws going into her nostrils to allow her to breath easily.

Beyonce felt more turned on than ever before in her life, she could hear nothing, see nothing and was effectively mute all she felt was rough tugging at her collar which she had to go with and her Mistress dragged her to the far end of the dungeon.

If she had been able to see then she would have watched in amazement as two stunningly beautiful naked women entered the dungeon (they had been watching proceedings on a monitor until Whitney had summoned them). They were Kelly Rowland and Michelle Williams, Beyonce's band mates from Destiny's Child. They were also new recruits to Whitney's Harem and they were both sporting long and thick strap on dildos and smiling from ear to ear. Wordlessly and under strict orders from Mistress Whitney, Michelle lay flat on the floor and Kelly guided Beyonce's soaking pussy onto the upturned plastic phallus, immediately Beyonce began bucking upon it. Kelly could hardly contain her enthusiasm to join the fray and quickly slipped her lubed up plastic dick into Beyonce's arsehole and the two of them double penetrated Beyonce and fucked her as hard as they could.

Whitney could only stand back and marvel at the orgy of gorgeous female flesh before her eyes, her power was indeed incredible. As she had guessed the vaginal and anal pounding she took was too much for Beyonce to withstand and very quickly she was tossing her body from side to side (as much as she could while pinned down by those lengthy plastic pricks) and obviously at last fully climaxing. Her friends and band mates however, did not let up their fucking of her magnificent body and continued to pummel her for a further ten minutes before Whitney signalled for them to leave and she stood over Beyonce's worn out body.

Whitney peeled off the mask and stared deep into Beyonce's eyes and saw nothing other than thankfulness and submission .

"Well slave I can see how much you enjoyed that, I'll allow you to show your thankfulness by licking my boots clean." There was not a moments hesitation as Beyonce lowered her head and obediently began to lap her tongue against the dusty red boots adorning Whitney's shapely legs.

Thus ended Beyonce's first session under her new Mistress, Whitney Houston. Whitney allowed Beyonce to finish cleaning her boots, attached a leash to Beyonce's collar and as with Christina Milian before, she walked her out of the dungeon like a dog - and her dog was more than willing. Mariah Carey was waiting for them and Whitney gave no indication of how Beyonce had fared but told Mariah to go and pamper her slave that evening.




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 03



The next morning at nine on the dot Halle,Mariah,Christina and Beyonce were led by Jenks to Whitney's front lawn and as they knelt there, naked on the dewy grass, Whitney spoke to them.

"Slaves, I have tested our two new bitches this weekend and am pleased to announce that the winner of my contest is……Halle Berry!"

Four sets of eyes found out the others, they were a mixture of elation, pleasure, hatred, dread and shock.

"I have to leave now for an engagement so from now on I expect you to submit to Halle. She will have dominance over you other three and can discipline you however she likes, that is my decision." With that Whitney hurried away to her appointment with her CCTV cameras to observe what would happen.

Halle rose to her feet once her Mistress had left and strode to Mariah, held her hair roughly and slapped her, "You'll serve me now you cunt and learn to love it….as will you Bitch" ,this last comment aimed at a worried Beyonce.

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OK please take the time to comment and vote. I'd especially welcome ideas and thoughts on where I can take this series from here because right now I don't have many. Other than I'd like to introduce Jennifer Lopez but in what capacity?



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 04



The dark, stretch limousine cruised silently through the cold, deserted streets of Los Angeles, snaking through the streets inexorably towards its destination. It was late at night, just past midnight and in this business area of town on a Saturday night you rarely saw anyone around. The long car wound around one last corner and gently slowed to a stop in front of a non-descript grey stone building, whose windows were tinted out – not that that was uncommon around here. Almost as it came to a halt the drivers door swung soundlessly open and out stepped an immaculately attired chauffer, his dark suit and tie contrasting with his bright white shirt. He took off his cap and unconsciously brushed at his hair with his hand as he clicked the back door open.

From the darkness inside emerged a long stiletto heel, then another and finally all of Whitney Houston came into the open. Clad in an ankle length, black coat that covered her totally except her head she stood up straight, took a deliberate glance at her diamond encrusted watch and fixed her driver with a withering, cold stare. They were three minutes late, Whitney hated being late and her look told him exactly what she thought of him. He couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get the others out! I don't want to waste any more time, we're late enough as it is."

Three minutes! But that was Mistress Whitney. Nothing but perfection satisfied her, and everyone knew it. The driver hurried to the further down doors and busied himself while two burly doormen watched the scene with detached amusement. She was one tough Bitch and they had felt the force of her tongue before so it was nice seeing someone else catch it. Of course their eyes were not on him when the four occupants of the lower door to the car emerged.

First came Halle Berry, then Christina Milian, then Beyonce Knowles and lastly Mariah Carey. All four were clothed identically, in long black, shiny capes that prevented any inch of their bodies being seen except their heads and necks. And all four of those beautiful necks were encircled by a black, leather, studded collar.

Striding purposefully towards the door guarded by the doormen, Whitney clicked her fingers and four of her sexy ass bitches obediently got into line behind her to follow her into the club. Whitney waltzed in, of course no-one would stop or question her. Once inside and the heavy doors once again relocked, Whitney whipped off her coat to reveal an amazing, figure hugging red PVC cat suit that displayed every curve of her magnificent body. She took her favourite riding crop from the inside of the jacket and as a submissive attendant girl collect the Mistresses coat, she turned to her celebrity slaves and ordered them to disrobe. And what a sight to behold.

Halle wore only black fetish tape , wound twice around her torso so as to cover her nipples and a kinky, black loin cloth that, when it swung, revealed her shaven pussy (and it swung with every move her legs made!).

Christina was topless, her pert little tits standing up proudly , while a washable tattoo on her stomach declared as "Mistress Whitney's Bitch", she had a silver chain-mail style belt/skirt around her waist.

Beyonce's breasts were also exposed but they also had a chain hanging from each nipple and a crocodile jaw style clamp digging into each nipple. She wore a heavy plastic belt around her waist which had a strip that disappeared between her legs. What an onlooker would not know was that the strip had two large inward facing dildos attached to it and one was buried in Beyonce's pussy while the other was jammed in her asshole. Of course when you saw Beyonce walk you guessed something was up.

Mariah, finally, was stark naked except from her collar. Whitney produced a red ball gag and fitted it into her mouth and strapped it around Mariah's head, pushed her forward and swished the crop six times on Mariah's ass.

None of the slaves wore footwear, their bare feet another sign of their submission to Whitney. Whitney took four leashes from the coat check attendant and affixed them to each of her bitches collars and they immediately sunk to their hands and knees and as an inner doorman pushed open the next door and the music and voices and wails and sounds of leather on skin came bursting out Whitney lead her four superstar slave sluts into the clubs main play area for another Saturday night of fun and games.

The 'D' Club. More exclusive than any other establishment in the world. No press know about it, they never will. Any new Mistress or Master will only be admitted if they are a true A list star with everything to lose if they talked and if they sign a contract that would mean the end for them if tell anyone about it.

As Whitney and her bitches entered the massive ballroom that all the celeb BDSM action takes place in nearly every eye turned to watch their entrance. Whitney was a founder member and is hugely respected by the other master's and Mistress's, respected but not liked.

One pair of eyes were especially interested in their entrance. Sat upon a huge gold throne with two well known soap actors naked and cowering at her feet was Jennifer Lopez. Clad in one piece mesh and leather teddy outfit with thigh high boots and leather gauntlets she seductively removed the cigarette (held in a diamond encrusted holder) and, locked her hypnotic eyes on the new arrivals and barked out a command.

"Ashtray! Now!"

The young actor shuffled forward and obediently opened his mouth so J-Lo could dump her ashes on his tongue and then turned around and braced himself as his Mistress stubbed it out on his upturned butt. The Sexy Latino Dominatrix followed the progress of Whitney's group intently, she hadn't seen her since she added Christina and Beyonce to her Harem. And it was the leggy Destiny 's Child singer that especially took Jennifer's attention. Jenny had lost count of the number of times she had fantasised about dominating her younger rival, but she had always believed the normally clean cut Beyonce wound not be into the lifestyle and had contented herself with fantasy. And now here she was, in the club, on her knees, crawling like a little subbie bitch behind Mistress Whitney.

At last Whitney arrived at her own hand carved throne of marble she had commissioned all those years ago. She sat and looked down her nose at the four gorgeous forms of womanhood who parked up at her feet and looked up at her like puppy dogs desperate to please their Mistress. With sharp staccato orders she soon gave them their immediate duties as she settled back to see who was in the club tonight. She had Halle and Christina position themselves in a 69 to her right side so that they could each lick the others wet pussy while she looked on. She had Mariah kneel before her so she could use the small of her back as a footstool and she had Beyonce kneel and give her a sensuous foot massage. 

Whitney scanned the room, seeing rivals and colleagues in various forms of erotic expression. Spankings, floggings and humiliations throughout the cavernous arena all with a low, incessant musical beat behind it. Then she spied Jennifer Lopez strutting across the floor with a purpose. Whitney had met her a few times and while they had not argued she was of the impression that Jennifer was just a little too cocky, too sure of herself and besides she was a rival. Whitney tried to keep the sneer from her face as Lopez came nearer, thinking to herself that she walked like a true slut, all in the hip movement.

"I wonder what this whore wants?", she spoke softly to herself as it became clear that she was headed to her.

Jennifer came right up behind where the oblivious Beyonce massaged her Mistresses feet and placed her hands on her hips and stared at Whitney for the longest time, neither willing to break the silence. Eventually Jennifer had to.

"Whitney, looking so good as always (Whitney just nodded that she agreed with this unmeant compliment). I must say it has been a while since I have seen you down here and I had no idea you had recruited such impressive new talent (at this comment Jennifer ran her fingers gently through Beyonce's beautiful long hair)." 

"Hands off my property Jennifer. Don't touch what you can't afford", the insult was delivered with a smile that infuriated La Lopez, especially as she just had to laugh it off, she had decided that she must have Beyonce, whatever it took.

"Ah well, no offence intended Whitney but I wondered, I've long wanted to get my hands on this little one and I thought, well I wondered, if, maybe I could borrow her for a day or so. You know Mistress to Mistress I'd really appreciate it."

Really the cheek of her! thought Whitney. Her immediate reaction was to tell her to fuck off, but she kept her calm composure and fixed an icy stare at Jennifer and merely said she'd think about it. Really just thinking that she'd string her along for the night then tell her.

"Thanks, and please remember I'd gladly pay whatever price you want for this beauty" was Jennifer's parting shot, hopeful she could reach an amicable agreement.

But as the night passed Whitney became more and more intrigued by the idea and various thoughts flew through her warped and twisted mind and when Jennifer was enjoying a cigarette and a drink later that night after flogging one of her young stars it was Whitney that stood before her, her four bitches keeping themselves entertained back at her throne.

"Jennifer, I've thought about what you said and I am willing to allow you one day with my slave Beyonce."

"Excellent, thank you Whitney when can I...."

She stopped as Whitney held up a finger and continued.

"However, the only price I will accept for this is that beforehand you will agree to submit to me for one day. Total subservience to me, do that and Beyonce will be yours, so what do you say?"

Jennifer was astounded and unusually for her, lost for words. This was a ridiculous clause, she was a Domme herself, she didn't submit to anyone, far less a fellow Mistress. No, it was too ridiculous, and yet why was she not saying no. her actions betrayed that she was really thinking it over and looking over Whitney's shiny shoulder and seeing Beyonce on her knees and eagerly licking out Halle's Berry's pussy while Christina Milian lashed her with a strap was the straw that broke her.

"All right, but no one hears of it from here, no other mistress can know, it's just between us, and only one day then I get Beyonce. Right" she spoke trying to convince herself of it's merits.

"As you say. I'll call you to arrange a suitable time, OK?" and Whitney Houston turned on her heel and walked away with the biggest smile across the width of her face.

*

One month later and on a dull, grey Saturday morning Jennifer Lopez drove up to Whitney' country mansion in her sports car and slid on the gravel up to the main entrance. In a white business suit and with her hair pulled tightly back on her head, her heart was beating fast and she had the worst case of butterflies in her stomach that she could ever remember. Slamming the car door shut she ascended the stone steps and rang the doorbell.

She had the distinct feeling she was being observed as she stood there waiting and it seemed an eternity before the door opened, she swallowed and braced herself for the day to come. The door was opened by Mariah Carey, dressed in a tiny French Maids outfit that barely contained her mammoth breasts. She held out a silver platter to Jennifer and smiled knowingly as Jennifer picked up the note from the tray.

It read:

"Greeting slave, your day of service to me begins now. You will strip naked and give my 'maid' your clothes. Once you are naked you will fall to your knees and accept what happens. Do not step inside the house, you will do all this on the steps. Mistress Whitney"

Under Mariah's openly mocking gaze Jennifer reluctantly did as the note said and got through it by thinking of what she would do with Beyonce when she had her. As she shed her black, lacy panties and finally stood stark naked on the chilly step and handed them to maid Mariah she sank to her knees before her., God how embarrassing, this dumb bimbo was just a submissive and she was kneeling before her and showing her her perfect body. And it was perfect, all that dancing had given her the perfect figure, a pert pair of tits, a slender, toned stomach and of course, her amazing booty.

"Here, the Mistress says you have to put this on" spoke Mariah, enjoying herself as she handed Jennifer an old, used, leather dog collar. Jennifer reconsidered for a moment. Was this worth it? She was being collared, this was so humiliating for her. But she still reached out, took the collar and hooked it around her own, tanned throat. It was a tight fit. Once on Mariah, produced a leash and attached it to the leash and spoke again.

"Now I have to walk you, like a dog, to the back, you must be on hands and knees all the way. Understand?"

Jennifer nodded, and to her amazement she found herself walked like this, stark naked around Whitney's long mansion to the back, where Mariah led her to a wooden dog kennel.

"Back that ass into there" Jennifer did and Mariah tied the leash to a hook and proceeded to place small padlock on the collar and hook to mean there was no way for Jennifer to escape. She produced a rubber bone and pried it into Jennifer's teeth and told her.

"You have to have that bone in tour mouth when the Mistress comes otherwise you're gonna be in so much trouble" and with that Mariah left and Jennifer knelt inside the kennel alone, the bone held tightly between her teeth.

She was left alone for thirty minutes, during which the chill morning air gradually gave way to a slightly warmer draft but she still knelt there shivering and cursing pretty much everyone and everything in existence and wondering why the hell she was doing this. Her bone became more and more of an annoyance and hindrance and several times she considered dropping it but she never. Eventually she took the time to study the back of the mansion. It was a real old style house, three floors high, covered in climbing Ivy and seemed to stretch as far into the distance as Jennifer could see. Looking to her right she could see grass fields and trees off into the horizon and an old style stable block down a rutted track from the back of the mansion. In the distance a door slammed and she listened intently as footsteps came from the front of the mansion to the back and got louder and louder.

She jumped with surprise when seconds after the footsteps had disappeared the wooden roof of her kennel exploded in noise as something was banged off it repeatedly. What a fright she got! Then, peering round the edge of the kennel appeared Whitney smiling face. She was dressed in a very typical rural English lady outfit for riding horses, a tight tweed jacket and jodhpurs, with leather riding boots.

"Well, well look what we have in here. Are you my little submissive doggie today? Are you? Come on drop that bone and bark for me if you want to please me."

Jennifer had hoped this would merely be a test of her mentally and that Whitney would be reasonable in her demands on her, after all she was a fellow Domme. But she was realising this would be extremely humiliating. Oh what she was going to do with Beyonce for all of this indignity! But even as she did this she was barking pathetically like a dog and somewhere was tingling at the abject humiliation of it.

Whitney's smile became even larger and picking up the bone she threw it away. Then she unlocked the two locks on Jennifer's leash.

"Go and fetch it bitch, on your hands and knees and bring it back to me in your mouth, now go!" finishing off by spanking J-Lo's delectable ass with her hand.

What a sight as the world famous mega star bounded across the lawn after the bone and brought it back to her Mistresses feet.

Whitney dropped a large metal dog dish in front of Jennifer and filled it with water from a jug.

"Lap it up little doggie, you might not get a drink for a while."

Jennifer extended her tongue and lapped from the bowl of water constantly reminding herself, this is just a one day role, I am not her inferior, I am not her little dog. But she sure was acting like it. Amused by this she may have been but Whitney had greater plans for her sub for the day. Picking up the leash she led the sexy Latino across the lawn and down the rutted path towards and into the stables. All the way Whitney admired the way that Jennifer's firm body moved with each movement. She may have been a cocky bitch at the club but she sure was sexy as hell.

The stables were well maintained by a couple of eager stable hands (they had been given holidays for that day by Whitney). The two of them moved through the stables and Whitney seemed to find it funny how Jen wrinkled her nose up at the overpowering smell of horse in here, she obviously was a city girl rather than country.

"Come on keep up, I've had the place tidied up especially for you."

As Jenny trotted along behind her Mistress for the day she took the chance to take in her surroundings, the stone floor was covered with scattered straw and hay and as they moved along the long building a series of horses in individual boxes came up and Jenny had an uneasy, sinking feeling about this. She really didn't like animals and being this close to so many was a real blow to her defences she was mentally building up for this day. But the animals paid them no heed as they passed by their stalls, busying themselves with eating and resting. The walls were adorned with saddles and stirrups and all sorts of riding paraphernalia and the soon reached the far end of the stables where a space had very deliberately been cleared. Bales of straw were spread out, and anvil stood unused and the wooden rafters overhead were exposed.

"I want you to bend over that bale. That's it stretch over it, there, perfect."

As Jennifer curled her arms over the straw bale, Whitney attached cuffs to her outstretched wrists and linked hem to a chain which she ran under the bale and then wound around another chain which she slid around Lopez's sexy abs. She then ran another chain from the one around her belly, under the bail and through the other side and linked it to the collar around her neck. In effect her million dollar body was tightly wrapped around the straw bale, her ass stuck up in the air and the straw itching and irritating her breasts. Whitney then took the leash, which was linked now right at the base of Jennifer's neck to the collar and stretched it up and linked it into a hook that hung from the rafter, forcing Jennifer to keep her head upright. She was helpless and knew it but could help but admire the way Whitney had arranged this.

Whitney paraded around her bound charge, every inch the lady of the manor. As she went she slapped a riding crop onto her gloved hand.

"Well, well you must really want my pretty little slave Beyonce to allow me to do this with you. Eh? Bitch. Come on answer your Mistress!"

"Yes Mistress" the words sticking in Jennifer Lopez's throat as she spoke them.

"Good." 

Whitney dragged a wooden stool over from a wall and placed it so that it's edge was right at Jennifer's proud chin. She then deliberately placed her riding boot on the top of the stool and at Jennifer's mouth.

"Show me your obedience. Show me what you're willing to do to get Beyonce. Lick them!"

Whitney Houston was an older, more experienced Dominatrix and had experienced all sorts of situations in her time and she was using all her smarts to grind Jennifer's defences down and forget (for a while anyway) that she too was a dominant woman. And it was working, without thinking Jennifer extended her tongue from her mouth and licked the tip of Whitney's boot. Due to the position of her neck Jennifer had little give so Whitney helped her by rotating her boot around so she could get it all and indeed Jen showed no hesitation when she lifted the boot to show her sub her boots sole.




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 04



Both boots took a while to do but by the end Jennifer had mentally accepted her role for the rest of the day. That done Whitney took down a specially designed bridal from the walls and placed it tightly around Jennifer's head and slid a bit into Jennifer's mouth.

"You see what I do with animals (and you are an animal - a little bitch) that seem to think they're better than they really are is to dominate them, to show them how weak they are in comparison to me. And today, Jennifer, that is what you had consented to. I think this famous ass of yours should be first, don't you?"

Off came Whitney's gloves and there followed twenty sharp spanks to Jennifer's amazing ass than reddened and warmed them perfectly. Whitney was such an expert that Jennifer even found herself enjoying the warm tingling on her ass. Thus warmed up, Whitney then used some other items, a leather paddle, a strap and finally the riding crop itself. By the end of this session Jennifer's ass was bright pink as Jennifer squirmed with the intense sensations coursing through her body- it was loving this- god her subs were so fortunate!

As Whitney rested behind Jennifer, Mariah tottered into the stables with a large silver tray covered by a silver bowl. She bent and placed it below Jennifer's head and with a quick slap to her ass from her Mistress Whitney, she exited. Whitney raised the salver to reveal two things. A glass of white wine, which Whitney raised to her lips and drank from and a rubber belt with a huge strap-on dildo attached. Jennifer could not take her eyes of the toy and thought about that thing inside her. It was quite the prospect.

Whitney began stripping off her restricting outfit and addressed her trussed up slut.

"I want you to know Jennifer that I knew from the first time I met you that you were not a true dominant. Not like me. A true dominant would never allow this to happen. Never. And you have. That makes you below me and you should always remember that. However, you're young and have much to learn, you should recall this day, remember what I am, what I do to you and begin to understand what a true dominant woman should be. In attitude and in actions. I want you to know Beyonce does not know of our agreement and when you get your chance with her I will be anxious to know what you can do with her, what debauchery you can conjure with her. If you learn and apply you could yet reach your potential."

With this said she was naked and stooped to meet Jennifer's compliant eyes.

"Of course you'll never be quite as good as me though", and laughed as she spanked her ass one more time.

By this time Whitney had stripped herself stark naked and strutted around the stable like the most impressive specimen of older womanhood. She took up the strap on dildo and made sure she was in J-Lo's eye line as she stepped into the brace/belt combo and slid it up her shapely, smooth legs until it jammed tightly into her crotch. She ran her hand over the long, veiny plastic mock cock that jutted out from her and licked her lips as she wobbled it playfully at her new slaves face.

"You want this slave?"

Her question was met by a resigned nod from Jennifer, she had wanted to withstand Whitney but failed and she wanted to be sexually satisfied more than ever before and she felt sure Mistress Whitney could provide that for her now. 

Whitney used a clear lube to get the dildo nice and slimy and walked behind Jennifer and parted her legs as far as her bonds would allow. It was enough. Whitney then got to her knees and gently eased her plastic cock inside toe sopping wet pussy of Jennifer Lopez. Both women seemed to sigh sexually together at the act of penetration. From there Whitney set to fucking her slave as hard and as forcefully as she could take it. Jennifer's body had little give due to the way she was tied up but even if she was free, right now she would be moving her hips back to increase the pace she was fucked at. Time stood still as their bodies joined like this and both women just concentrated on the hot sex that was happening here.

Finally, as Jennifer seemed on the very verge of orgasm after the hardest, most satisfying fuck of her life, Whitney pulled the phallus from Jennifer's grasping pussy walls with an audible 'pop'. This was excruciating for Jennifer, she had been on the verge of this amazing orgasm and the stimulus had been removed. Through the hard horse's bit in her mouth she tried to plead with Whitney to finish it off, to bring her all the way off. This only brought a wicked cackle form Whitney.

"Oh you're mine now baby. You want me to finish you off? Well I will. But I want you to learn from this. So if you want me to finish you off then you have to wear my mark."

Whitney picked up a long, poker shaped pole that at the end had a W shape.

"It's permanent ink and I am going to stamp your ass with it slave. But if you agree and beg me to stamp you with my mark then I will also finish you off with this big, hard cock."

No hesitation as Jennifer nodded her head desperate to finish what had been started. Whitney pulled out the bit from Jen's mouth and she let loose.

"Yes! Yes! Do it! Whatever you want just fuck me, fuck me please!"

And so Whitney stamped her Mistresses mark on Jennifer's most famous of asses, loving the knowledge that that mark would be there for a long, long time to remind the younger woman of this day. True to her word she returned the dildo to Jennifer's sweet pussy and fucked her as hard and as fast as before, bringing her to a screaming, yelling orgasm the likes of which she had not had before. From there Whitney wasted no time in presenting the fluid covered head of the dildo and Jennifer began licking and sucking it with gay abandon, as if addicted to the tastes on it.

Whitney allowed her slave to clean the dildo then took it off and slowly, teasingly untied Jennifer and had her kneel behind her and first kiss her smooth backside before ordering the Latino's slave tongue to probe deeper and get to eating her ass. Jennifer needed no further instruction and as the day grew longer and colder the two naked superstars were joined at ass and mouth in an intimate tableau. 

Finally, Whitney walked Jennifer back to her kennel and let her rest a while before sending her back to her sports car with nothing but her shoes, she would have to drive home stark naked. As Jennifer drove away stunned by what had happened that day and how she had reacted to it she didn't see Whitney raise her mobile phone to her ear and call her favourite neighbourhood cops to give them a real thrill. As she walked back to the office she wondered what that fiery would-be Domme would do to her little Beyonce. 

"Oh Bee, I think she'll want to get her pound of flesh from you."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Note: Thanks for reading, please take the time to vote or comment. Sorry there's not much Beyonce in this chapter but the next will be all Beyonce as she spends the day as Jennifer Lopez's obedient slave. If you've got any ideas for that or want any further celebrities to be incorporated in this series just drop me a line.

Cheers,

TheDarkCloud



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 05



Beyonce Knowles sat in the comfort of the leather back seat of the limo and stared forward at the back of the chauffeur's head. She was headed for her day long session with Jennifer Lopez, prepared to be her slave for the day, set up as a deal between Jennifer and Mistress Whitney. She had heard rumour that Jenny had been forced to submit to Mistress Whitney to get this chance. This thought worried Beyonce quite a bit., she wondered exactly how much Jennifer must want to dominate her. But worried or not she shivered with anticipation and excitement as well. This new lifestyle she was enjoying had opened her eyes completely and she felt a different person than the one she was prior to her submission. The chance to serve to a new Mistress was something that she looked forward to and relished, but again, it was new and a little frightening.

It was early morning (J-Lo had Beyonce as her bitch for the day and wanted to make the most of it) and there was little traffic to slow the car as it glided through the city streets on it's way to Jennifer's expensive city flat. The driver looked in their mirror at the passenger, taking in her terrific form. She was in profile as she sat looking out the tinted windows

The car slowed as it approached the huge building where Jenny lived, it cruised round the side then neatly ducked into the large stone archway, halted at the automatic gate which elevated immediately (their arrival being monitored from above) and headed down a concrete ramp that led down to a cold, stone underground garage. The driver brought the long car to a stop next to the elevator door that would take Beyonce up to her Mistress for the day. Before either occupant of the vehicle could move the elevator doors slid open and out stepped Jennifer Lopez. She looked simply stunning, but also extremely pissed off. She was dressed in an outfit that would have melted your eyes it was so hot. From the bottom up: she wore a tight pair of shiny black calf length leather, stiletto heeled, boots. Above them up to her crotch was a beautiful expanse of tanned Latino skin. She had on the tightest, black, leather fetish corset imaginable. It had been tightened viciously by a series of laces up her back to give her a tiny waist and the smooth fabric disappeared between her silken thighs mysteriously. Meanwhile, the tight corset had expanded her bosoms to nearly overflowing and gave her a cleavage to die for. Her arms were enveloped in long, black, leather gauntlets and the left one held in it a riding crop.

Her hair was pulled back sharply on her face giving her a fierce, stern look and her dark eyes gazed with menace at the car and it's occupants. She strutted across to the car and tapped the crop against the driver's window.

"Get out!" she snapped.

Beyonce stayed exactly as she was, the command was obviously directed at the driver. The chauffeur stepped out of the front door and stood before the raging mad Latino lady. They removed their cap and a bundle of luxurious, mousy brown hair fell away from under it and to reveal that it was another of Mistress Whitney's subs, Mariah Carey. Jennifer had known that Whitney had ordered her to drive Beyonce over and told her that if she was late then Jennifer could punish her as she saw fit. So had she driven slowly on purpose? Well she had certainly had plenty of time to get her.

The leather clad Dominatrix strutted forward and got right up in Mariah's face and snarled at her.

"Your Mistress told me if you fucked up I could punish you, you know that?"

A nodded response.

"And yet you still delivered my special package late you stupid, fucking slut!"

Another nod.

"Well get undressed Bitch, I'll show you how a real Mistress treats disobedient fools!"

By this stage in her life Mariah was well used to totally obeying the words of a dominant woman and she offered no excuse or argument and began to take off her form fitting chauffeurs outfit, casting the jacket and trousers away, swiftly followed by her white, lacy bra and panties until she stood naked before the menacing Miss Lopez. Beyonce watched events unfold from the back seat. She was anxious to see what Jennifer would do to her, perhaps it would give her an indication of what she would do to Beyonce later

"Turn around. Bend over the hood of the car. I'm going to give you six shots with the crop, thank me after each one or it will be twelve."

Jennifer's every order was completely complied with. The crop whistled through the cold air in the underground car park and as the riding crop connected solidly with Mariah's soft bum cheeks, she flinched visibly but she managed to press her face to the warm metal of the car and hide her beaming grin from the woman behind her.

When Jennifer had taken her pound of flesh she gave a thin, warmth-free smile and instructed Mariah to get on her knees submissively in front of her.

"Lick my boots slave, you'll worship me in further thanks for my correction."

Mariah had no problem with this and lowered her head and began lapping at Jennifer's impressive boots. Jennifer put her hand to her mouth and let forth with an ear piercing whistle that echoed through he garage and right on cue two people headed down from a door in the side wall of the garage. It took a second for Beyonce to recognise the Williams sisters, Venus and Serena moving across the tarmac towards the car. The athletic tennis stars were clad in thin, metal studded leather strap outfits that left little to the imagination. But as stunning as that was that wasn't what caught and held Beyonce's gaze. No, that would be the enormous protruding, plastic dildos that jutted from their crotches. They had been Jennifer's faithful slaves for two years now and had become her trusted lieutenants, while still serving her she used their strength and power to physically dominate men and woman (male tennis players were so easy to bring to their knees!). 

"Venus. Serena. This dumb Bitch is Mariah. Now that the introductions are over I want you to wear her out with those two fake cocks. Stretch every hole to it's fullest. Give her double penetration, double anal, double vaginal, the lot, make her scream. Alright!. I have other fish to fry, or sluts to whip as the case may be."

So, as the two sisters grabbed Mariah by her long honey coloured hair and dragged her over to a previously unnoticed thin mattress in a dark corner of the garage to personally acquaint her with their well used strap -on sex toys, Jennifer strode to the car door and swung it open and indicated for Beyonce to exit. Beyonce stepped from the back seat and for the first time Jennifer gazed at her slave for the day. She was clad in the fur coat that Jennifer had sent over (a mental mind-fuck, as Jen loved fur and knew that Beyonce was an opponent of wearing real furs). The black choker collar was the only other thing showing as she stepped, bare foot from the car. Jennifer circled Beyonce, a wolf viewing it's prey, admiring her fine form in the expensive coat. She eventually slipped the coat from Beyonce's shoulders and let it drop to the floor just as the first moans of pleasure came from the mattress across from them. Beyonce's figure was breathtakingly beautiful, this was what Jennifer had fantasised about for so long, what she had surrendered to that nasty old bitch Whitney for, and now here it was, the moment had come.

"On your knees!" , Beyonce obeyed while Jennifer admired her body some more.

Once she was on her knees before her, Jennifer produced a diamond encrusted leash and snapped it onto the collar. As she started to move and the leash tightened as the slack was taken up Jennifer walked her new slave towards the elevator.

The lift was an expensive affair, opulent with a red velvet surface trimmed with gold painted edges. Jenny's long finger pressed the single button on it's wall and it slowly drew itself upwards. All the time Beyonce kept her eyes to the polished floor, nervously excited about what may happen next. The journey up did not take long and the doors slid open easily and the Mistress marched out pulling her new slave behind her. This residence was Jennifer Lopez's hidden city home, that few people knew even existed, she always arrived and left in a car with blacked out windows and always got out hidden in the depths of the garage. This was where she punished her superstar slaves.

They moved along a sparsely furnished hallway, past several unmarked doors, Beyonce's imagination running wild as to what could be going on behind them. It wasn't long before Jennifer came to a halt and pushed open a door to her left and led Beyonce inside. It was a harshly lit and brightly clean room with nearly no furniture or features visible except a high wooden chair set smack band in the centre of the room. At least it resembled a rocking chair, but as they got closer Bee could clearly see it had a few major differences from a normal chair. For a start the seat was more of a saddle and sticking up out of the centre were two fierce looking plastic dildos, one extremely long and one stubbier but much wider. Wooden armrests ran parallel to the seat with leather straps attached. Similar straps were on the wooden legs while a series of rope pulleys hung above it. Beyonce stared at the equipment in a mix of awe and anticipation.

Jenny ran her hands through Beyonce's hair and spoke softly (a marked contrast to her previous demeanour) as she undid the leash.

"On your knees slave, I have a special treat for you."

With that she fiddled at the crotch of her costume and a leather flap fell loose and she pulled it up out of the way, revealing her shaven pussy, it's folds glistening and wet. Without a word she walked forward, her powerful thighs engulfing Beyonce's motionless head. Instinctively Beyonce extended her tongue and began to lick and eat her new Mistresses inviting vagina. Despite her dominant nature Jennifer could not help momentarily thrilling to the soft touch of Beyonce's eager tongue

Jennifer drew Beyonce's face deeper and deeper in, revelling in the fact that one of the worlds sexiest women was serving her in this fashion. She felt so dominant and powerful, almost to the point where her enforced slavery to Whitney Houston had been worth the humiliation she had endured. She had admired Beyonce from afar for so long, knowing that the media drew comparisons between the two sexy divas. But she had never dreamed that someone as straight laced as Beyonce would be into this lifestyle and she remembered the mania that had overtaken her when she had first seen her crawling submissively in the club. With that thought came further exquisite sensations from her sopping crotch and she reached down with her leather gauntlets to hook Beyonce's long hair and tug her to her feet, away from the golden nectar of her pussy juices.

"Let's not forget why you're here slave. To be taught the true meaning of dominance and submission by me. After today you will never again be satisfied by that fraud Mistress, Whitney Houston. Now get up on the chair, use the juices from my own pussy to lubricate your holes if they are not already wet enough. Make sure your holes are deeply imbedded on the dildos, I want you to feel the maximum effect."

Keeping her eyes obediently lowered to the floor Beyonce backed her fine ass up and after some initial rubbing of her wet pussy and spreading it to her asshole she awkwardly sat astride the two dildos and sighed with pleasure as the slid up inside her and filled her holes. Jennifer admired this sight as she tugged away the flap from her crotch and discarded it. She stepped forward and strapped Beyonce's ankles and wrists to the arms and legs of the wooden contraption before using a further strap to hold the young singers head facing forwards. After that it was simplicity itself to affix a ball gag tightly in her compliant mouth.

Jennifer then used a thin, test tube like device to pump Beyonce's nipples and stretch them uncomfortably, uncomfortable it may have been but when Jennifer released them the attached silver crocodile clips on chain to them, Beyonce was in a state of glorious elation. The Mistress then pulled a chain from the floor and threaded it up Beyonce's trembling body and hooked it to the chain taut across her chest. The vertical chain was also pulled taut and it meant that if Beyonce moved upwards her nipples were pulled in the opposite direction. She waited for the next step of domination but to her surprise Jenny disappeared behind her and fired up a large projector screen directly in front of her slave. With another button press the vibrators deep inside Beyonce sparked into life and began to dance and buzz pleasurably inside her, and the chair seat began to slowly rock up and down, gently to begin with but gradually becoming more forcefully. The effect was ecstasy for Beyonce as the dildos burrowed erotically into her and the clips on her nipples sent shots of life through her chest.

Mistress Lopez then started a movie screen before Beyonce and it was a close up of Jennifer's, harsh looking face, repeating over and over the words.

"I am your Mistress. Your only Mistress, although you will perhaps, initially return to Mistress Whitney you will be hiding your true emotions. You belong to me. You are mine and you love it. You will serve me without question and obey my every command."

The continuous loop of word assailed the orgasming Beyonce, associating her ultimate pleasure with the words being repeated to her. She could not fight it though at first she frowned at Jennifer but as the dildo in her pussy found her G-spot she gave herself over to the ecstasy. Before long she would believe the sentiments being spouted on the screen. Jenny would take no chances with this enterprise. She knew that before long the Williams sisters would be treating Mariah Carey to similar treatment and was sure that before the day was out she would be that much closer to having that old bitch Whitney Houston on her knees begging for her mercy.

Jenny left the room and her slave endured that treatment for the next hour. The voices and sensations became hypnotic and addictive and it was not long before the weak mind of Beyonce was submitting to this new Mistress and her instructions. Checking at her security room Jenny saw that Mariah Carey and the Williams sisters were still entangled in the garage. Mariah hair splayed out wide as she was penetrated in both her asshole and pussy simultaneously. Certainly, from the way she thrashed her body she was enjoying herself.

She watched the action for a while, knowing that Mariah would be a tougher nut to crack and convince than Beyonce but she was sure her lieutenants would be entirely successful. She made a couple of calls and moved back to the chamber that Beyonce was bound in. Entering to the echoing of her own voice she could easily see by the look on Beyonce's face that she was won over and convinced as to who her new Mistress was. Good, now Jennifer could really enjoy herself. She turned off the assault of vision and noise and attracted the dazed eyes of her slave and made sure she watched as she pulled up a leather harness and stepped inside it. She then slowly pulled it up making sure that Beyonce's wide eyes settled on the thick, long, black, veined, plastic dildo that was rising up with the harness. It was bigger than any that Beyonce had taken previously in Mistress Whitney's service and she was sure there was no way that either of her holes could take it's length or girth. But still if that was what her new Mistress demanded then she was more than willing to take it.

It genuinely was a massive appendage, almost resembling a baseball bat as it stood out proudly, pointing, accusingly at Beyonce. Jennifer took her sweet time in releasing Beyonce from her straps, relishing the look on her submissive face as she finally sprang the crocodile clips off of her nipples and the blood rushed back to them.

"Did you enjoy that slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Once I have that bitch Whitney Houston under my control I will be able to dominate you completely, I will devote my energies to taking you to places you have never dreamt of. I will make you so obedient to me that you will barely be able to breathe without my permission. But you know what, you will still be above your former Mistress. I will reduce her to lower than dirt, even her former slaves will be able to take her."

"But before that I am going to stretch that fine pussy of yours Beyonce, let's see how much you can handle."

She hooked her fingers into her slaves collar ring and pulled her towards her and clipped it to a metal ring that lay in the centre of the cold, hard floor. This forced Beyonce's head right down, her beautiful chin scraping on the ground and her curvy ass pointing right up in the air. By this point the Latino Mistress had discarded her leather gloves and she smoothed her hands over that peachy ass before her and slowly parted her ass cheeks, glimpsing her puckered asshole. There was a large temptation to take Beyonce's ass, she was a good slave and would try to take it but her strap on was surely too big. No, that glistening, hairless pussy was too tempting. Oh she wanted to show this bitch what she could give to her and do to her. Her fingers parted Beyonce's pussy lip and lifted her hips up farther and she eased the massive, plastic cock into the moist hole.

Beyonce felt the huge member slide up inside her, immediately stretching the walls of her cunt. She groan in pleasure and further arched her back to further accept it and show her compliance to this exciting Mistress. Younger and more ambitious and nasty than the one she had left this morning. Jennifer reached forward and hooked her fingers into Beyonce's hair and pulled herself deeper into her slave, relishing the frightened gasp that escaped Beyonce as the plastic delved even deeper. What Beyonce didn't know as she writhed under this punishment / pleasure was that Jenny intended to fuck her hard like this for the next hour with no break. What better way to show her new slave how harsh she could be.

Meantime, further along the corridor Mariah Carey was strung up in an stretched 'X' shape, her ankles tied to the floor and her wrists in straps and pulled high in the air in opposing directions. She had undergone the domination process much as Beyonce and was ready to serve her new Mistress in whatever manner she demanded. Right then she demanded that the Williams sisters use the variety of whipping objects to bring the masochistic Mariah off in one of her dungeons. With Venus primed to the left of Mariah's exposed buttocks ready to bring a cane down in unison with the paddle that sister Serena held to the right. They had double penetrated Mariah roughly with their twin plastic cocks out in the parking lot until she had orgasmed multiple times and was reduced to a quivering piece of flesh, unable to speak so taken was she with the sexual treatment she was forced to endure. She was carried up to listen and watch the wall of Jennifer's orders in that state before the Williams sisters had strung her up in preparation of this beating. 

Mariah wore a dazed smile as the two items cracked against her ass, she loved the sensations as they shot through her body, this was what she lived for, being treated as a total submissive to be abused by those more dominant than her. As she counted aloud the first blows, she arched her back with pleasure and waited for the next ones in anticipation.

Leaving Mariah hanging there for the moment (she's going nowhere for the foreseeable future anyway!) , we can return to Mistress Jennifer fucking her young superstar slave with her oversized dildo. Jennifer's thrusts now pushed almost the full length of the instrument deep inside Beyonce and Beyonce shuddered with each one, still amazed that she had managed to accept the beast of a thing. With each stroke more and more of Beyonce's juices oozed out and down the hilt, lubricating it as they mixed with her sweat. With each stroke Beyonce gritted her teeth and tried to suppress the groans she needed to make and Jennifer hammered on to get the noises she wanted from her new toy.




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 05



Fast forwarding half an hour or so and Beyonce has never gone through such pressure like this before and her beautiful face was flat on the floor now and she had mentally given up and was allowing Jennifer to do as she liked with her, and then the door opened....

Somehow Beyonce managed to lift her tired head and through heavy eyelids watched as her erstwhile boyfriend in the 'real world' , the rapper, Jay-Z crawled into the room. This powerful man was on his knees and naked except for a heavy leather collar around his neck. He kept his eyes to the floor as he came into the room led in by another of Jennifer's lieutenants, Ciara.

Ciara was dressed in little more than a series of thin leather straps that just about covered her nipples and pussy. She looked truly stunning and even more so for the dismissive sneer that marked her features. In truth she thought of Beyonce as a talent less bitch who had traded on her looks to get where she was in the world. And here she was laid out on the floor being pounded by Jennifer Lopez with an obscene strap on cock while Ciara dominated her would be boyfriend. Oh, this was lovely! Beyonce hadn't realised that Jay was in fact a submissive man, despite his hard man image. It had taken an assault on his senses by Jennifer and Ciara simultaneously to seduce him into submitting to them. He shuffled along the floor on hands and knees and met his Mistress Jennifer's eyes, his huge penis stiff at seeing his beloved Bee fucked like this (as she had never allowed him ingress to her pussy).

Jennifer withdrew the plastic cock from Beyonce with a pop and stood up, her limbs stiff with the prolonged fuck session. She stepped around the collapsed Beyonce and took the leash from Ciara's hand with a passing smile.

"Ciara, this is Beyonce Knowles, I'm sure you recognise her, she's just become my new slave."

"Oh I recognise the cunt! Doesn't look so fucking hot now does the Bitch?"

"Hmm, I guess not, but try not to be too hard on her, she will be an important part in my plans to subvert that Bitch Whitney Houston. We mustn't destroy her, tempting though it is. Still I think we should demonstrate to her how completely I own her now. Get her head up and make her watch while I put her boyfriends cock to good use."

Ciara smiled as she bent to grab Beyonce's sweaty hair and jerk her head upright, she slapped her hard across the face to ensure she knew who was the boss but the reality was that deep down she was loving being treated like a piece of shit whore. Beyonce was looking on with dazed eyes but Ciara enjoyed giving her another hard slap, she really was a sadistic Domme.

Meanwhile Jennifer had pushed an unchallenging Jay onto his back so that his hard, eight inches of man-meat was sticking vertically upwards. Normally Mistress Jennifer would never dream of allowing one of her celebrity slaves to penetrate her but the situation was just too perfect. Beyonce had never tasted his cock and to have her look on as her Mistress did so was too appealing. She spread her own dripping pussy lips and allowed herself to become impaled upon his cock. She turned to stare into Beyonce's eyes, enjoying the confused look on the young singers face. As she began to slide up and down the hard cock she spoke in gasps to her new slave.

"I own you Beyonce. Body and soul I own you. Always remember that. Whitney Houston is now nothing to you, it's me you serve, me."

Beyonce nodded dumbly while Ciara gleefully twisted her nipples like a radio dial. J-Lo allowed herself to fuck her male slave for some time but as it became obvious that he was ready to cum Jennifer dismounted him. No mere slave would ever ejaculate in The Mistress! Instead she reached her hand down to finish him off by masturbating him while the tip of his cock faced right up his chest. She kept going until a stream of white cum flew out and splattered against his face, covering his features.

"Lick it up Ciara and give it to her."

Ciara smiled and dragged Beyonce over by her hair and stooped to lick Jay-Z's cum from his unflinching face, pooling it in her hungry mouth. Then she turned to spit it hard and dismissively into Beyonce's face. As it oozed and dripped down Beyonce's forehead and nose she dropped her eyes to the floor in defeat.

With time racing on it wasn't long before Beyonce and Mariah were loaded back into the limo and a jubilant Ciara drove them back to Whitney's mansion completely nude and dropped them off back to their Mistress. As they went Jennifer spoke to another of her lieutenants on her mobile phone.

"Halle? It's on! Everything went as I expected, now for the Queen Bitch, I want her grovelling at my feet within the month!"

"No problems Mistress Jennifer, I am now completely trusted by her and ready to do was we planned from the off!"

To be continued...



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 06



"You disappoint me Mistress Whitney, I had thought that you would not back down from our little game but it seems I was sadly mistaken."

Whitney Houston turned he fiercest gaze on the young woman (she would not call Shakira a Mistress) who had such a disrespectful tone of voice and spoke with undisguised menace.

"Do not imply that I am ever scared to back up my words with actions. Fine, Beyonce is my stake, come let us begin."

The younger Colombian Dominatrix smiled and, unseen, in the watching crowd so too did Jennifer Lopez, pleased that her manipulation was going so well. Not for the first time in recent weeks Mistress Whitney had to put a brave face on and try and bluff and bluster her way through this but it looked like backfiring and she could not help but worry at losing another of her favourite slaves. The rot had started last week when that insolent bitch Naomi Campbell had challenged her to a whipping contest in the D Club, that most celebrity packed of private Domination clubs in Los Angeles. The Whipping Challenge was simple, rival Mistresses bet money with each other over who was the fiercer Domme with a whip. They would pick a slave of the others and take turns lashing the others slave, first to have their slave begging to stop won. Usually these contests were for cash but other things could be used as a stake too. Like ownership of Beyonce Knowles, for instance.

The problem Mistress Whitney had was that she was broke. She was doing everything she could to hide that fact, from the public and especially from her rivals at the Club. But that didn't change the fact she was living way beyond her means and nearing dire financial straits. What she did not know was that it Jennifer Lopez who was orchestrating her downfall. Jennifer who had been forced to submit to Whitney to gain access to Beyonce, Jennifer who had been humiliated that day by the elder diva, Jennifer who was now hell bent on making Whitney's life a misery and having her as her slave. So last week it was Jennifer who had put her friend Naomi up to challenging Whitney to a Whipping Contest for $1,000,000 knowing there was no way Whitney could pay and suspecting that Whitney would not want to back down and would do the only possible thing open to her to save face -- instead of money bet with slaves. So last week Naomi had chosen to whip Mariah Carey (chosen as she was a noted wimp with taking the whip and because everyone knew she was so loyal to Whitney) while Whitney had chosen Tyra Banks from Naomi's stable of female slaves.

It had been a long contest, Mariah desperate not to be separated from her long term Mistress but eventually she had to ask for it too stop, her limits reached. And that had been noted by all the other Mistresses who it seemed were anxious to test Mistress Whitney's resolve even further. Shakira was brazen about it, showing Whitney no respect as she challenged her the very next week and again, with no finances to deal with she would have to put up another of her stable in place of stake money. Mistress Lopez would have preferred that Beyonce came to her eventually but more important was snagging Whitney so for now she was content to see the prize go to Shakira. And go she was sure it would.

Shakira chose to whip Halle Berry's shapely ass while Mistress Whitney picked the ripe bottom of Salma Hayek from Shakira's Harem as the target for her lash. It being a Saturday night there was quite a crowd in the club, plenty of A-list Dominants and submissives were watching with interest as two large crosses were moved to the centre of the main rooms floor and individually Halle and Salma were tied to the crosses and bent slightly forward. Between the two crosses were two objects, one a cheque for $1,000,000, the other the beautiful Beyonce Knowles, shackled and on a collar and lead. The winner would claim both prizes and Whitney really needed them. 

Salma was first to taste the stinging lick of the whip, Whitney unleashing a beautiful strike to the Mexican's soft, round ass that echoed magnificently through the cavernous hall. Those watching Salma's face could see it through a range of expressions from initial shock, to sudden pain to a smile of pleasure (she was an experienced submissive and had learned to love the touch of a lash). Mistress Whitney smiled as she observed the red mark she had left on her targets ass cheek, it was perfect for landing a second and third right on top of, this is one contest she would not lose. And that million dollars would serve her well for steadying her financial decline and regaining some face around here following last weeks debacle. She was right to be confident, Halle Berry was probably the toughest sub that she had ever owned and she seriously doubted a mere novice like Shakira could break her before Whitney could break almost anybody.

Shakira looked unbelievably sexy as she strutted up behind Halle's inert form, clad as she was in a tight black, leather corset that saw her breasts nearly bulging over the top and a pair of matching shorts that accentuated her gorgeous backside. A pair of fishnet tights and thigh high stiletto boots completed her ensemble. She unravelled the long bull whip from her hand and let it hang beside her for a moment before whipping it up and striking it expertly on Halle's backside, as good a strike as it was it was nothing compared to Whitney's. But the whole club came silent as shockingly Halle squealed and begged for Shakira to stop. What had just happened? Shakira had won. Whitney had lost, again.

As Whitney and the majority of the crowd stood stunned at the amazingly early forfeit by her slave Shakira wasted no time in retrieving her cheque and taking possession of Beyonce -- she was now her slave. In the crowd Jennifer Lopez was feeling a bitter sweet victory, Whitney Houston had just taken another bodyblow to her morale but in the process someone other than her had gained ownership of Beyonce, still Jennifer was more concerned with revenge at that point. What no-one else knew was that Halle had been turned and was now a slave for Jennifer Lopez, and for the past few months had been acting as a mole within Whitney's organisation, giving her new Mistress all the information she needed to bring about Whitney's downfall. Tonight had been the coup de grace, her premature submission meaning not only that another star slave had been lost (Beyonce), an opportunity for much needed funds blown but that all the other Mistresses in the club once again saw one of Whitney's slaves capitulate all too easily. And worse was to follow. 

With Shakira taking her newly won slave and Salma Hayek from the club to her waiting limo Whitney finally found her voice and her temper, exploding against the untied Halle, her wrath and anger fierce.

"You pathetic, hopeless slut! How could you beg after only one shot? How could you fail me like this? You will pay for this!"

But she was caught out buy Halle turning to her 'Mistress and brazenly, in front of all Whitney's contemporaries and flashing her the middle finger.

"Fuck off you useless old has been, You are nothing to me. You are not my Mistress. I could never serve the likes of you anymore. You are finished, done for, washed up. I've got a new Mistress."

And with that she crawled over to Jennifer Lopez and draped herself around her legs. Whitney Houston was apoplectic with rage but realised she had just suffered a further humiliation in the club and anything further she said or did would just exacerbate it so she stormed out, cursing all the way. Jennifer looked down at her slave and smiled.

"That was perfect Halle, she'll be begging at my feet within day, I promise and you can have her after me."

*

Shakira's Colombian hacienda was truly a remarkable place. It ran to hundreds of acres, each bought with her millions as a successful singer, there were actual forests between the single track road that skirted her land and her actual home, this gave her the privacy she craved to carry out her life out of the public eye when she needed it. Like just now. Standing in the centre of one of the many gardens was Beyonce, her newly acquired slave girl, she was stark naked, the only things adorning her the myriad ropes wrapped expertly around her body. In some ways she was just another beautiful ornament in the most well maintained garden you would ever see. She was standing inside the frame of a child's swing (or at least that is what it resembled), but there was so seat or chains on the frame, just it's metal bars arching out of the short lawn. Beyonce's arms were stretched up and tied expertly above her head to the top of the frame. White rope extends tautly from the bottom legs of the frame to knot tightly around her slim ankles, in short she is perfectly immobilised within the frame.

Beyonce has never looked sexier. The bright white rope around her ankles and wrists are not the alone. It has also been expertly tied around her pert breasts to make them stand out, looped around her neck to act like a collar and then down and between her shapely legs before heading back up and tying into the rope looped around her chest under her boobs. The white rope contrasts perfectly against her dark skin that shines in the hot, tropical temperature. But not only does she look sexy like this but she feels it too, this is easily as turned on as she had felt while in the world of submission that she has spent the past few months, no-one, not Mariah Carey, not Whitney Houston and certainly not Jennifer Lopez has made her feel quite like this.

Beyonce is not alone in this walled, enclosed garden. To her left on a large rug spread on the grass are Salma Hayek and Penelope Cruz in a sixty nine position, their tongues digging deeply into the others pussy. The fourth figure in this garden of Eden is the young Mistress herself, and while Shakira is the only one of the four wearing any clothing it is hardly her leathers from the club, instead all she wears are the skimpiest pair of light blue bikini bottoms imaginable -- and a contented smile. She surveyed her three slave girls and decided that her two older slaves could amuse themselves for a while longer, she wanted to play with her newest toy.

She approached the frame and stood right in front of Beyonce and gazed deeply into her eyes. Their similarity was quote striking, just Beyonce's skin colour really the major difference, to reduce this Shakira had ordered Beyonce to always wear her hair long and straight in her presence never in Shakira-like curls. Their eyes conveyed the same message, that Shakira should dominate Beyonce. They were a perfect match, the Colombian a naturally dominant woman, the American naturally submissive. They both knew their roles and relished them.

Shakira reached her hand out and parted the two tight strands of rope that covered Beyonce's pussy and parted them, stretching her finger inside to feel the warm wetness at lay inside. She took her finger out and held it to Beyonce's mouth to be licked clean, which she did eagerly, sucking the finger inside like a cock. Still Shakira said nothing, instead contenting herself by playing roughly with Beyonce's nipples, nipping them and tweaking them to stand out even further than they already were.

"Are you ready slave?"

Beyonce nodded and Shakira reached to the frame of the swing and removed two matching black crocodile clips that were attached to the frame and clipped them deliciously onto Beyonce's extended, engorged nipples. As the sharp sensations flooded Beyonce's lithe body she tried to stand up on the tip toes but was held in check by the ropes at her ankles.

"Hmm. Like that? Good. Now I want to find out what limits you have. Like a bit of flogging do you? Let's find out."

Without warning Shakira gave an ear piercingly shrill whistle that made Beyonce wince at such close range. Within seconds a fifth figure entered the beautiful walled garden, Beyonce recognised Nelly Furtado immediately, her splendid long, dark locks flowing behind her but her face was obscured somewhat by the horses bridle that adorned her head and the bit she had clamped between her teeth. Like the other slaves she was stark naked, her pert tits bouncing as she almost trotted up to her young Mistress.

"This is my new Pony slave, Nelly. Doesn't she look pretty? Here pony, turn around and show my new guest your rear."

Shakira guided Nelly in turning around and Beyonce was surprised to see a full length horses tail sticking out of Nelly Furtado's shapely ass, Shakira pulled at it and drew it from her ass, revealing that it was a thick butt plug with the tail only attached to the end. She gave it the briefest of sniffs before holding it up to Beyonce's open mouth.

"Lick it slave, we'd better make it nice and wet for putting back in there."

Beyonce did not hesitate but took the plug fresh from Nelly Furtado's arse and licked it enthusiastically, getting a fine coating of her saliva on it before Shakira pushed it back into Nelly's arsehole.

"Now Nelly, I want you to go and get my flogging bag, I'm sure you know which one it is, you remember don't you? Yes, I thought you would. Go and get it and bring it here, it's my new slave's turn to taste its delights!"

Nelly trotted off and returned a minute or so later with a long, canvas bag which she handed to her Mistress then retreated to the far wall to watch both the beating Beyonce was about to experience and the steamy lesbian show that Salma and Penelope were putting on in front of her. Shakira took the black bag and walked directly behind Beyonce so she was not able to see what the Mistress was doing. She laid the bag on the lawn and unzipped it, it opened out flat and revealed various instruments in separate compartments of the bag. Shakira took the first and moved to Beyonce's back, her lips at her slave's ear.

"Let's start gently shall we, I know you love the thrill of a good beating so let's give you the best feeling possible."

Shakira had in her hand a small braided whip, it had a number of tasselled ends and while it made an impressive sight and sound when it was whipped against skin, it really did little more than warm an ass up. Still, it was difficult for Shakira not to enjoy the blows when they landed, spreading the ends of the whip wide across Beyonce's juicy ass and bringing just the slightest hints of marking to it. Beyonce loved it too, she had long since accepted that there was nothing quite like a flogging to turn her on. The Colombian Dominatrix continued with this gentle start for some five minutes before upping the ante somewhat and removing a paddle from her bag. It was short and wide , like a table tennis bat, with one surface a hard leather and the other a softer velvet but with metal studs in it at regular intervals. Shakira tanned Beyonce's shapely ass with each side alternately, relishing the subdued small reactions her slave was starting to give as her backside was punished. She stopped briefly to reach around her and unclip the clamps on Beyonce's nipples, just long enough to let her feel the vivid sensation of blood rushing back to them before clamping them back on and reaching back for the next instrument she would utilise on Beyonce's bottom.

It was time for the cane. This was a favourite of Shakira's, she loved nothing better than swinging her thin, bamboo cane against young submissive sluts skin and marking them up with long, red lines.

With a sharp swish through the air, Shakira aimed a backhand swipe at Beyonce's ass. The cane hit her cheeks with startling velocity, cutting through the air and impacting fiercely on her delicately soft skin and marking it, leaving a deep red line across both cheeks. Beyonce's body bucked forward involuntarily, her frame an arch as she swayed in her rope bonds. A pleasured moan escaped from her as the burning pain swept over her, exceeding even that of her spring loaded nipple clamps. She was in heaven and if it wasn't heaven then she never wanted to go there. This pain didn't go away -- it just changed in intensity as Shakira brought her cane down again and again on her exposed backside. The kiss of the cane stung and then burnt, bringing a pained smile to her face and a satisfied squeal to her lips. Then it became a dull ache that was tormented with further lashes of Shakira's fearsome cane. It halted for a moment as Shakira relented after nearly twenty strokes of the cane, she brushed her hand over Beyonce'' tender rear end and softly caressed it before finishing with a harsh spank.

"I think you can take more slave. Can't you? Come on beg me for more!"

"Oh Mistress Shakira, please give me some more, hurt me please!"

The blonde dominatrix was only too happy to oblige. The next item plucked from her bag of fun was a riding crop, more applicable for use on Pony girl Nelly perhaps but it would serve a purpose alright giving a different type of stinging pain to Beyonce'' already stinging bum and she had all those red marks made by the cane to aim for too.

Swish-thwack.

The sound of crop propelling through the humid air and connecting with superstar diva skin, it was almost orgasmic for both women involved. The feeling being released by Beyonce's tortured backside were overpowering and she felt her pussy was soaking wet from the arousal. Each strike of the crop to her already tender bottom was like a mini-orgasm to the submissive superstar and she craved that final touch that would allow her to climax but doubted that Mistress Shakira would be willing to deliver it yet, if at all. And she was correct for after the riding crop came the bull whip, the self same instrument of flagellation that had won Beyonce in the first place and Shakira was in fact, a true expert with it in her hand.

She stepped further away from her target and cracked it viciously a couple of times just inches from Beyonce's quivering, excited, waiting body before striking. It was delicious, Beyonce's body accepting the lash and glorying in the feelings it created throughout her body. But she knew she could not take many blows like that, still she wanted to taste at least one more and at Shakira's unasked question she lowered her head in a nod and subliminally pleaded for one more.

Crack!

Again the air exploded as the whip connected with Beyonce's beaten skin and this time it was enough, if she could have she would have sunk to her knees and delved her fingers in her sopping pussy and came at just the touch but all she could do was hang there and pray for a release.

"That's enough, I can see you need some release. Very well slave, you have earned it."

Shakira left her charge hanging there by her wrists her ass now beaten and discoloured, the sun beating down on it with a soundtrack of Salma and Penelope climaxing beside her, spraying their love juices over each others faces. 

Later that day Beyonce was released and taken to a bedroom to rest up, in preparation for what Shakira called her own brand sexual domination that evening. Beyonce lay on her face on the most opulent of beds, as wide as it was long the rest of the large bedroom decorated as expensively. She lay enjoying the diminishing sensations spreading through her whole body from her ass and craved to pleasure herself with her fingers but knew that unless her new Mistress gave her permission it would be a big mistake to do so without her okay. 

At exactly eight o'clock Mistress Shakira entered the bedroom through its only heavy wooden door. Beyonce looked up from her position and quickly dropped submissively off the bed and onto her knees but unable to fully lower her eyes due to the magnificent spectacle that was Shakira and three figures in the shadows behind her. 

Shakira looked breath taking standing, dominantly at the entrance to the bedroom. Her long, curly hair was magnificently blonde due to recently being dyed and like a lion's impressive mane atop her head, she wore the highest pair of heeled shoes imaginable, black and shiny and surely nearly 6 inches in height if not higher. Her long, firm, sexy legs were encased in a pair of long, black, sheer stockings whose tops came to an abrupt halt a few inches above her knees. She wore the tightest, shortest pair of scarlet coloured PVC hot pants imaginable that totally matched the tight PVC corset top she wore that was laced up tightly at the back. She strutted cockily towards Beyonce and lifted her head fully up to look at her by tugging at Beyonce's collar Shakira's gaze was a mixture of mockery and dominance but Beyonce also instinctively knew that this Mistress cared for her slave in a way she had not experienced previously. 




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 06



"I saw this afternoon that you can certainly take a good beating, I've seen many a slut wilt under pain like that but I was impressed by you Beyonce, you've obviously learned well under you previous Mistress and embraced your submissive side. However, there is more to my dominance than mere pain. From what I know of Mistress Whitney she is very one paced in her dominance, I'll bet the old dyke hasn't even made you submit to cock yet. Well I will tonight. Are you ready to submit to cock? You need to be if you are to be a proper submissive. Behind me are three of my male slaves, Juan, Pedro and Escobar, to please me tonight you will do everything they as of you and more while I watch (and sometimes join in). Are you ready for that Beyonce? Do you want to please your new Mistress? Servitude to me is not just submitting to pain and punishment." 

Beyonce knelt there and listened and realised she was getting excited by what the Colombian Mistress was saying. She realised that she had enjoyed her domination this afternoon more than anything she had experienced before (except perhaps that initial submission to Mariah Carey in her hotel room, that would be a moment to savour for the rest of her life) and if her new Mistress expected her to also submit to men then so be it. She nodded obediently at Shakira, obviously desperate to please her new Mistress but maybe she wasn't so keen when she saw the three men a bit closer. 

Juan seemed to be the leader of the three (if any could actually be leader in the presence of their Mistress Shakira), her was in his forties, balding and possessed an almost comical moustache, Pedro was a long haired student type while Escobar grinned like an imbecile the whole time but also had one of the biggest cocks Shakira had ever cum across. In fact all three men were particularly well hung something Beyonce would no doubt discover very shortly. 

"Tonight I am going to teach you how to be a cock slave, tell me you want to be one, then we can begin." 

Beyonce breathed deeply and spoke slowly. 

"I want to be a cock slave, Mistress." 

"And you fucking will be slut, boys you heard the cunt, make her your cock slave!" the words accompanied by a dismissive slap to Beyonce's face. 

They were the words that opened the floodgates. Shakira's eyes appeared almost to glaze over and she assumed another role, her expression became fiercer and her voice gained a harshness that was beyond anything Beyonce had experienced before, at once Beyonce realised this would be sexual domination at it's most intense and the realisation aroused her more than she could believe. 

Shakira stepped forward and around Beyonce to stand behind her, her hands snaking down to rest firmly on her slaves shoulders. She gave an almost imperceptible nod to her male slaves and they stepped forward as one to come properly into the room and crowd around the kneeling slave. In seconds three hardening cocks were pushed against her head and with Shakira guiding it with her hands Beyonce wasn't about to move anywhere else, not that she wanted to. 

"Open you slave, you need to get these three nice and hard and slippery." 

Beyonce opened her mouth and a combination of her own movement and Shakira pushing her thrust the nearest of the cocks right into her mouth while the other two bounce away at her forehead. Those fat, greasy South American white dicks made a lovely contrast to the singer's perfect brown skin and her thick lips. Beyonce was not an expert at cock sucking, far from it, but she was going to be taught a few things about sexual domination here. Actually, it was Shakira doing most of the work to begin with, Juan just stood there with his ever increasing cock in Beyonce's mouth as the blonde Mistress pushed Beyonce's head deep onto it then pulled it back then again deep into her throat again. To start with Beyonce really struggled to cope with this throat fucking, it was faster and fiercer than anything she had experienced with her previous boyfriends or Mistresses (she had certainly sucked strap on dick before), but eventually she settled to something approaching a rhythm. But as soon as that happened, and with trails of saliva and pre-cum drooling from her mouth, Shakira pulled her face off the first cock and guided it onto the next one. She was going to give a quick oral examination to all three dicks before they really got warmed up!

Beyonce got off on this, her mouth was just being used as nothing more than a fuck hole and she loved it. Shakira was in full control of the other four people in the room and no-one was in any doubt that they were doing her bidding, when she changed Beyonce's mouth from one cock to the next no-one made any complaint. Once her slave had sufficiently tasted all three meats on offer she pulled her head back and gave her next instruction. 

"Balls next Bitch! You've got the shafts nice and slick but you are going to need to get their balls licked clean , so get going!" 

Juan again was first in, positioning his cock along Beyonce's face and his heavy, hair, sweaty ball sack right in her big mouth. This was so nasty and Beyonce felt so dirty as she rolled his testicles under her long tongue and felt his slippery dick rubbing against her lips and nose. The other tow men were quickly behind him, Beyonce tasting all six of their balls in her mouth as Shakira knelt down behind her and began to play with her breasts, rolling and pinching her sensitive nipples as Beyonce sucked scrotum.

"More cock! I want to see all three of those hard dicks in the sluts mouth at the same time!" demanded Shakira as her hands kneaded Beyonce's boobs.

Try as they might the three men could not get all three of their cocks in Beyonce's mouth, she stretched it as wide as she could, desperate to please her new Mistress. All she could taste was cock in her mouth and the aroma of manhood pervaded her head. She fit two in no problem, one from either side pushing at the corners of her mouth as their two bell ends pressed together inside her but that third proved elusive and Shakira was none too happy. She dropped her hands from Beyonce's breasts and roughly grabbed Pedro and Escobar by their balls, simultaneously squeezing them and rubbing them against Beyonce's face.

"Slave that is hopeless! I thought you had a dirty mouth! I thought your nasty mouth would please me. Seems I was mistaken!"

"Mistress I do have a dirty mouth, I am sorry, please let me make it up to you, anything Mistress!"

"Very well bitch, you can show how dirty your fucking mouth is by licking some ass! Starting with mine, then the boys can get theirs cleaned too. You do that will you slave? You willing to lick our asses clean?"

Even as the willing Beyonce nodded her ascent Shakira was busy getting to her feet, peeling off her tight hot pants and stepping around her kneeling superstar slave to stand in front of her reaching back and pulling her delectable ass cheeks apart about an inch from Beyonce's mouth. Instinctively Beyonce leaned her head forward and began to tongue at her Mistresses asshole. While she was doing it Shakira used her hands to grip into Beyonce's hair and pull her face deeper into her ass and demanded the guys get round there and make sure her female slave did not slacken in her ass licking.

Now from her mouth tasting so much of cock she was getting a totally different taste, and it was about to get a whole lot stronger. After Mistress Shakira was satisfied she stepped aside and pulled Pedro over and positioned his hairy ass where hers had just been and guided Beyonce's mouth right into the tight, puckered anus and made her lick him out. She just got no respite, her tiring tongue being moved from one sweaty ass to the next, all three men enjoying the sensation of having one of the sexiest singers on the planet sticking her tongue in their ass and licking it out. Beyonce was enjoying it too, the feeling of being sexually dominated by suck a kinky Mistress as Shakira was overwhelming and when Shakira relented on guiding Beyonce's head and dipped her fingers lower to finger Beyonce's pussy they came away dripping wet. She took those two glistening fingers and very deliberated began to probe them into Beyonce's asshole, getting it lubricated for what was still to come.

"Right boys, this bitch has tasted enough asshole for now, she wants cock and you are going to give her it -- all at the same time! Juan, throat fuck her, get as deep as you can. Pedro get down on your back and position yourself so you can fuck the slaves ass. Escobar, wait until Pedro is set then crawl in there and introduce her to your weapon. I want Beyonce airtight with cock!"

For a few moments there was a terrific jumble of limbs, Beyonce's fantastically sexy long legs mixed in with the three South America's hairy white legs as they positioned themselves to match their Mistress's demands. First cock in was Pedro into Beyonce's tight ass. 

Bar plastic cocks of her Mistresses Beyonce had not taken much in her ass before and she really felt every inch of his long, slick dick as it burrowed its way inside her as she sat on him. Instinctively she leaned back and allowed the other guy, the guy with the most enormous penis she had ever set eyes on to squat down over Pedro and scuttle forward until that monster (12 inches it looked) was pressed into the soaking folds of her pussy and impale her for a second time. Double penetrated by these two lengthy Latino cocks made it pretty difficult for Beyonce to concentrate on much else as she felt them move inside her but she had just enough about her to stretch her mouth again and take the third cock right into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Mistress Shakira was delighted and implored her male slaves to pump and thrust for all they were worth.

The blonde Domme positively giggled as she saw her latest superstar slut filled with lowly, peasant cock and fucked like a piece of meat with holes. She played with her own pussy as she watched Beyonce try and take all that man meat and skipped around them shoving at each of the guys, pushing them in further or giving little slaps to Beyonce's tits as she passed them. She was enjoying herself immensely.

As was Beyonce, at any other time this would have been such an embarrassing and humiliating thing for her but she felt such freedom and liberation as a slave, as if all the pressures she worked under daily were removed from her and she could be a pain slut or a cock hound with no worries or repercussions. It was a release that she was now more than addicted to, being used like this was just the most thrilling thing she had ever experienced. She could actually feel the two cocks buried in her ass and pussy respectively rubbing against each other between her skin that separated her as she choked and gagged on the cock face fucking her as Shakira made her next orders known to them all.

"Slaves, don't any of you dare cum yet! And that includes you Beyonce, you dirty bitch! You'll each of you have your cocks fist sucked and licked clean by Beyonce and then she will use those so well manicured hands to jerk each of you off over her face!"

The next few minutes would live long in Beyonce's memories for the rest of her life. In short order the cock plugging her mouth was removed and replaced by the cock that had seconds previously been deep in her ass and she licked it clean, tasting her own ass in the process. The cock from her pussy was soon after and she tasted her own love juices too before jerking roughly at the foreskin and seconds later being rewarded with a cum shower that splattered over her waiting face. She relished the warm, sticky seed as it hit her nose and mouth and hoped her Mistress was pleased with her efforts. She did not have much time to consider as quickly she had two cocks in hand, one in each hand and was jerking them off towards her face again, determined to milk them for their full loads.

Her beautiful ebony face was coated in thick white cum seconds later, both cheeks and ears taking a blast with the remainder dumped on her forehead to slowly trickle down her face.

"You're not done yet slave, there's one more lot of cum you've to receive -- mine!" announced Shakira.

With that the blonde Dominatrix pushed her male slaves to one side and stood right over Beyonce, her groin right on her slaves cum covered face, and demanded that the slave use her fingers to get her off.

Shakira stood like a Goddess, towering over her kneeling serf, rubbing furiously at her glistening clit and pussy while Beyonce looked up at her adoringly through cum covered eyes. The three men stood back and despite having just ejaculated all over Beyonce they could feel a stirring in their loins even this quickly from watching Shakira play with herself so intensely. And she was intense. Her dark eyes focussing on her slave and her mouth issuing a stream of profanities as her voice rose and fall with her body's reactions to arousal. 

"Oh Yes! Yes! You fucking slut Beyonce! My fucking cock hound slut, aren't you! Aren't you! Yes! Oh! Yes! Dirty. Fucking. Whore. Oh Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!" 

As that last exclamation was squealed out Shakira came, spraying Beyonce's face and mouth with her ejaculation. Coating her with the warm clear love juices and figuratively marking her with her scent as her slave from that point onward. Shakira reached down and dipped her fingers in the gooey mess all over Beyonce's face and mixed all the juices together and scooped much of it into her slaves mouth, ordering Beyonce to clean her fingers. 

"Yes, I'm going to enjoy dominating you Beyonce, this is going to be a beautiful relationship!"

* Two months later and the D Club was buzzing. It was a Saturday night and every member seemed to be there, rumours had circulated in the community since Jennifer Lopez had made the announcement the previous week and it seemed everyone was there to see if it was true. 

Mistress Naomi Campbell was there with subs Mel B from the Spice Girls and Mariah Carey (her latest addition). Mistress Angelina Jolie was there with her bitches, Jennifer Aniston and Courteney Cox. New Domme Halle Berry, fresh from casting aside the shackles of slavery was there with her slave Christina Milian. Mistress Madonna was there with her full complement of submissive slaves: Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, Pink and Gwen Stefani (all looking lovely in their bright pink collars and chains and nothing else). And it was Mistress Shakira's first trip back to the club since she won Beyonce and she came in full force, her slaves Salma, Penelope and Nelly in skin tight black suits while Beyonce was looking mighty fine in silver collar and silver chastity belt. 

They and more besides were crowded around the central stage until an expectant hush settled over the crowd as the lights were dramatically dimmed. Then Jennifer Lopez strutted onto the stage under a spotlight in quite the most amazing fantasy Dominatrix outfit. An eclectic mix of leather and chain mail with boots that reached her thighs and her hair pulled back severely. Behind her were her trusty servants, Ciara and the Williams sisters (Venus and Serena) and they were pushing a wheeled box onto the stage and left it before their Mistress before retiring. 

Jennifer addressed her expectant audience in the most self assured, cocky voice imaginable. 

"Ladies, fellow Mistresses I promised you last week that I would introduce the newest member of my stable this week and it would be an announcement that would shock you all and rock the very foundations of this club! And as the world knows, Mistress Jennifer Lopez is a woman of her word. Behold my newest submissive!" 

With a theatrical flourish the sides of the box fell apart to reveal a small metal cage contained within and behind the bars the naked, cramped form of Whitney Houston!

Now this was a shock. There had been rumours of Whitney's financial problems for some time now but it was pretty inconceivable that she would ever stoop to servitude to another Mistress. Whitney Houston was a founder member of the club, one of the first celebrities who had displayed her dominant side and introduced many submissive celebrities into the lifestyle. She had always been seen as one of the pre-eminent Dominatrix's in the club, inspiring a mixture of fear and awe from subs and other Dommes alike. And yes she had had her troubles in the past few weeks but no one could ever believe what they were seeing. Worse still everyone knew what a hard time she had given Jennifer Lopez when she had joined, how she had given her no respect as a fellow Mistress and treated and spoke to her with disdain. Most also knew that Whitney had taken Jennifer as her slave for one day in return for Jennifer getting a day with Beyonce. There was real history there.

To make sure that no one watching was in any doubt as to the roles here, Jennifer walked to the cage and opened the door to it, then stepped back and gloried in the moment as Whitney Houston emerged on hands and knees and crawled over to her and slowly, reluctantly, bowed her head and kissed Jennifer's boots.

The crowd audibly gasped at that and Jennifer Lopez smiled like the cat that got the cream. Inside Whitney Houston was breaking up, she couldn't believe she was humiliating herself like this. And to this pathetic novice. But she had no choice, in dire financial straits she had been offered a package by her fellow Mistress that would bail her out completely and pay off all her debts and more -- all she had to do was submit to her completely. Even with the prospect of sorting out the mess that her business life had descended into Whitney had been extremely reluctant to accept the deal. She was 'old school' about the BDSM lifestyle and despised young Mistresses like Jennifer with a passion, they were everything that Whitney saw as wrong with it and she had enjoyed her day of thoroughly dominating the Latino beauty a few months ago. But in the end Whitney realised this was her only chance and reluctantly agreed to Miss Lopez's proposal and all the conditions attached, first one being to display her submission to Jennifer at the very D club she had virtually started and ruled for the past decade or so.

The thought of what she would have to do that night and who all would witness it turned her stomach but she still did it to the best of her capabilities. As instructed earlier she ignored the gaping crowd and concentrated on cleaning Mistress Jennifer's long boots with her tongue.

"You see ladies! I promised you quite the show tonight did I not? And this is how keep my promises! Ciara, bring the collar!"

At her Mistresses command the young singer appeared back on stage holding a velvet cushion with a battered old leather dog collar on it. Jennifer took it and dismissed her slave and looked down at Whitney, she would especially enjoy collaring her former rival. Placing a collar on a willing receiver was the ultimate in submission, by accepting this collar both Whitney and Jennifer knew that Whitney would now and forever be viewed as a submissive by every single person who was watching. They both knew that all that Whitney had done before as a Domme would count for nothing so long as she wore this collar, and it was not even a good collar, it really was an old dog collar and had been well used. With a touch of her hand to Whitney's head Jennifer halted her boot licking and she instructed her to move onto her knees for the collaring. How desperately Whitney wanted to refuse but she knew it was pointless now and rather she knelt there and allowed Jennifer Lopez to place the dog collar around her neck and tighten it in place.

"I have collared my latest slave in front of you all and I would demand that you recognise from now on that this slave, Whitney Houston, is my BITCH!"




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 06



Whitney winced at the ferocity which the word was spoken and knew in her heart that it was over, hr life as a Dominatrix gone forever. But the humiliation was just beginning and Jennifer had an extra special treat for her next. At a pre-arranged signal from Jennifer, Naomi Campbell walked on to the stage in her right hand was a leash and at the end of that was Mariah Carey. Mariah had been Whitney Houston's first ever sub, immediately submitting to her rival diva and embracing a life of serving her Mistress with all her heart. Everyone in the club knew of their special Mistress/Slave bond over the years and while other celeb slaves had come and gone Mariah had always been obedient to Whitney. As Naomi and the crawling Mariah made it into the spotlight everyone was finally able to observe the huge appendage hanging from Mariah's crotch. It was a twelve inch long, four inch thick strap on dildo!

The truth of what was to happen was all too evident to the crowd but Jennifer announced it anyway.

"As first action as my collared slave Whitney you are going to bend your fat ass over and allow it to be fucked by your own former slave, Mariah Carey. Everyone knows what a true submissive Mariah is and this should adequately demonstrate your new position in life, that even a submissive like Mariah is higher than you!"

Whitney nodded sombrely and bent forward, pulling her ass cheeks apart right in front of the crowd as Mariah was led towards her and positioned by her new Mistress, Naomi. Mariah appeared more upset at having to participate than Whitney but with the devious Naomi and Jennifer up on stage there was no way she would not do as she was told. She tenderly reached around her former Mistress's hip and gripped them as she slid her huge fake cock slowly inside her.

Jennifer Lopez turned her back as Mariah began to ass fuck her former Mistress, and turned to take the awe struck respect from the crowd. She knew she had just become the Queen of the Club in all but name. Scanning the faces she spotted Mistress Shakira and they locked stares for a moment. Jennifer's eyes moved from Shakira to Beyonce then back again. The unspoken message was clear enough, 'she's my property you've got and I'm coming to get her back'...



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 07



The D Club. A balmy August Saturday night.

Everyone who was anyone in the celebrity Dominatrix scene seemed to be there. There was an excited chatter rarely seen in the club. An expectation buzzed through the air, this would be an exciting, rarely seen before night.

The lights went right down. Plunging the large main hall into complete darkness for some moments before a series of spotlights began to roam one wall that had a walkway that led up to a stage constructed in the centre of the hall. From behind a dark curtain at the wall a figure emerged, clad in a dark, hooded robe and they slowly made their way up the walkway and stood, spotlighted on the stage. The congregated Dommes and subs, celebrity and otherwise are all silent as another figure walks beside the first and removes the cloak. The spotlights concentrate fully now on the first figure it is famous diva and submissive Beyonce Knowles and tonight is her SALE AUCTION............

Beyonce had last been seen at the D Club over six months ago when she had been won by Mistress Shakira in a competition with her then Mistress, Whitney Houston. It had been the beginning of the end for Whitney who was now reduced to the lowest form of slave under a vengeful Jennifer Lopez. Now it appeared the Colombian blonde must have tired of her celebrity slave slut and used this seldom seen tactic for earning money and passing Beyonce o n to her next Mistress.

Beyonce presented a truly amazing sight for all the members of the club. The ebony26 year old beauty was completely naked and despite her head being slightly bowed in submission she looked every inch of her stunning five foot six height. The skin shone tantalisingly as did the bright silver chains that linked her two ankles together and the matching silver chains that connected her wrists, loosely in front of her. For just now she wore no collar, she would have one by the end of the night though.

Madonna had been the unlucky Mistress drawn from the hat earlier that night, this had meant that she would compere and preside over the slave auction but would not be allowed to bid for Beyonce herself, a real shame for the ageing singer as she thought Beyonce would have complimented her slaves, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera and sisters Jessica and Ashlee Simpson. However, such was her luck she would not be able to. Standing up on the stage beside the chained Beyonce she radiated total dominance as she bent a whip in her hand and addressed the crowd. She was dressed in a leather catsuit and pointed boots and looked like the dominant woman she was.

"Right, lets have your attention Ladies. You all know who this beautiful slave is and I am sure you all want to add her to your collections." At this point Madonna playing with Beyonce's hair and smiled in her face much like a crocodile does to it's prey before leaning back and bringing her whip down across Beyonce's glorious black ass cheeks.

"Well all the Mistress's that want to bid to win her from her previous Mistress can come up here and inspect her fully before handing me their bid in an envelope. I should add I already have two anonymous bids sent in by Mistress's who couldn't be here tonight. So without further ado let's get the inspection started."

First Mistress up the ramp to the platform was the formidable Naomi Campbell, her newest slave, Mariah Carey, left on a rack as her boobs were being stretched to the limit. Naomi looked incredibly fierce, her face set in stone with a thousand yard stare, her hair short and cropped her boots heavy and high on unfeasible heels her body in black shorts and leather bra top. She strutted confidently towards Beyonce's position, ignoring Madonna. Naomi stood before Beyonce and lifted her chin to glare at her sweet, pleading eyes. Without word Naomi's hand prised Beyonce's lips apart and the English model used her fingers to check the America's teeth like an old slave trader would have done. Have checked out Beyonce's gleaming pearly whites Naomi pawed at her face and hair, stretching and pulling it for flaws, there were none. Satisfied she went behind Beyonce and ran her harsh hand over the singer's curvy buttocks, her hand reaching deep into the ass crack to feel her asshole and it's size and tightness too. All the time Beyonce stood there and endured this very public humiliation. Many of the watching slaves and subs wondered at a Mistress being so cruel as to sell their slave in this fashion.

Naomi, apparently satisfied wrote a figure on a bit of paper and handed it to Madonna and left the stage to let the next Mistress up. It was Angelina Jolie's turn. Angelina was dressed as if she had just dismounted a stallion with a tight silk blouse and tight jodhpurs and shiny riding boots on. But the only things Angelina had been riding were Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox and Lisa Kudrow, the three Friends star submissives on all fours on with saddles tied to their backs, bits in between their teeth and dildos with a horse tail stuck in each of their assholes. Angelina left her stable of current slaves and strolled casually up the walkway to the waiting slave. Angelina's big lips pursed into a mocking smile as she stood before Beyonce and appraised her. 

"Well slave, would you make a good addition to my stable of pony girls, I wonder?"

Beyonce did not answer, she kept her eye averted from Angelina, staring down.

"Of course you would have to like pain, I do like to hurt my sluts. Do you like pain slave?"

Beyonce nodded tentatively and whispered.

"Yes, Mistress."

Without further ado Angelina tested this by gripping Beyonce's right nipple between her fingers and twisting it hard all the time pinching it too. Beyonce winced and hissed, she had not been expecting that but she managed to bite her lip to stop from crying out. Mistress Angelina certainly had strong fingers. She kept the intense pressure up for a few more seconds before releasing her hold and smiling at the slaves reaction.

"Hmmm, good."

With that Angelina dipped her lips to that injured nipple and began to softly kiss it before sucking it into her mouth gently. It was a lovely sensation, lovely that is until Angelina bit her teeth into the nipple and began to chew on it. That got a squeal from Beyonce and Angelina removed her teeth. She looked up smiling again, wiping the faintest trace of blood from her lips and leant into Beyonce's ear and hissed. 

"You r boobs taste nice, I can't wait to taste the rest of you!"

She smirked and moved over to the waiting Madonna and wrote out then handed over her bid.

The next Mistress to inspect Beyonce was one with quite the history with the ex- Destiny Child singer -- Jennifer Lopez. Previously Jennifer had agreed to submit to Whitney Houston for one day just to get her day dominating Beyonce and that had started the whole sequence of events that had seen Jennifer Lopez destroy Whitney, bring her=2 0to her knees and make her her own permanent slave, But still Beyonce had escaped the demanding diva and even here there was no guarantee that she would end the night owning Beyonce. Jennifer's red, leather catsuit marked her out as different from the other Mistresses and Dommes here, and she was she had the biggest slave group and was ever growing her power and influence in the Club. Her current Harem consisted of Ciara, Ashanti, Venus and Serena Williams and the aforementioned Whitney Houston. Jennifer Lopez was a picture of confidence as she strutted up to the waiting slave. She was literally licking her lips in sweet anticipation. She stopped beside Beyonce and without delay licked her middle finger and slid it into Beyonce's wet pussy.

"Remember me, Bee? 

Her finger was working it's way in and out of Beyonce's freshly shaven pussy slowly, pressing a little bit harder with every entry.

"You will be mine again Bee, and the things I am going to do with that body of yours, oh, I cannot wait! Be seeing you soon bitch." And with that Jennifer removed her slick finger from Beyonce's pussy, smelled it then wiped it in Beyonce's hair and confidently went to place her bid for her most wanted slave, someone would have to pay well over the odds to stop Jennifer Lopez taking what she felt she deserved. The evening continued like that with various Mistresses approaching the tiring Beyonce and inspecting her, Mistresses like Elizabeth Hurley and Lucy Liu and even former sub turned Domme Halle Berry took their chances looking at and bidding on this celebrity slave until by nine all the bids had been received. 

*

Exactly twenty eight days earlier in her Colombian Hacienda Mistress Shakira had just finished explaining to Beyonce that she was giving up being a Dominatrix and that all her slaves were to be granted their freedom.

"You see Beyonce I have had enough of these power games, I want a break, I don't believe I can give you and my other slaves what they deserve in terms of instruction and correction."

It was a stunning announcement to Beyonce , she had so enjoyed her treatment at the hands of her blonde Mistress. In truth it was to be the first step Shakira would make on a long road that would see her as one of the most willingly submissive sluts on the celebrity circuit but neither women knew it at the time.

"But what will happen to me Mistress?"

"I am no longer your Mistress Bee, and you are free to do with yourself whatever you wish. Follow your heart. Maybe you want to escape this BDSM lifestyle completely or maybe you want to go with another Mistress but as far as I am concerned you are free to leave. So what you will."

*=2 0

As Madonna read the instructions again it finally began to sink in to her what a submissive Beyonce must be. She had no Mistress to auction her off, she was in actual fact auctioning herself off. She did not have to do it in such a public and humiliating fashion, she could have chosen anyone herself. More so this way held far more risk as Beyonce could easily end up serving a Mistress she did not like or want to be associated with. It was actually quite breathtaking that Beyonce was giving up her own free will in such a fashion. But only Madonna would know that, well her and Beyonce.

Madonna cleared her throat and brought the busy, noisy hall to a standstill.

"Ladies we have a clear winner in the Slave Auction. That winner is ... Mistress Rihanna!"

There was an audible gasp at the announcement. Many of the Dommes were not even aware that the 20 year old Barbadian was a member of the club and allied to the fact Beyonce had made no secret of the fact (in the real world) that she did not rate Rihanna as a singer this was the most shocking of announcements. In the surprised throng Jennifer Lopez seethed, she had been so sure of success, she turned to her slave Whitney Houston and the look in her eye did not auger well for the slave.

Then the young Mistress made her way onto the stage to collect her new submissive. Rihanna cut quite the figure as she moved confidently through the others. Her slim, svelte, toned body enclosed in black, tight hotpants and a leather jacket. She was chewing gum and not acting anything like one of the other celebrity Dominatrix's more like a cocky, arrogant teenager. She made her way up the walkway and stood in front of Beyonce, chewing nonchalantly and sweeping her flicked fringe from her eyes. She stared intensely at her new property, boring holes into Beyonce with her fierce dark eyes. Then she deliberately spat the gum in Beyonce's face and smiled as Beyonce flinched from it and winced as the gum became entangled in the ends of Beyonce's beautiful hair.

"Well, well cunt. Looks like you got a new Mama and this Mama thinks you need a severe attitude adjustment, we gonna have some real fun bitch!"

Rihanna was more than happy to show here complete and utter disdain for her newly purchased slave and drew her head and to get full force on a spit right into the middle of Beyonce's face and she smiled as Beyonce had to stand there as the saliva very slowly slid down her face. Some of the other Mistresses were not happy at that kind of behaviour in the Club but needn't have worried as Rihanna wasn't going to be staying long that night. From inside her coat she produced an old, battered, leather dog collar -- and it actually was a dog collar, Rihanna had taken it off her pet dog only hours ago, the smell of animal still strong on it.

"On your knees bitch! I'll collar you like the slave you are."

Beyonce dropped to her knees before Rihanna submissively and bent her head forward a little to allow the young pop star to wrap the leather collar around Beyonce's thin neck and buckle it. Rihanna was not gentle, pulling the buckle tighter than Beyonce would have wanted but that was Rihanna's intention. She literally had to tug Beyonce's long, gorgeous hair from under the tight collar, chewing gum and all.

"God! This fucking mane will have to go, that's for fucking sure! We'll give you a sexy short cut like mine not that old, out of date style!"

The words stung Beyonce she had always been praised for her hair and had even made shampoo commercials, she was especially proud of her mane and hardly allowed anyone to change it. But she had been taken by a new Mistress now and the choice was no longer going to be hers anymore. Rihanna posed with hand defiantly on hip and sneered at both Beyonce on her knees beside her and the crowd of celebrities before tugging the leash that was attached to the collar and jerking Beyonce after her as she strode off.

"Come on bitch, keep up, we're going to hit the streets for a little fun Mistress Rihanna style!"

* Young Mistress Rihanna walked Beyonce out of the D Club like a dog, on all fours, past all the jealous other Mistresses and out to the secluded entrance, once there her limo drew up instantly and her driver opened the boot for her. Rihanna jerked Beyonce to her feet by the leash and pointed to the black void in the car boor.

"Get in there slave!"

Beyonce stared at the dark car interior in some concern. She was not used to dealing with Dommes who evidently held such personal dislike for her and being a good sub to her new Mistress was going to be a real challenge, but Beyonce was a good sub and was extremely obedient. All her previous Mistresses, Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston, Jennifer Lopez and Shakira had been obeyed and served to the best of her ability and she had loved it so she vowed to herself not to balk at Rihanna's demands. So she carefully clambered into the large boot and shivered as it was banged shut behind her locking her in total darkness.

In that complete blackout Beyonce tried to fend off her rising panic, she was a little claustrophobic and worried she might struggle for breath, especially with this old leather collar around her neck. She tried to concentrate on the noises outside the car, but they were well muffled and she could just make out some low voices and then a door banging in front of her. The just as she was about to panic even more a grill in the boot opened and through a wire mesh she could see into the back seat of the limousine and was looking up at grinning Rihanna. She slid the wire across and Beyonce could have, if she had been allowed crawled into the back seat as it was all Rihanna told her to do was stick her head past the level of the where the wire had been. Once it was in position Rihanna slid two small wooden doors, with half circles cut into them together so that they trapped Beyonce's neck in it and only her head was visible at the footwell of the car, Rihanna's feet facing Beyonce's inert face. Rihanna locked the wooden shutters in place and Beyonce's head was completely stuck in position.

Rihanna had taken off her leather boots and now it was her brown feet that were right up against Beyonce's face, deliberately as it was to become obvious. Her feet were quite sweaty having been stuck inside tight leather boots for the last couple of hours but it wasn't as if Beyonce could do anything to move.

"Your duties as my slave tonight bitch are going to start with you giving me a foot massage using your mouth. I will place each of my toes in your mouth and I demand that each is properly licked, sucked and cleaned before you move to the next one. Now get going you had better be finished by the time we reach our destination!"

Foot worship had never really been Beyonce's thing, nor, fortunately for her, a big thing for her previous Dommes, so this was not a task that she was relishing doing at all, but she already had the impression that she did not want to get on the wrong side of Rihanna, she seemed to volatile to cross or disobey. So Beyonce wriggled in her hole and opened her mouth and took Rihanna's big toe into her mouth and began to suck on it submissively. Rihanna' paid her foot slave no attention at all as she had each of her ten toes taken into Beyonce's mouth and thoroughly cleaned by her tongue. When the last one was done Beyonce was glad of finally not having a stinking, sweaty toe in her mouth, a thought that did not last long as finally Rihanna looked down and decided to see how much of her actual right foot she could ram into her rival's mouth and it was a surprisingly large proportion.

Beyonce wanted to gag, all five of her Mistresses toes were in her mouth, pressing her lips back and pushing deeper and deeper but before she did gag Rihanna removed her foot and addressed her.

"Good. Now you can lick the soles and get them nice and clean too."

Wit this order she held her sole up on Beyonce's face, her nose between those newly licked toes and pressed her foot against Beyonce's lips. Rihanna was toying with her new slave, alternately squeezing Beyonce's nose shut with her toes while she had to lick her sole, it was fun to her to see her slave debase herself like that -- who could have been so stupid to give up a slave like this? She was just too much fun to torment. All too quickly they reached their destination.

*

It was like any run down alleyway in the city, there would be hundreds like it, the street lights barely working, trash dumped everywhere, graffiti daubed liberally on the walls and a general sense of unease/ it was somewhere you shouldn't linger. At the furthest end of the alley was a tall chicken wire fence and it was here Mistress Rihanna would take her new slave for her first course in obedience and bondage and punishment.

The car drew to a halt at the entrance to the alley, Rihanna had paid well for this block to be 'safe' so she had no worries about taking her foot from Beyonce's face, pulling on her heeled boots and opening the door. She looked down at her salves tired face.

"Think I might go an walk a bout a bit, then get you to do the same cleaning job on my boots!"

With that threat Rihanna got out of the car and for good measure opened the boot up on her way past so that Beyonce's beautiful, bootylicious chocolate butt was sticking up out of the car in the cold night air -- she wasn't to know the area was closed off for the next few hours.

Rihanna stood at the entrance to the alley and saw the van across the road, her men were here all right, just as well or she'd have to bust some balls. After she had strutted over there (on the way searching for some dog shit to walk through and then maybe follow through on her threat to get Beyonce to lick it off!) she took off the leather belt she had around her mid riff, doubled it over in her hand and once she reached her car used it to slash down at Beyonce's exposed, unsuspecting backside. Her muffled scream and jerk was immensely satisfying for both girls.

That was more Beyonce Knowles scene, a good hard whipping, the surprise element only serving to make it more enjoyable to the singer, she was a pain slut and got off on it, maybe this young Mistress could be good after all. Another hard lash with the belt confirmed that then another and another until Rihanna had lost control and was swinging the belt wildly and lashing Beyonce's ass with abandon. Somehow she stopped herself, she didn't want to wear her slave out this quickly, still it was interesting to see how the dumb bitch absorbed all those blows, all those years as a sub obviously made her immune to a lot of punishment, it would be fun to see if she could withstand what Rihanna had planned for that evening.




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 07



Rihanna was getting off on this sadism, she wanted to stick her hands down her shorts and rub her clit as she delivered her last belt shot to Beyonce's ass but instead she settled for fondling her boob and giving her own nipple a sharp twist and enjoying the ecstasy of the pain it sent through her body.

She ordered her driver to release Beyonce from the car boot and while he did so busied herself by choosing which riding crop she would use from a range in the car door. Once she had chosen one she swished it against her boot, smile and strode to the rear of the car again where her newest slave waited on her hands and knees. Rihanna curtly dismissed the driver and took the leash from him, without a word to Beyonce she jerked it and began walking her slave deep into the dark, damp alley. She set a fierce pace and Beyonce had to crawl like an eager dog beside her Mistress to keep up. She splashed through dank puddles and small piles of rubbish which Rihanna seemed to be deliberately heading for -- it was most uncomfortable.

At the end of the alley was a large brick wall, it was a dead end. A couple of yards before that wall was a metal, chicken wire mesh fence. It was against this that Rihanna intended to have her next fun and games. She casually swatted Beyonce's already sore ass with her crop as they walked towards the fence. In the gloom and muted light of the dark night it was all the more foreboding to the submissive former Destiny's Child singer. Still recovering from her domination in the car boot , shivers ran through her body at this macabre looking structure in the heart of the city. 

Rihanna walked right up to the mesh, her and Beyonce's face just an inch or so short of the metal before halting.

"On your feet slave and spread yourself tightly against the fence! Quickly!"

Beyonce obeyed her young Mistress and stretched herself up and pressed her body against the cold, wet metal. Rihanna stood behind her and kicked her ankles nice and far apart before using plastic cable ties around both ankles tying her tightly to the fence. Standing on a small box she did the same to Beyonce's wrists after demanding she stretch her arms high above her head so that very quickly Beyonce was bound to the fence, her breasts pressing through the mesh. Which was exactly the intention as Rihanna ducked around the fence to the other side and clipped two severely sprung nipple clamps to Beyonce's long nipples on the other side of the fence and let them go, biting into Beyonce's sensitive nips.

From the deep shadows Rihanna picked up an object which Beyonce could not quite make out until it was held up to her face on the other side of the fence.

"Know what this is bitch?" snarled the young Mistress.

Beyonce struggled to nod her head and whispered.

"It's an umbrella Mistress."

"Not bad for such a dumb slut. And you know what it represents? It represents a symbol of how successful I am, especially compared to you. My single 'Umbrella' was bigger than any of your pathetic efforts, showing the world that I am the pre-eminant young soul diva not you. And you know what else this umbrella is? A converted cattle prod!"

And with that Rihanna touched the tip of the umbrella to her slaves breast through the fence and pressed a small button that sent a small electric shock through the tip of it and into Beyonce's body. It was a not unpleasant sensation.

In all her experiences with her various Dommes Beyonce had never really experiences electric punishment but she was going to tied to that fence in that deserted alleyway. Rihanna moved like a dancer, skipping from side to side, measuring her slaves heavenly body up before pressing the tip of the umbrella in the exact spot he wanted and pressing the button to send a shudder though Beyonce's body. Her helplessness to move only increased the sensation. Rihanna found all the hot spots, her breasts, her squeezed nipples, her clit, her asshole everywhere that the sensation would be increased Rihanna pressed the umbrella against and zapped Beyonce as Beyonce tried to move against the unmoving fence, she was totally at her Mistresses mercy up there.

Finally she relented and paused a moment from poking Beyonce with the umbrella tip but it was only to be a brief respite. Rihanna moved close behind her slave and hissed in her ear.

"You are going to beg me to press the button again, you hear slave?"

Beyonce whimpered and nodded, desperate for another shock until she felt her wet pussy lips being parted and the umbrella being pushed up inside her. Beyonce bit her lip, torn between fear and desire. 

"Please Mistress....mmm..."

"Yes slave? What? What do you want me to do?"

"P-Please. Please push the-the button..."

"With pleasure bitch!"

A jolt burst through Beyonce's body like never before, she jerked and tried to trash against the fence as the electricity went through her but of course could not get the purchase to do so. Rihanna smiled as she kept the umbrella up there and kept her finger on the button much longer than her previous zaps. Finally she relented and Beyonce gave a low moan and her pressed her head forward against the wire mesh, her long hair hanging down, her body exhausted and close to climax. Rihanna ran her fingers through Beyonce's hair and jerked her head up to look deep into her eyes.

"You see, you are behind the time Beyonce. Passe. You need to be more like me and I think to begin we shall have to give you a haircut more like mine, you know, a fashionable one."

Before Beyonce could digest that little titbit Rihanna continued.

"But that is to come, right now I've got a friend here who I've had a little bet with for a the past few months. He said that Beyonce Knowles wasn't the type of girl that took it up the ass while I argued that you were just the kind of skank that liked getting it in the shit hole. Looks like I win the bet doesn't it."

And with that Rihanna moved back to allow a man in behind Beyonce his stiff cock already pressing into the bottom of Beyonce's spine. A deep, husky voice sounded at Beyonce's right ear as the cock slowly slid down her ass crevice.

"I ain't never been so glad to lose a bet. Know what I mean bitch?"

Of course Beyonce had taken plenty of cocks in her asshole before (see chapters 1-6) but most of them had been plastic with dominant women at the end of them this was a sleazy sounding guy that she could not even see who was about to plunge his cock inside her asshole. Rihanna had rounded the fence again and was right up against it on the other side in Beyonce's face and flicking at her own pussy under her outfit, very obviously getting off on this.

Beyonce moaned as she felt his large cock tip finally come to a rest against her tight, puckered anus. His dick seemed slippery enough to lubricate things and with just a slight adjustment of his position (because she had little or no chance to move her body to accommodate him what with being tied to the fence) he thrust up and pushed his large dick into Beyonce's arsehole and slowly pressed it deep inside her.

Oh he was big and Beyonce wanted to squirm as she began to butt fuck her, it was uncomfortable being pressed up against the fence like that and the chain in the other side connected to her nipples was biting hard as he began to thrust rhythmically into her from behind. Rihanna was still on the other side of the fence a wicked look on her face as she continued torment her new slave by spitting in her face, undoing the nipple clamps then putting them back on and still playing with herself.

It was an uncomfortable fifteen minutes or so for Beyonce but a nonetheless arousing one. She was being treated like shit and absolutely loving it. Being roughly fucked in the ass by an unknown man treating her like nothing more than a piece of fuck meat was obviously good for her submissive side.

With each thrust up and forward from the unseen guy Beyonce's body and face was being pushed harder into the fence. She wanted something, someone to touch her pussy so bad, she need to cum so bad she would have loved for him or Rihanna to touch her clit and set her off but neither would, the frustration of restraint an even bigger arousal for her. And then she felt him stiffen up, his whole body and she knew he was going to cum in her asshole.

A sudden warm rush invaded her bowels as he emptied his balls inside her and as she gripped the fence she was suddenly freed from her bondage as Rihanna cut the plastic ties that held her wrists and ankles to the fence. Instinctively Beyonce dropped to her knees on the cold, wet ground, she knew that was where they would want her. Seconds later a now flaccid cock was pushed at her lips, slimy and gross and Beyonce just opened her lips and sucked it in, tasting her ass mixed with his cum, she knew her place. Rihanna stood over her and chuckled as she watched her new celebrity slave suck the cock that had so recently been buried in her ass and wondered to what depths Beyonce would be willing to sink. She smiled at the thought of finding out.

With the mystery man's cock sucked and licked clean he departed and Rihanna re-affixed the dog leash to Beyonce's collar and walked her briskly from the alleyway. Once back at the car Rihanna jerked Beyonce to her feet and handed her a thick, real fur coat, knowing how Beyonce hated wearing fur it gave the younger girl a real buzz ordering her to wear it and then commanding her into the back of the limo beside her. 

As the car slowly moved off Rihanna spoke to her slave.

"Pain and humiliation. That's what you've got coming Beyonce. Pain and humiliation. And I bet that excites you, doesn't it slut?"

Beyonce slowly nodded and squirmed as Rihanna slipped her hand under the thick fur coat, sought out Beyonce's soaking wet pussy and slid three fingers easily inside her and began to slowly finger fuck her on the car seat.

"And you're going to be a good little slave aren't you? Yes. You're going to do everything that your Mistress Rihanna orders you to do, aren't you? No matter how dirty or nasty or degrading it is? You'll do it because you want to please your new Mistress don't you bitch?"

On the last word she pulled her fingers from Beyonce's slit and grabbed her chin in her hand roughly and glared into Beyonce's submissive eyes to see her totally unable to meet her gaze.

"God you really are pathetic, aren't you?"

Beyonce just dropped her head, secretly loving this treatment. She looked up as the car drew to a stop at Rihanna's command to the driver to stop. They had not travelled far and while it may have appeared to be an unscheduled stop Rihanna had set this up too, not that Beyonce would ever know that.

Beyonce stared out the window at yet another eerie looking alley way, this one however was lit up somewhat by a couple of burning oil drums. Beside them sat three apparent vagrants. Winos, drunks, down and outs, whatever you want to call them, they looked (and she would find out soon enough smelled) awful. They sat on their out of shape asses, in brown, stained, torn jackets and lolled about with bottles in brown paper bags clasped tightly in their paws. They didn't even look up when the fancy car stopped or when the beautiful celebrity singer Beyonce Knowles exited the car clad in that expensive fur coat.

She was still computing the instructions Mistress Rihanna had given her before exiting the car as she started forward towards the tramps. Her bare feet brushed against bits of discarded cardboard and bags and other rubbish but she kept on going, her head spinning with all that had happened that night. She waited until she was nearly on top of the tramps and cleared her throat to get their attention. They were hairy, uncouth looking creatures from afar and close up they were even worse. The smell around them was acrid and harsh.

"What you want bitch?" snarled the older of the two at Beyonce.

With all the grace and beauty that a diva like Beyonce could muster she stood at her full height and in one balletic movement opened the fur coat and let it drop to her feet, revealing her fully naked body to the two drunks.

That got their attention sure enough. She looked stunning in all her naked glory above, not that she stayed above them for long because she was already dropping to all fours and crawling towards the one who had sworn at her.

The smell was really strong as she crawled right up to him so that her head was at his groin. Ignoring the stench and concentrating on how nasty she was to do this she brushed against him and his eyes fell open and nearly out when he saw her kneeling there between his legs but he offered no argument to her smile and her hand reaching out to undo the rags that were his trousers. Maybe he thought it was a dream. He, however, was a long way from a dream, her hand recoiled as she felt the fabric of his trousers, it was warm and damp, he had apparently recently pissed himself! Beyonce risked a disgusted look back at her watching Mistress and she waved her to get a move on. The tramp's cock was pretty small and there was no hiding from the fact that it stank, looked dirty and unwashed and was not an inviting prospect. Yet that did not stop Beyonce wrapping her big red lips around it and starting to suck away at it. He gave a cough as she started blowing him and a sigh and touched her face with his gloved hands as she felt his dick grow a bit stiffer in her mouth.

She sucked harder, determined to get the desired results from this homeless man and her sucking became harder and faster as he grew more and more aware of what was going on - and yeah he got more aroused too. He came almost before Beyonce knew what was happening, she never thought a guy could come so quickly and without a fully erect dick, but he did. The first she knew he was gripping my head to keep it in place then her mouth filled with a sour, stale tasting sticky liquid that was far runnier than any male cum she had ever seen, it literally washed down her gullet and throat and some even seeped from the corners of her mouth. 

The other vagrants had come round somewhat by now and were in no mood to ask questions, all they saw was a sexy slut on her knees before them begging to suck their balls dry! In the end she started taking them both in her mouth, from either side, at the same time. Their cocks were also bigger than the first tramps and as they grew erect they fought for position and space inside Beyonce's mouth, pushing at her cheeks with their bell ends and wanting the attention of her sticky tongue. Beyonce was rampant now, once again feeling that burning desire within her, her crotch absolutely soaking once again, just the mere thought of what she was doing (giving free blow jobs to the homeless!) turning her on. This was also much harder work than the first tramp she had blown, not only was there two of them but they both seemed better able to hold off their ejaculations and I really got a thorough oral workout there in that dank, dark alley.

She must have taken ten minutes of this bizarre double blow job before the tramp to her right stated cumming and he set the other off and before she knew where she was she had two loads of cum being sprayed all over her. Her mouth caught it's fair share, but both tramps had also managed to coat her lips and nose and even get some in her eyes and hair. Not that they cared, they were starting to get their wits about them all right and were making noises about fucking her properly when Mistress Rihanna intervened, throwing them a bottle of scotch to entertain them and re-attaching the leash to Beyonce's collar and walking her back through the dark alley to her car, another degradation finished.

As she watched Beyonce's pert backside disappear into the car and she flung the fur coat in behind her another figure emerged from the darkness and grabbed Rihanna by her elbow. Rihanna spun around and was instantly face to face with Jennifer Lopez.

"What do you want?" demanded Rihanna sharply.

Jennifer pointed into the dark interior of the limousine and spat out her answer.

"Her! And I mean to get her! What can a little novice like you do or show a slave like that? Nothing, all you've done so far is pathetic, I've been watching and I warn you stand in my way and you'll end up like Whitney Houston!"

"What? A pathetic old ex-Mistress cowering to a younger more dominant one? I think that role suits you more than me bitch! Now get out of my way!"

"You'll see cunt, you'll be crawling on your hands and knees to beg me to let you lick the shit off my shoes when I'm done with you. I will have Beyonce! I will!"

Rihanna just laughed and slammed the door shut and got her driver to take off out of there, leaving Jennifer Lopez standing in the street fuming and staring hard at the receding car. She was totally unaware of another car on the other side of the street, a figure in shade in the back seat watching the scene amused.

"Oh J-Lo, now I know how to get you, now I know" spoke a soft feminine voice before she wound up the back window. Seems Jennifer Lopez had more than just one enemy.....

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's note: Thanks for reading my story, please take the time to vote and leave a comment on it. Also if you have any ideas or scenarios or celebrity ladies you'd like to see in the series please feel free to let me know. Thanks again



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 08



Rihanna sat upon her gothic throne and took a long, deep drag on her cigarette and looked as disturbing and dominating as fuck. Her dungeon was lit only by two rows of fiery torches on opposing walls and the effect was incredible, creating threatening shadows around the large, stone room. She was clad in an amazingly skin tight outfit that hugged every inch over her gorgeous, fit body. She wore long, leather jack boots and was tapping them impatiently as she took another drag on her cigarette and watched her helpless slave move in the uncomfortable bonds she was in. 

Beyonce Knowles was the slave and she was naked. She was connected to the stone floor by her collar which was leashed to a ring in the floor. Her wrists were chained behind her back, her ankles also chained to the floor. She was uncomfortable and unable to do anything about it. She had to wait until her Mistress decided. 

Rihanna's lip curled into that ugly sneer she was so fond of and finally she tossed her cigarette butt onto the floor and pushed herself imperiously to her feet to tower over Beyonce. Then she lit another cigarette. The scissors in Rihanna's right hand were right at Beyonce's eye line and she could not help but recoil somewhat at them, was she really going to do this?

Rihanna stood there for what seemed like an eternity the unspoken threat of the scissors looming large over Beyonce. She watched as Rihanna's cigarette burned down to its filter just inches from her eyes, Rihanna glowered down at her before barking.

"Mouth! I need an ashtray!"

Obediently and without question, Beyonce shuffled around and opened her mouth to allow Rihanna to flick her ash contemptuously onto her slaves tongue. Rihanna too another drag on the cigarette before bark another order. 

"I need to stub it out now bitch! Hurry up!"

Again Beyonce moved, this time to turn around and bend forward so that her pert ass was facing her young Mistress. Rihanna smiled as she bent forward and pressed the hot end of the cigarette against Beyonce's soft flesh. Both women were extremely aroused by the act. Rihanna because it was a sign of her growing dominance of her new slave and Beyonce because she was a pain slut and she relished the feelings as she suppressed her emotions before her Mistress. She was fine with having a cigarette stubbed on her ass, however, she was not so sure how she would feel about what was to come.

Rihanna circled her kneeling slave, tottering on impossible heels as she moved before proffering the contents of her left hand to Beyonce, a pair of gleaming, sharp, silver scissors. Rihanna got as much pleasure from the fact Beyonce's lip was shaking and trembling at the scissors as from using her as an ashtray. Of course in her bondage Beyonce could not move to take or deny the scissors.

"Like your act slave, your hairstyle is old and dated. Look at me, your pretty young Mistress. Look at my trendy short cut. It's everything that you are not – vibrant, radiant, young. So as your Mistress Beyonce I am giving you the opportunity to follow me and update your look. I have the scissors, I want you to tell me to cut it!"

Beyonce hesitated. She knew Rihanna could do it if she wanted anyway but knew also that she wanted the submission of Beyonce asking for it herself.

"P-Please M-Mistress, cut my hair, m-make it short like yours."

It was music to Rihanna's ears. Slowly, deliberately even she slid the bottom half of the scissors into Beyonce's hair almost to the scalp at the back of her head. Her every movement was painstakingly slow until she had the scissors blades at full extension and suddenly brought them together. A huge clump of Beyonce Knowles's beautiful dark mane was sliced away and she could feel it as it fell down her naked skin. She could only imagine the damage to her hair.

Rihanna changed the scissors to slide just over Beyonce's right ear and again extended the blades right along the side of her head under her hair.

"Come on, tell me again, tell me what you want slave!"

Beyonce whimpered as she knelt there. Her hair was the most important thing on her body to her. She had been so proud of it. Hell, she had even been featured in shampoo commercials because of it. To allow someone, anyone, but especially such a nasty, evil, vindictive little bitch like Rihanna to chop it off indiscriminately was surely the ultimate act of submission for Beyonce.

"Please Mistress cut the rest off. I want to be like you."

They were hardest, most humiliating words Beyonce had ever spoken but they still sent a shiver of anticipation and arousal throughout her body.

Rihanna clipped both sides of Beyonce's hair close to her scalp, leaving it ugly and short and uneven and all the time Beyonce was vaguely aware of seeing strands of her long hair float down her sides and begin to gather on the stone floor at her feet and knees. Then Rihanna stood right in front of Beyonce, a thick clump of her hair in her hand and casually dropped it to the floor right in front of her immobile slave's eyes. Then she placed the blade right under Beyonce's fringe and held her eyes with her own mischievous stare.

"Let's see how this works shall we?"

And with that Rihanna began cutting at Beyonce's fringe, hacking off as much hair as she could get the scissors around. Beyonce was helpless to do anything but kneel there and watch as her beloved hair cascaded down around her. At least she could not see the mess that her remaining hair was – not yet anyway!

Rihanna finished up her haircutting and turned around and strutted from the dungeon but she was swiftly back and this time with some of her other slaves. 

Ashanti, Amerie, Samantha Mumba and Traci Bingham trotted in behind her this time. Each clad in nothing more than silver collars and nipples rings and each carrying large mirrors which Rihanna instructed them to surround Beyonce with. Once she was surrounded she dismissed her four other slaves and addressed Beyonce once more, her voice dripping with spite.

"I'll leave you there for an hour slave, see what you have done to yourself. I shall expect you to thank me very much for the haircut when I return."

And with that she left, leaving Beyonce to nothing but her reflection whichever way she turned. The hour seemed to last a life time, Beyonce tried to close her eyes but some force inside her head made her look up and whichever way she turned she was compelled to look at the short, cropped mess her previously perfect hair was. Rihanna was the first Dominatrix to truly break Beyonce's spirit and all it had taken was a pair of scissors and an understanding of what was most important to her. 

When Rihanna returned exactly one hour later she could see the change in Beyonce's eyes and knew any fight she had left in her was all gone - she was Rihanna's bitch now, body and mind. Rihanna strutted into the room looking every inch the confident young woman she was, Beyonce dropped her eyes in deference to her young Mistress. Rihanna was now wearing a pair of thigh high leather stiletto boots and without a word she lifted the right one and placed it at Beyonce's mouth.

"Kiss it slave! Kiss it and tell me how much you like your new haircut."

Without a seconds hesitation Beyonce leaned forward (as much as her bondage would allow) and kissed her Mistresses toe and looked up and earnestly said.

"Thank you for my haircut Mistress Rihanna, I am humbled that you let me have it."

"Good, and now to finish your style is another of my friends, someone you are going to be spending the next few days with very closely and someone you will obey with the same vigour as myself."

From behind Rihanna stepped a buxom black lady, her face was covered in a mask for now, which was more clothing than she was wearing elsewhere what with being naked bar a large nipple ring. They stepped up to Beyonce, her heavy tits resting on Beyonce's head before firing up an electric shaver.

"Then a voice familiar to Beyonce spoke.

"I wonder how you will suit the bald look Bee. And after, lets get properly aquainted and I'll tell you how you can help me........"

*

Another Saturday night in the infamous D Club and all the usual Dommes and subs are there. Jennifer Lopez is sat upon her own personal gilded throne surveying her harem of slaves distractedly, her eyes alert for any and every newcomer until finally they arrived.

Rihanna entered first, God, just the sight of her fired the anger in J-Lo's belly, how could that useless little novice have Beyonce as a slave? It just was not right. The desire Jennifer had to properly dominate Beyonce was overtaking her by now, it was what she wanted most in life, she would do anything to make it happen.

To be fair Rihanna was the type of obnoxious, cocky little bitch that got up most of the other Dommes noses anyway but since she had acquired Beyonce's services she had been particularly unbearable. She literally strutted into the hall expecting every eye in the place to be on her, and the majority were. She looked stunning her short hair looking rigidly hard in its flick, her black rubber shorts looked like she had been poured into them and her open to the bottom leather jacket showed a ample sufficiency of skin. Her high heels clicked and once she was sure she had enough attention she clicked her finger and a figure crawled in behind her.

From her incredible figure it was unmistakably Beyonce Knowles crawling some feet behind her young Mistress. Despite the fully enclosed gimp mask that hid her face and head those incredible legs and perfect breasts could not belong to any other slave.

With a captive audience watching her progress, Rihanna strutted to the centre of the hall and onto a raised podium, Beyonce crawled behind her obviously able to see somehow through the black mask that engulfed her. Smirking Rihanna made sure to pass nearby Jennifer Lopez, knowing how much this show must be irritating her. And it was. The Latino Mistress seethed as the youngster passed her with Beyonce at her feet. When Rihanna finally stopped all eyes were on her and she reached down, grabbed the silver ring at the front of Beyonce's collar and pulled her slave to her feet. With a theatrical flourish Rihanna tugged the black mask from Beyonce's head and revealed to her rapt audience that Beyonce Knowles head was now shaven smooth and totally bald!

There was a load gasp around the Main Hall. Everyone was totally stunned that a superstar slave like Beyonce had gone as far as to allow her famous hair to be completely removed. Some of the other Dommes even thought she had gone too far, secrecy was of utmost importance to celebrities like this and anything that may bring what went on in their ultra private lives was not good for the Club. Certainly Jennifer Lopez was not happy. She got to her feet immediately that she saw what had happened to her object of desire and remonstrated vehemently with Rihanna.

"You crazy bitch! You can't go around abusing your position as a Mistress like that, a high profile celebrity like Beyonce being shaved bald will raise all sorts of questions in the normal world! You're clearly not fit enough to dominate a major sub like Beyonce!"

Rihanna just sneered back at her and cockily smoothed her hand over Beyonce's head in order to antagonise Jennifer some more. And there was more than just Rihanna taking some pleasure in Mistress Lopez's annoyance, she was not at all liked in this gathering – but then smug, stuck up bitches rarely are.

"Well seeing as you are so concerned Jennifer how about a trade? You want Beyonce as your slave so badly? Fine I will swap her for every other slave in your Harem. What do you say to that? How badly do you want her?"

It was a cunning strategy. In that one move Jennifer was thrown out of her comfort zone, she had not seen that response coming nor knew quite how to answer it. Yet she was acutely aware that all eyes were on her and the longer she delayed answering the worse she would look in everybody's eyes, and she could not afford for that.

"Ok. You're on. I get her tonight and you get my slaves in return."

"Let's be clear about this Jennifer I get them all, I get complete ownership of them tonight and they are my slaves from that potion on, not your slaves, you relinquish all right to be their Mistress?"

This was not what Jennifer Lopez wanted but she had strived so long to capture Beyonce Knowles that it had become an obsession to her, like Captain Ahab chasing Moby Dick, Beyonce was the one celebrity submissive she could not let escape her clutches, no matter what she had to sacrifice to get her.

"OK. OK. You can have them all and in return I get Beyonce."

Everyone who heard the exchange (and that was most of the patrons of the club) registered the pleading tone in Jennifer's voice and smiled to themselves, it was always nice to hear that from someone so haughty. Jennifer's bitches ( Christina Milian, The Williams Sisters, Ciara and Whitney Houston) looked on incredulous as they were traded as if they were nothing for Beyonce. 

The trade over, Jennifer swiftly left the club with Beyonce. Partly because she still felt guilty over trading all her long standing submissives so easily like that especially as Rihanna was already boasting about what she was going to do to them. But partly also because she desperately wanted to get her new slave alone. 

Beyonce was silent, almost mute on the limo journey back to Jennifer's dungeon, almost like she was a changed girl from the one that had first been introduced to the D Club all those months previously. She could only put the change down to her barbaric treatment at the hands of Rihanna – imagine shaving her head bald! Obviously it had effected Beyonce deeply and Jennifer was determined to show her how a real Mistress treated her most valuable slaves. She contented herself with sensuously stroking Beyonce's naked thighs as they sat in the car. Beyonce sat unmoving letting her do it and contemplating her future. 

Back at Jennifer Lopez's expensive LA mansion she wasted little time putting her own silver collar on Beyonce. 

"I've waited a long time for this Beyonce, a long time. But I can see you are drained so I won't work you too hard tonight, just a light session I think. Then we shall be back at the Club tomorrow and from then on I shall fulfil my every whim with you. Understand?" 

Beyonce looked up with those wide, appealing eyes and nodded. 

Good. I'm sure I won't require a leash to get you to follow me down to my throne room, I think I'll need my throne under me for what I've got planned." 

So Beyonce crawled around behind her new Latino Mistress on her hands and knees eventually following her down a metal ornate circular staircase 

Jennifer's 'Throne' room was simply stunning. An exercise in excess and opulence. A cage that sat in one corner had gold bars, gold collars and leashes hung from the walls. Whip handles were in expensive metals and encrusted in jewels while all her restraints gleamed under the lighting. In the centre of the large room was an elevated platform and on that sat the most decadent thing in the room – the 'throne'.

It was a huge chair, decorated in ornate carvings all around its frame and with similarly curved legs. The seat was of the softest leather and it looked just the comfiest metal throne imaginable. She instructed Beyonce to kneel below the platform while she scaled it and reached behind her head to unleash her long brown hair. She shook her previously tightly bound hair free and then peeled herself out of her tight, restricting, Dominatrix outfit.

Jennifer Lopez was a stunning looking woman, of that there could be no doubt. Beyonce looked up at her as she stood there naked before her and could not help but admire her curvaceous figure, it was to die for. Her breasts were pert perfection, her stomach washboard flat and her ass just the best thing on her perfect body. Very deliberately she sat down on her throne, making sure that her legs were spread enough to allow Beyonce an uninterrupted view of Jennifer's neatly trimmed, soaking wet pussy. 

Once she was in position seated on her large throne she spoke to her new (and now only) slave.

"Like what you see Beyonce? I bet you never had a Mistress as sexy as me before, have you?"

With Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston, Shakira and Rihanna amongst her former Dommes that was a hell of a claim but maybe she was right.

"So to begin with I want you to get up here and bend over my knees I waited a long time to spank that lovely ass of yours!"

Jennifer positively purred as she watched her slave lift herself on her long, shapely legs and come over to Jennifer and carefully bend over her Mistress's knees, presenting her naked brown bottom directly to her. J-Lo could not help herself and treated herself to a quick spank before Beyonce was even settled. Jennifer inhaled deeply as a buss ran through her hand from the blow and then set forth with a second, harder spank to her slave's soft ass cheek. Beyonce had zero reaction so Jennifer fired off three further hard spanks and was able to see some colouring to Beyonce sweet ass.

Jennifer could not resist as she took a slight break from slipping her fingers between Beyonce's thighs and fingering her pussy and was delighted to find it as wet as she was. She did not linger though, she was aware that she could easily lose track of time playing with her new slave and that she had a task for her to perform with building urgency. She spanked Beyonce's ass at least twenty more times before relenting and easing her from her knees and opening her own legs nice and wide. Beyonce looked up at Jennifer's glistening slit as the Latino Mistresses gasped her final instruction for the night.

"Right slave, I want you to get your head between my hot sweating thighs and to make me cum with your tongue. You will not get out of there until I have cum all over your face!"

Without missing a beat Beyonce thrust her bald head between Jennifer Lopez's thighs and reached her tongue out towards her pussy. She found it easily enough and began lapping at her lips immediately and intently. Jennifer held out as long as she could to relish each stroke of her slaves tongue but that was not actually all that long because the Latino Mistress was extremely aroused and couldn't hold her orgasm back for long. Beyonce barely missed a lick a s J-Lo ejaculated her hot, wet love juice all over her face and bald head.

Beyonce continued to lap it up once Jennifer was done and for her part Jennifer was content to sit there content with her orgasm and slowly stroke Beyonce's skull, knowing that this was the beginning of something very special indeed.

*

Another high octane evening at The D Club and the place was abuzz. Everybody knew that a smug Domme like Jennifer Lopez would surely not miss an opportunity such as this to display her new property. Jennifer looked like a million dollars, mainly because that was literally the cost of her outfit! Well that may be a slight exaggeration but it wasn't far off. Her leather catsuit was lines and studded with diamonds, as were her boots and as were her gauntlets. Beyonce was similarly flamboyantly attired, with a beautifully diamond studded collar and chain and a mesh top that showed her perfect breasts resplendent with diamond nipple rings. J-Lo should have felt on top of the world, she had finally achieved what she had wanted most – the slavery of Beyonce Knowles but something was troubling her.

It could have been the presence as she entered the hall of her former slaves, looking deeply unhappy under the charge of Rihanna – already they looked miserable as sin. Maybe it was the heat, it was a hot night and Jennifer felt sticky and clammy and most unlike her normal cool exterior. Whatever it was she felt uneasy and sluggish as she moved through the crowd, but this was her moment, what she had strove so long for and nothing would stop her.




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 08



She had arranged for a podium to be placed in the centre of the hall, a throne sat upon it and as was usual when she took on a new slave, she intended to make a great show of it. She would sit and pose up there while her new slave swore her undying submission and devotion to her. Most Mistresses did not make such great play of these things but Jennifer Lopez was all about letting everyone know how great she was and everybody knew it.

Despite her growing discomfort she was determined to continue with her ceremony, she got The Club's President (it was on a yearly changing basis) Madonna (another Domme that had bad blood with Jennifer) to announce that she was to hold a new slave introduction for the Club. Much to her surprise the old cow was more than willing to do it – how odd?

So Madonna brought to everyone's attention that Mistress Jennifer Lopez was going to introduce us all to her latest submissive on the platform and an unusually large crowd gathered round it. Jennifer held her brow, her head was thumping, her brow sweating, was she coming down with something? She shook it off and stood up proud to address the crowd.

"I am delighted to show you my newest and greatest slave – Beyonce Knowles! Beyonce, I want you to crawl forward and kiss my foot as a show of your submission to me."

Beyonce was kneeling beside Jennifer throughout this performance but her eyes were on the crowd and eventually she saw the face she was looking for. She got and returned an imperceptible nod just as J-Lo finished and rather than crawl round to her Mistress's feet Beyonce stood up sharply and walked in front of her. That took Jennifer and much of the audience by surprise, it was a clear ignoring of her order but much more was to follow. As Jennifer goggled and tried to recover her wits, the bald Beyonce slapped her across the cheek! Then she leaned over and spat on Jennifer's boots! Finally she grabbed the microphone Jennifer had been using and swore into it.

"Fuck you J-Lo. You ain't no Mistress of mine! I denounce you. You are not fit to take me as a slave."

The hall gasped and burst into excited conversation as Beyonce threw down the microphone, tore off her collar threw it to the ground and stormed off the stage. Jennifer stood there stunned, wondering what the hell had just happened. Things were about to get a whole lot worse for her though so she didn't get too long on Beyonce's rebellion. As soon as Beyonce had turned her back on Jennifer and stormed off the stage another figure had made her way onto it – Janet Jackson!

The very same Janet Jackson who was one of the founders of the D Club. The same Janet Jackson who despised Jennifer Lopez and the power she had been accruing in the Club. Janet Jackson who had finished off Beyonce's training session in Rihanna's dungeon. Janet Jackson who had given Beyonce the sachet of powder to pour into Jennifer's wine as they drove in the limo to the Club that night. And Janet Jackson who looked like a woman on a mission as she approached a still dazed Jennifer. In her hand Janet held a long black leather glove and she walked right up to J-Lo and slapped it against her cheek.

"As you are a Mistress in this Club with apparently no slaves I challenge you to a Mistress Duel." 

A Mistress duel was an old holdover from the early days of the club whereby if someone was purporting to be Mistress but did not have any slaves they could be challenged by another Mistress to contest and should they lose they would have to become the challenger's slave. It was originally designed to prevent time wasters and chancers and had not been invoked for years as everyone came with their own slaves. The chances of one of the existing Mistresses not having a slave to command were slim to non-existent. Indeed the last Mistress Duel had been a bastardised version whereby Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston had competed with the winner becoming the others permanent slave. Of course, everyone knows the result of that particular high stakes duel as Jennifer Aniston became Angelina's full time bitch shortly afterwards.

Jennifer Lopez stood stock still and held her cheek, still wondering what the hell was happening. She knew what a Mistress Duel was and knew she had no choice but to participate as failure to do so would see her kicked out of the Club and her named blackened across the land in the lifestyle. But as she staggered from the stage and Madonna (of all people) led her to another area in the hall she still could not fully comprehend all this.

And what was a Mistress Duel? Simple concept really. The challenging Mistress adorned a strap on dildo. The slave-less Mistress had to strip naked. Both entered a ring in the hall and in the next ten minutes Janet would need to insert her strap on into Jennifer's pussy, ass and mouth to win her as a slave for herself. If Jennifer could avoid that for the time period she would be safe to continue for that evening as Mistress without a slave in The D Club.

Things were going too fast for Jennifer and the drug was starting to really take effect. As Madonna cleared a way through the growing crowd for them and led her into the ring she was struggling to comprehend all that had happened, everything seemed a blur and before she knew where she was having her outfit taken off by some of the other Dommes and she was standing there stripped naked as Janet stepped into the ring across from her. 

At that point Jennifer experienced a brief moment of clarity. A moment where it dawned on her that this had all been an elaborate set up, that something had been done to her to dull her senses and reactions, that Beyonce had been primed to betray her so publicly and leave her so exposed like this. She looked at the faces in the crowd, Rihanna, Naomi Campbell, Halle Berry, Angelina Jolie, Lucy Liu, Elizabeth Hurley all the other Dommes and their respective slaves and saw on all their faces the desire to she herself humbled and humiliated. 

For her part Janet Jackson was completely primed and ready to go. She had been practising contests like this on her slaves for over a month and knew exactly what she would do. She bounced on the balls of her feet like a caged tiger ready to strike. She looked incredible, her tight body dressed in nothing more than a wide leather mesh top that had her pierced tits clearly visible through and a five inch plastic black strap on dildo jutting out from her crotch. She loved seeing that moment of realisation hit her hated rival and the look of fear that accompanied it.

Madonna somehow got the crowd quietened down a bit and mindful of the fact that the stuff could wear off J-Lo at any point blew her whistle and called for the Mistress Duel to begin!

Janet moved forward with intent and almost without trying had Jennifer pushed back on her famous back side and was between her thighs trying to work her dildo into it's target. Jenny was sweating and struggling but her strength was low and her senses dulled. In less than a minute Janet had worked her plastic cock inside her rival and Madonna was blowing her whistle to signify one hole completed. The touch of plastic inside her intimate hole was enough to liven Jennifer up but she was in a bad position and as she rolled over to try and push herself to her feet her ass made too inviting a target for Janet. As the dildo slid between her ass cheeks she realised her error and wriggled and struggled all she could to escape but it was hopeless and eventually Janet forced the cock home and rammed it up her asshole. Jennifer reared up but is was too late it was inside her and Madonna gleeful whistled and indicated that that was two holes down and now all Janet Jackson had to do was get her dildo into Jennifer Lopez's mouth in the nest six or so minutes and she was finished as a Domme.

Janet slid her fake cock out and knew the last hole would be the hardest, not least because of where that dildo had just spent the last few seconds. As soon as it was out of her Jennifer rolled on her front and scrambled away to the ropes, holding on for dear life while facing away from her opponent. The crowd bayed for her to turn and face Janet but she held on and faced out, knowing that she had to do that for a while more or face the ultimate humiliation. Janet stood behind her getting more and more frustrated as time ticked away, she tried pulling at her, shoving her, even tickling her but she could not get the Latino to turn at all. And then she had an idea, in a flash she vaulted over Jennifer to sit on the top corner of the ring. Jennifer was surprised at this move and only realised at the very last moment what danger she was in and closed her lips tight as the dildo bashed against them.

Jennifer tried to turn but Janet had a tight hold of her long hair and held her in place and with her other hand she reached down and pinched the Diva's nostrils together. If she had not been drugged perhaps she could have held out or even fought this off but she couldn't and with a minute left of the contest she had to open her mouth to let some air in and in that instant she was lost because Janet pushed her hips forward and slid her dildo into it's third hole and ultimately gave her victory. She raised her arms in celebration, leaving her cock in Jennifer's mouth as the crowd cheered at J-Lo's defeat and waited with urgent anticipation for what would happen next. Finally Janet plucked the dildo from her opponents mouth and jumped down beside her, pushing her easily to her knees before her.

Rihanna shoved her way through the throng and eventually appeared next to Jennifer and Janet carrying a large, black case and wearing a shit eating smile. She popped the case open and gave Janet a gleaming silver collar which was then swiftly clipped around the still dazed Latino's neck and a chunky chain leash then clipped on to it. They could have got on with their humiliation of their rival but both wanted Jennifer Lopez to me somewhat more aware of what was going on before really getting into things so Janet made an announcement.

"Everybody! Everybody, listen up! I promise that I will make my first domination session with this bitch a public session in the Club. However, after such a 'strenuous' duel I am going to retire for an hour or so to prepare but I can promise you this, when it comes my domination of Jennifer Lopez will be as hard and humiliating as you can imagine. In fact I can give you a little bit of information as to what I'm going to do, to whet you appetites. How do you think this stuck up bitch would suit a haircut exactly like Beyonce's?"

The prospect of Jennifer Lopez having every single strand of hair shaved off her head brought a rousing cheer from the crowd. But that wasn't all Janet had planned. She put her hand into the case and pulled out a long metal rod, a branding iron with the JJ logo at the end.

"And I'm going to use this to brand my new property, so be back here in an hour to see it all!"

The crowd cheered again anf Jennifer Lopez groaned as a dull realisation of what had happened slowly seeped into her brain.

*

About that time Beyonce was naked, flat on her back with Jennifer Hudson's big, fat ass parked right on her tongue, but that's another story completely...



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 09



Another night at the D Club and the place is just starting to get back to normal after the seismic events just eight weeks previously that had seen uber Domme Jennifer Lopez broken down to the lowest slave imaginable, beaten, degraded and humiliated into slavery to her new Mistress Janet Jackson. 

Of Beyonce Knowles, agent in Jennifer's destruction, there had been no word until now where it was announced she would be allocated a new Mistress as she wished to stay in the submissive role she had grown so accustomed to. There was to be no slave auction this night though, Beyonce had done that once already, the night she had fallen into the demonic clutches of the sadistic Rihanna and inadvertently precipitated the downfall of Jennifer Lopez. No this would be an altogether different affair, a real contest decided by the competing women's Mistress peers that would decide Beyonce's fate.

But we are getting ahead of ourselves, the contest is scheduled for later in the night, for just now let's take a small tour of the club and see what some of its celebrity members are up to tonight.

In a far corner one of the most bizarre events in the Club's history is unfolding to a growing crowd. A tall, statuesque black woman is on her knees, it was impossible to tell who she was as she wore a tight black hood. But that was all she wore, her firm breasts and tight ass on full display. Certainly there was nothing unusual about a naked woman on her knees in the D Club, what was unusual were what surrounded her, four women dressed in white sheet KKK dress poking her and taunting her as they surrounded her and prepared a mock lynching. Dressed in these racist outfits in this predominantly women of colour Club are the following blonde celebrities: Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Lady Gaga and Paris Hilton. They are all naked under their robes as they torment the black woman. It's a role that their 'victim' has paid them all handsomely to perform.

The woman in the mask went from blonde to blonde only to be spat on, pushed, prodded with booted feet and generally tormented. A few yards from them is a large, old style, wooden barrel with what looks like tar inside it. The blondes drag their 'prisoner' over to it and force her to step into it and sink down so her whole, body is covered in it before e they order her out, once out Lady Gaga produced a large bag of feathers and proceeds to cover the black woman with them, the feathers sticking well to the gooey substance she is now coated in. Spare your sympathy though, for Michelle Obama (for it is the First Lady herself under that mask) has paid for and is intensely aroused by this treatment. We'll leave that area for now though just as Britney approaches the tarred and feathered Michelle wielding a thick, rope noose...

More conventional action is underway near the doorway to the Club. Janet Jackson is making good on her claim that she will "let every single member of the D Club, Domme, slave, man, woman, whatever, have a shot at Jennifer Lopez". There has been a queue these past few weeks while Jennifer has been naked and kneeling over a bench, her previous Domme persona is completely gone and the once proud and arrogant superstar is now little more than a submissive fuckslut. Of particular interest in the queue tonight is Madonna, she is sporting the largest strap on dildo that anyone can ever remember seeing in the club ( both in length and girth) and is merrily telling everyone she sees that she will split J-Lo in half tonight. Given the feud these two had just a few years ago this will be a particularly sweet night for Madonna and a new nadir for Lopez.

Beyonce's contest was not the only special attraction that evening in the Club either. In the centre of the main hall a wrestling ring takes pride of place and a tag team Ultimate Surrender match has just finished. It pitted Venus and Serena Williams against Ciara and Missy Elliott. A real feud had built up in recent weeks between Ciara and the Tennis players. All three had been slaves to Jennifer Lopez prior to her downfall but had also been dominants and were real aggressive, powerful women who managed to develop a dislike for each other.

The feud had escalating in the weeks following Jennifer Lopez's submission to Janet Jackson. These strong women who had been under the control of one Mistress were suddenly cast into the open market of Dominants and submissives and Ciara's offer to take on Venus and Serena as her slaves had been met with derision and anger. The feud escalated over the next few weeks, words were exchanged and nobody looked to back down, they felt they couldn't. Finally a challenge was set for a catfight to settle things once and for all and all Ciara had to do was find a willing partner., she found one in collaborator Missy Elliott. The rules of the contest were straight forward, it would be fought like a tag team match in pro wrestling but for real. Two submissions (in the form of the loser voicing the words "I Quit") had to be gained from the tag team for victory to be achieved, anything was a legal move. If Ciara's team won then she would get the Williams as slaves for one whole year. If The Williams Sisters won then they would get Ciara as their slave for a year (Missy was just a partner in this contest and had least to lose). After the match both winners would be allowed to don strap-ons and fuck the losers in front of the baying crowd as a sign of their ultimate dominance over the others.

It had been thirty minutes of hard, nasty, dirty action. First to give up had been Missy, perhaps not surprisingly as she had least riding on the contest. Given the muscles and athletism of the sisters you would have thought that was that, but Ciara was street tough and she managed to take Venus out of the fight long enough to nearly break Serena's arm for a submission. So it came down to Venus versus Ciara and the two young women did all kinds of things to each other but in the end, just as it looked like Venus would win, Ciara got her teeth locked on Venus's clit and eventually there was only one way for Venus to go. She submitted and Ciara had won the challenge!

The crowd was still buzzing from the contest as Ciara and Missy donned their implausibly long strap ons. She snapped her fingers and two male slaves of hers rushed forward and fitted collars and connected wrist chains to the beaten sisters, leaving them at Ciara's mercy -- not something she was noted for! And she was talking some smack now, telling the whole club how she was going to mistreat the Williams sister for the next year, how she was going to break their, wills, their spirits and their bodies and how they would be her bitches. The sisters were moaning and feeling sorry for themselves the full horror of their loss not quite hitting home yet. It did seconds later though when Ciara and Missy got down on their knees behind them and began ass fucking the shit out of them!

The crowd oohed and aahed as the two singers pounded on the tough tennis players, grabbing their long hair and fucking them all the harder while pulling on it. Then they pulled out and swapped sisters before making them lick the strap ons clean of their sisters shit. Ciara had all sorts of plans for her new slaves and no doubt they would be regular attractions at the D Club in the months to come.

Leaving them to their fates a casual observer may move on to the next crowd in the room, gathered around a large St, Andrews style black cross where a man is tethered wrist and ankle to the cross and two black clad women are standing behind him contemplating their next action. The two young women were pop stars Rihanna and her great friend Katy Perry. Rihanna had been a member of the Club (as a Domme) for a couple of years, including a successful period with Beyonce as her slave and she had encouraged her friend Katy to join up too. That was something a wild child like Katy Perry was totally up for. The man attached to the cross was Rihanna's ex boyfriend, Chris Brown. A man that had just been charged with assaulting her in the real world. But in the confines of the club he has agreed to sub to her in return for her forgiveness and she's giving him an introductory session.

But right at that point Chris was regretting that decision. Not that he could make that known, not with the great big orange ball gag jammed into his mouth. Katy had just completed whipping him with a cat o' nine tails while Rihanna had been in front of him with his balls cupped in her hand and with every stroke of the whip she tightened her grip on his nuts until he was pleading her to forgive him. But they weren't done when they finished, not by a long shot. The countless tools, toys and instruments around proved that.

But we shouldn't dwell on them, after all it's a big night for Beyonce and the three prospective Mistresses that will via for her services. A panel of five judges sit on chairs in a line facing the raised stage that the contest will take place on and it is their decision that will decide who gets Beyonce as a slave for the next year. The five Dommes are: Lil Kim, Victoria Beckham, Tyra Banks, Halle Berry and Janet Jackson. Some of them have history with Beyonce so you have to doubt how fair and unbiased they will be. Their heads turn as one to the left as the first of the three competitors enters the stage.

Kelly Rowland strutted on stage looking a million dollars. She had on a pair of thigh high leather boot, black leather shorts and a studded top that revealed ample cleavage. There was a ripple of applause but that was not the point of tonight, this was not for entertainment, this was for total ownership of Beyonce!

Each of the three competitors will get twenty minutes to show and prove that they should be Beyonce's next Mistress.

Kelly hit a lever and Beyonce descended from the ceiling. This was blasphemous. The singing superstar was tied to a wooden cross that was being lowered by a strong chain and pulley. It was a crucifix and Beyonce's wrists were stretched wide while her feet balance on a small platform. She wore a genuine crown of thorns that were pushed rather too hard into her head. The significance was not lost on the judges, Beyonce was well known for her conservatism in public. For her beliefs in God and Christ. So for her to be lowered like this, while stark naked, was a slap in her face in more than one way. Kelly smiled as the cross reached the specially created hole in the stage and helped fit it place. She turned and smirked at the panel of judges before walking back to the cross and spitting full force into Beyonce's unsuspecting face!

Of course they were former band mates in the mega successful girl band Destiny's Child but since their split there had been little love lost and Kelly was hopeful of getting ownership of Beyonce as she felt she had been denied the stardom she deserved due to the spotlight being on Beyonce. With her saliva still slowly dropping down Beyonce's disgusted features, Kelly strutted over to her designated table and lifted a bull whip which she unrolled before cracking it impressively in front of her captive. Without breaking stride she turned and cracked the whip again, this time the small tip exploding accurately on Beyonce's exposed right breast.

"Aaaiii!" Beyonce could not hold back her shout of alarm.

Kelly smirked and walked up to Beyonce and reached up to hold her by the chin to warn her.

"If I hear one more noise from you bitch, then the next shot will be with this one" with this warning Kelly indicated a cane on her table of devices that was tightly wrapped with barbed wire. Beyonce's eyes went wide -- everybody knew that she was the damnedest little pain slut in the world but surely that would be too much for her. 

Kelly nodded to emphasise her threat then drew back and delivered a second stroke of the bull whip on very nearly the exact spot the first had landed. This time there was not a sound from Beyonce. Nor was there on the eight hard strokes that followed before Kelly finally relented.

But it was to be a brief respite. Kelly's policy to impress the judges appeared clear when she lifted a cane from her rack (not the one wrapped in barbed wire though she did make for it for a moment to frighten her prospective slave), she was into striking her slaves. And who could not enjoy the prospect of that beautiful body of Beyonce's being struck day after day by various instruments by someone who clearly held her in complete contempt. That was basically what Kelly Rowland offered in a nutshell.

Kelly took that cane expertly all over Beyonce's body. Hitting all the right places, her calves, her thighs, her pussy, her sides, and her arms before settling into a rhythm rattling it against Beyonce's gloriously pert black breasts. She created a series of intricate lines across Beyonce's skin, each stroke with the cane a tiny amount harder than the last. The look on Beyonce's face as she bit her lip to prevent a noise escaping worth the admission to the club in itself.

After the cane came a flogger then a paddle and finally a riding crop, By the time Kelly's time was up there was hardly an inch of Beyonce's body that had not been struck repeatedly and she herself had rarely felt such pleasure in pain before. As she left the stage Kelly leaned into Beyonce's ear and nibbled on it hard before hissing in it.

"Can't wait 'til I get you for good Bey, then I'll break out the heavy stuff!"

And with that she departed leaving Beyonce to be cut down and forced onto her knees to await the second challenger -- Nicole Sherzinger.

Nicole strode purposefully onto the stage looking like hell on heels. Her long legs were trapped inside knee length stiletto boots that glistened as she strutted towards Beyonce. And that was all she wore, other than those intimidating boots she was stark naked, her perfect, taut body shining with oil rubbed into it seconds earlier. Beyonce looked up and flinched visibly, Nicole, you see, had a very definite reputation in the club for how she treated slaves. Standing over Beyonce she bitch slapped her right cheek with a passion.

"My ass needs cleaning slut, your tongue will do!" and with that spartan demand Nicole turned her back on Beyonce and reached back to pull her perfect ass cheeks apart.

Obediently Beyonce rose herself up and buried her face in Nicole's ass and started to tongue fuck her ass. While she was doing that Nicole picked up a mic off the floor and addressed the panel of judges.

"While this bitch licks my asshole clean can I take this opportunity to remind you all of the work I did with Carmen Electra? How that stuck up little Playmate used to prance about here like she owned the place before I got my claws into her? You've not seen her for a while at the Club have you? That's because she's my toilet now, my own personal toilet. She willingly drinks my piss and eats my shit and I don't need paper anymore not when I've got her tongue. Well I'm getting a little bored of her now, where is the fun when the bitch is actively enjoying being my toilet? So I need a new toilet slave and if I get this dirty little bitch Beyonce, not only will I break her but I will bring her back here and she'll act as official toilet slave to every single member, Domme and slave, of this club!"

The more observant of the panel could see the shudder that passed through Beyonce's naked body at Nicole's words, and it was not difficult to believe that the lead singer of the Pussycat Dolls meant every single word she had spoken.

"But it is not just urine and faeces that this slut will have to learn to deal with when I am her new Mistress. I am also an expert proponent of choking and asphyxiation. I will take this bitch to her limits and far beyond. Here slut, put this over your worthless head!"

Nicole handed Beyonce a clear plastic bag. As relieved as Beyonce was not to have her tongue and face buried in Nicole Sherzinger's asshole any longer she didn't like the ways this seemed to be going. But she was true submissive and knew better than to believe she could do anything but comply. She took the proffered plastic bag and held it awaiting further instructions.

"Put it over your head you dumb bitch! Jesus, you are stupid, looks like I am going to have to teach you everything!"

Somewhat reluctantly Beyonce opened the clear bag and placed it over her head and pulled it down so the edge was resting on her bare shoulders. Next Nicole took a very thin belt from around her waist and looped it over the bag and pulled it down so that it was around Beyonce's neck. There was already a look of panic on the star's face. Nicole smirked, knowing she was getting through to her and affecting what was a very experienced submissive.

"Oh don't worry Bey, I'm not going to pull that belt - you are! Go on pull it, cut off your air for me!"

Beyonce was reluctant to do it but her hands were free, she knew she was in control of her own destiny. She looked up at Nicole through the transparent plastic, their eyes meeting and suddenly Beyonce found the courage to do it, her eyes full of kinky submission.

"Good! You will not slacken that grip until I tell you slave!"

Nicole turned back to the panel of judges as she left Beyonce dangerously choking herself not even in her vision.

"You see this bitch is mine already, turn her over to me permanently and I will break her as never before, I will reduce her to such a state of submission that she would do anything I told her to, and that anything shall be shared here. Everyone will witness how I reduce Beyonce Knowles to a sub human level of existence. And what's even better is she will want it. Isn't that right bitch?"

Nicole turned to view Beyonce still hanging on to that belt as her air was cut off. With a pause, then a smirk Nicole approached her and gave her permission to release her grip. The belt loosened, the end of the bag came up and air once more flowed to Beyonce. Exhausted she knelt on the floor knowing that this woman standing over her was dangerous. But did that make the proposition of becoming her slave more appealing or less?

Nicole did not wait for the answer before spitting right on Beyonce's face and marching from the stage, her audition done. Now it was time for the third and final participant, all the eyes turned to the entrance to watch as the final Domme came to stake their claim on Beyonce and an audible gasp came from the crowd as Beyonce's younger sister, Solange strutted out and stood over her kneeling older sister!

Solange would always suffer, and had always suffered, unwelcome comparisons to her older sister. To be fair not many people had the celebrity or beauty of Beyonce Knowles, but life in her shadow had always been particularly hard for Solange and though not publicly known the other members of the D Club could imagine the shadow the younger sibling had walked in.

Solange strutted purposefully towards her kneeling sister, the look of surprise in Beyonce's eyes a joy already to Solange. She was virtually naked, her own figure not quite matching that of her sisters but still a beautiful example of coloured curves. Her skin shining with a mixture of oil and perseveration, the only thing she was wearing was a large, ivory white, strap on double dildo. The lower to the two protrubences was about 10 inches long with a gold tip, the other dildo was shorter but fatter and also had a gold tip. Without a word she grabbed a handful of her sister's hair and jerked her around and onto all fours with her back to Solange.

She spat down hitting directly at the top of Beyonce's ass crack and watched as her saliva slowly slid down into it. A second spit followed before Solange dropped to her knees and began to line her dildos up at their target holes. With her finger she rubbed in the saliva to Beyonce's asshole before lunging forward and impaling her older sister on her twin dildo's. The moan that escaped Beyonce and the shudder that visibly passed through her body told its own story. 




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 09



Solange took a firm grip of Beyonce's hair and started to fuck her real hard, both fake cocks ramming in with each thrust. She also got going with the verbals, her preferred method of domination and humiliation obviously verbal and physiological.

"That's it slut take my big hard dick! You like that don't you bitch?"

Solange used her grip on Beyonce's hair to make it look like she was nodding vigorously.

"Yeah! That's right, you like Mistress Solange riding you like a cheap slut, don't you big sis? Don't you!?"

"Oh Yeah, you're nothing but a Ho. A cheap, skanky Ho!"

All the time Solange was double fucking her sister with wanton abandon, a blur of motion as she pounded back and forth rapidly. The five judges were agog with the sibling strap on action put on before them and the audience was hushed to catch each obscenity from the younger sister.

"Oh yeah bitch, I'm gonna stretch your holes so badly when you're mine twenty four seven. Yeah, you're gonna get all the cock you can handle, real and fake. I'm gonna make you my own personal cock hound whore!"

Solange's movements and actions were getting more and more frenzied as she herself got more and more aroused.

Then, unexpectedly, Solange plucked her dildos from Beyonce and march round to stand before her face. Holding her face up by her hair Solange pointed the longer bottom dildo that had been buried up to the hilt in Beyonce's cunt at her sister's face and squeezed a little pump that hung from the strap on. Immediately a spurt of white liquid burst out and splattered against Beyonce's forehead!

It was a very special, sophisticated strap on. It had a deep reservoir attached to it and Solange had spent the past couple of hours gathering cum from a large proportion of the male slaves in attendance at the Club that night. Once the pump was squeezed it was this sticky substance that sprayed out. A fact Solange took great delight relaying to Beyonce and the watching audience.

"That's it you whore! You love cum don't you? Come on tell me how you love drinking slave's cum!"

Beyonce looked up at her domineering younger sister and found she couldn't meet her eyes. Her head dropped and her voice broke as she verbally submitted.

"I love cum. I am a cum whore."

It was what everyone wanted to hear, whether true or other wise.

"You are indeed big sister, and when I become your new Mistress I will pimp you out to all and sundry. You will spend your days sucking cock and drinking cum. You will be a cock hound, a cum whore my very own personal piece of shit slut.

With that proud announcement Solange again sprayed Beyonce with cum, this time aiming lower and targeting her eyes, her nose and her mouth. There was a lot of cum in there and before long Beyonce's face was coated and almost unrecognisable. Mere seconds later Beyonce knelt there, submissively below her dominant sister with her face covered with thick, slowly dripping cum. It dropped onto her perfect breasts and stomach and she had to breathe through her mouth as her nostrils were clogged up with cum. Solange added to the mix by hocking up a large amount of phlegm and spitting it onto her sister's forehead before turning to address the judges.

"You all know who this slut is. How does the idea of her becoming nothing more than a meat hole sound? A cum receptacle? Because if you give her over to my charge that is exactly what I will transform my big sister into."

With that bold statement Solange marched off the stage and left the five judges to deliberate and come to a decision, just who would become the new Mistress for Beyonce Knowles?

*

And at this point the decision is over to you, the reader, which of the three candidates - Kelly Rowland, Nicole Sherzinger or Solange Knowles do you want as Beyonce's next Domme? Let me know through either feedback or comments on the story and the next chapter will be about their year together. Thanks thedarkcloud. 



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 10



The five judges had retired to a private room to decide Beyonce's fate. Would it be her former band mate Kelly Rowland who promised a year of pain? Or would it be the lead singer of the Pussycat Dolls who intended to make Beyonce her own (and everyone else's) toilet slave? Or could it be Solange, Beyonce's little sister who had a year of cock and cum lined up for her older sibling. In truth the five judges had already made their decision and were at that moment having some sexy fun in that private room.

Lil Kim, Victoria Beckham, Tyra Banks, Halle Berry and Janet Jackson were the women charged with the task of deciding Beyonce's future but at that point they were relaxing as only Dommes know how to with some particularly submissive slaves.

Kim had two of the police officer that had arrested her at her mercy. After she had done her time in jail she made it her job to find all the men and women that had cost her her liberty and take revenge. These two moustachioed white cops were just the latest to fall to her.

Right now she had them positioned in a 69 position sucking on each others cock while the tiny black rapper was positioning herself on her knees by the asshole of the one she particularly hated with an enormous strap on dildo in hand ready to rape his asshole. 

Victoria Beckham meanwhile had paid good money to Rebecca Loos (the woman who claimed to have slept with her husband in Spain) to become her slave and was right then enjoying whipping the bitches ass with a riding crop. Later she had a strap on of her own for the bitch. Halle and Tyra were busy with one of Halle's cheating ex's they had the electrodes and crocodile clips out and were intent on some pretty extreme nipple and ball shocking fun. And watching them all on her throne was Janet Jackson, she was naked and playing with her boobs as her bitch Kelis knelt between her thighs and ate her out. Janet was the power in this room, the other four judges would go with her decision, everyone knew that. She just had to decide if she wanted Beyonce beaten up, used as a toilet or to become a cum dump. A hard choice I'm sure you'd agree.

In the main hall of the club Beyonce is ensconced in a small metal cage and is naked and hanging from a chain in the ceiling. She is a good twenty feet overhead and can do nothing but wait to see which of the three Dommes below her will become her new Mistress. The thought of fully submitting to any one of them sends a thrill through her though it is mixed with a fair degree of fear too. But this is why she lives this life now, the thrill and excitement of being totally out of control of herself and in the hands of some cruel, sadistic, kinky bitch. She looks down as her three prospective new Mistresses bicker amongst themselves. Their nerves somewhat shot by this indeterminate wait up on the stage. They started by claiming how each was going to win and have moved onto making side bets based on who is going to emerge victorious.

"So we are agreed then? When I win this vote I will give the pair of you 100 lashes with my riding crop. If by some chance Nicole is chosen then she will get to piss over Solange and myself and if 'little sis' gets the vote then she will give Nicole and myself a double headed dildo and we will have to fuck each other to orgasm on the stage. Agreed?"

They all nodded. The fact they were surrounded by a decent sized crowd of their contemporaries meant that they would have to honour the bet. Which meant by the end of the evening one of them would be extremely happy with their night and the other two would have a dose of humiliation to go along with their disappointment at losing out on their bet. So they stand under the cage and are extremely uncomfortable, all four women now awaiting their fate.

Elsewhere in the Club that evening there are plenty of other things occurring. One of the most interesting is near the entrance where Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas is trying, not altogether successfully to gain full entrance. She is not a popular woman here, a lot of the main players in the Club view her as a pretender and not really worthy of either her membership or her general fame. Still it's her snotty, 'better than everybody else' attitude that really rankles the most. There's no denying she is a good looking woman, if a little plastic and false for most peoples tastes.

Fergie had been at the Club a couple of times previously but both times as a guest of Jennifer Lopez. The same Jennifer Lopez who had fallen from one of the most powerful Dommes in the Club to little more than the Club doormat. In fact right then Madonna was buggering her senseless with a large strap on while Shakira waited for her shot. So with no sponsor to get her in the Club Fergie had turned up tonight and was demanding entry and membership as a Domme - and not going about it in the right way. 

With Janet Jackson busy 'deliberating' on Beyonce's future it fell to new Club secretary Alicia Keys to deal with Fergie, a task she was looking forward to.

"Look, you are not a member here and in the absence of any member willing to sponsor you and let you in I cannot let you enter this evening. Now if you could just leave without too much fuss, I'm sure you could apply for Membership if you are so desperate to be in here."

The smirk on Alicia's face made it clear that Fergie's next application would go the same way as all the others. But Alicia had hit on the perfect word when saying 'desperate' because Fergie wanted into the Club more than anything else. This was the place to be, it was the talk of the celebrity world and everybody who was anybody was in here. But not Fergie. She dropped the snotty attitude for the moment and put her hands together in a praying like gesture to appeal one last time to Alicia.

"Please! Can't you sponsor me tonight? I'll do anything you want, please?"

Alicia was on the verge of taking great pleasure in telling the singer to 'fuck off' but something made her stop, watching Fergie tilt her head and try to smile winningly made Alicia come over all aggressive and she had a sudden, overwhelming urge to punish this little bitch.

"Well I guess I could, but only if you do something for me first."

Fergie was desperate, she may have been a member of a very successful group but she knew that not being in this Club and having the right contacts had hampered her singles career and the sooner she dumped the three male jerks from her band for good the better as far as she was concerned.

"What do you want me to do? I'll do anything to become a full member, anything!"

"You'll do anything? You know Sarah, that's a dangerous thing to say around here. OK, you do what I tell you and sure I can make you a member here, even if some folks don't want you. First thing you can do it hop up on that podium over there and give everyone a real nice strip show, you get yourself naked while I go look for the 'Glamour boys'."

Fergie had no problems showing off her surgically enhanced figure, she was damned proud of it. So she skipped over to the indicated podium and started swaying and moving in time to the music that echoed through the Club. She was blissfully unaware of who the 'Glamour Boys' were. They were, in fact, the very antithesis of a male dance troupe. They were three very large, fat, obese subs that the Mistresses of the Club used when they particularly wanted to humiliate a slave. One was black, one Hispanic and one white, they had their names, Curly, Larry and Moe tattooed on their arms. Alicia found them in a far corner under the instruction of Kim Kardashian. They were stood, naked, around the head of a funnel that led directly into Lindsay Lohan's mouth. Lindsay had a reputation of being one of the most out of control, wildest subs in the Club and willing to do pretty much anything for anyone and enjoy it. As Alicia approached the Boys all started to simultaneously piss into the funnel and Lindsay started chugging it down to quite a crowd.

Alicia waited until this spectacle was finished. Lindsay was smiling having drunk an ungodly amount of piss, Kim was telling her to open her mouth and spitting into it and the three guys were at a loose end. 

"I need you three for a show, come on!"

Alicia did not bother asking Kim if this was Ok she didn't need to worry about newbies like Kim Kardashian, in fact she despises the rich socialite. Leading the fatties back towards the podium she arrived in time to find Fergie flinging her small thong to the crowd and parading naked around the poll for the crowd's entertainment. The singer was a natural entertainer, for sure. Alicia took a second to appraise her, she had a good figure, fixed or not. Letting the smug bitch get more appreciation Alicia finally had enough and burst her bubble, jumping on stage next to her.

"Good show Fergie! Now I am a woman of my word, if you put on the second part of the show then I personally will guarantee you membership, OK?"

The naked, sweating Black Eyed peas singer nodded, this was what she wanted.

"Excellent, Fergie, these three gentlemen are "The Glamour Boys" and all you have to do to get that membership is to go airtight with them."

Fergie looked perplexed, though Alicia found it difficult to believe a slut like this would not know what that meant, still she would enjoy the look on her face as she spelled it out to her.

"That means, girlfriend, the boys come on up here and join your show and you find a way to get all three of their cocks in your ass, cunt and mouth simultaneously all for the enjoyment of this crowd you've created. Then they cum in you. You do that and I'll sponsor you myself."

Alicia smirked at Fergie as she said this, she was obviously considering storming away and who could blame her these three men were hideously obese creatures. But there was desire in her eyes too, she really wanted this. It was a win/win scenario for Alicia who did so enjoy humiliating her fellow celebs. Fergie started to protest but knew that was hopeless within seconds, clearly she was being tested and she had seconds to decide precisely how badly she wanted to join the Club. With a defiant nod to Alicia she said.

"Ok, I'll do it, come on boys lets get started!" and with a cheer from the crowd Fergie grabbed the first guys wrist and led him up next to her. Alicia smiled to herself and withdrew.

It took some time to arrange. And once they were all in Fergie had put her body through countless contortions and angles. In fact once she had three fat boy dicks in her the crowd could barely see the sexy singer. The first guy, the white had ended up laid on his back , his dick buried up to his balls in Fergie's pussy as she lay on him, his man boobs as big as her own tits. The Hispanic then was on his knees behind her and forced his dick past those balls and into Sarah's tight asshole, he leaned forward to hide even more of her from sight. The black Glamour Boy got her mouth, on his knees his huge cock speared her large mouth and he grabbed her ears to control the face fucking. It was quite the sight and had gathered a huge crowd by then. There were times when Fergie was barely visible in amongst the blubber and when, some ten minutes later they finally disengaged she was a mess, her hair sweaty and tousled, her face flushed and her orifices leaking cum everywhere. But she had done it and however horrible and degrading that experience had been she was buoyed by that knowledge.

She stumbled towards Alicia.

"Well you did it and I, Mistress Alicia Keys am a woman of my word so you will be able to join the Club, here put this collar on and get on your knees any bitch of mine has learn quickly!"

Alicia handed over a metal collar, her 'deal' had indeed been to do that act to join the Club but she hadn't mentioned that it was joining as one of her slaves! As Fergie fumes and decided where to accept at least that or storm off lets move to another area of the packed Club.

Fergie is not the only newcomer to the Club on that evening. In a far corner is a British triplet of babes. They are in the midst of starting up a similar style Club in London for British based Dommes and Subs (see an upcoming series from the author, Cheryl In Chains, coming to all good Literotica's soon!). They are there with their sponsor for the night Rihanna and although officially they are there to observe they'll be seeing action sooner than they thought.

Let's introduce them. First up is Cheryl Cole. Pop singer both singly and with the girl band, Girls Aloud. Cheryl has become Britain's darling on TV talent show "The X Factor" and was just recently voted FHM UK magazines Sexiest Female in The World for a second straight year, edging out Megan Fucking Fox. Ironically enough with Cheryl are two singers that got their break through that self same TV show, Leona Lewis and Alexandra Burke.

There had been a move to start up a similar style Club based in London for a while now and all three visitors will be important members when it opens it's doors later this year.

Cheryl was the Domme and the other two her subs but something about Cheryl just didn't ring true to Rihanna. Sure she looked the part, her normally beautifully coiffured dark brown hair pulled back severely on her head and into a long, slinky ponytail. A black leather studded bra top with a mesh top over it and leather shorts with ankle boots finishing her all black look. Even her make up was dark and gothic and meant to be intimidating but looking at her Rihanna could tell she was trying too hard to look the part but not backing it up with actions. The two junior singers were naked, collared and on their knees but already they had refused to do a couple of things that Cheryl had told them to. If that had been Rihanna she would have beaten the living hell out of any sub that dared to defy her. Alexandra particularly seemed to be a troublesome little bitch so Rihanna decided to get a little more personally involved.

"Mistress Cheryl I am going to take Alexandra off your hands for a little while, maybe I can give her a little attitude adjustment."

Cheryl just nodded and smiled easily. Even that was one more fail against her, no real Mistress would allow another Mistress to take one of their slaves without at least asking. As Rihanna jerked at Alexandra's leash and dragged her off the busty black English singer suddenly became a lot more obedient, realising she was in the presence of a far harsher Mistress now. They disappeared into a private side room and Rihanna showed Alexandra how things were going to be.

When they returned Cheryl was stood over Leona while she sucked her heels. Alexandra emerged from the room looking suitably chastened. Rihanna grabbed Leona by her hair and pulled her head up.

"You two bitches clear off for a moment and eat each others cunts, I need to speak to your Mistress."

There was no mistaking Rihanna's dominance and Leona Lewis and Alexandra Burke skulked away to a darkened corner to take up a 69 position and lick each others wet cunts. Cheryl just stood there and let Rihanna take full control. It was to prove a pivotal point in Cheryl Cole's future.

"Look Cheryl (the Mistress now gone) having trashed that little bitch I have to say I think you could do with a bit more guidance in the art of Domming, Have you done much in the past?"

Cheryl stuttered her reply nervously.

"Well, I've taken the other girls in Girls Aloud, well not Sarah because she wanted to do me. And not Kimberley. But the others I tied up and spanked. And Dannii Minogue, Simon Cowell let me dominate her to get me to join The X Factor, so this isn't my first time you know. I just think its my role in life, bossing people around. Plus I look so good in these types of outfit."

Talk about a red rag to a bull, Cheryl's reasoning for being a Domme was almost enough to make Rihanna slap the shit out of her right there and then but she kept her cool and continued with her plan.

"Yeah but in dealing with Alexandra I have to say I think I could show you a bit about treating your slaves even harder, getting even more obedience from them, you know?"

Cheryl's face lit up.

"Oh wow! Could you? Yeah, that would be great!"

Rihanna was a cunning, clever, sly bitch. She could see Cheryl was not as forceful as a Domme should be and she could also see that Cheryl was a sexy white girl, the kind she so enjoyed fucking with.

"Yeah babe, tell you what let me demonstrate on you, you act like my sub for a little while and I'll show you some of my best moves!"

God, Cheryl Cole was so fucking naïve and gullible. Her pretty little head nodded her agreement and with five minutes she was stripped butt naked and was beautifully tied up. It was a work of art. Cheryl was bent over a thin wooden horse, her arms were wrapped together in a leather sheath before being rope tied at the wrists with the rope hauled tightly straight up to a hook in the ceiling. Her legs were spread with the ankles tied to the legs of the wooden apparatus. A thick collar was around her neck and a rope passed through the ring at the back of Cheryl's neck and pulled back and tied to a hook on the wall behind her forced her head up. Finally nipple clamps had been attached to her nipples then joined by a chain which had a weight on it to drag her pert boobs down. She was helpless and splendid. And only now, when Rihanna spoke, did the thick English slut realise that her American colleague was perhaps not so altruistic in her intentions.

"You dumb English cunt! Did you really think a pathetic bitch like you could ever be a Domme? No fucking way, you're just too wet and sappy! You are a fucking submissive and anyone can see that. And now I'm going to fucking show you that."

The tone and venom in Rihanna's voice kind of indicated that she was entirely serious and this was no 'act' to show Cheryl how she should be. Cheryl was scared and made to voice her concerns but before she could utter a word a dildo gag was pushed into her mouth and neatly tied behind her head. The gag stretched right to the back of Cheryl's throat, it was uncomfortable and embarrassing. Now her only means of appealing to Rihanna to stop this was her big, wide eyes. But as she looked up and saw the hardness in the black girls face she knew two things - one that Rihanna was correct, she wasn't cut out to be a real Domme, just a pretend one, this was her real role here as a helpless submissive. And two, that Rihanna was not going to go easy on her.

As Cheryl hung there Rihanna used a variety of instruments on her, floggers, whips, canes all to Cheryl Cole's perfect little bottom until it was bright red. Rihanna even slipped her fingers between Cheryl's thighs and they came away visibly glistening.

"See I told you bitch, this is what you are, a piece of shit subby and don't you ever forget it! Now lets get someone else in their proper role shall we? Alexandra, where are you? Get you nigger ass over here bitch!"

The Alexandra Burke that emerged was much different from the one Cheryl had led into the Club earlier. Gone was her submissive demeanour, gone was her collar, to be replaced with nothing but her beautiful black skin and a giant, black strap on dildo. She made an impressive sight and the grin on her face told it's own story - she loved this role. Rihanna nodded her approval at this transformation and pointed at Cheryl.

"Take her. Fuck the bitch like the subby slut she is. Show her that you are in charge now and from now on!"

Alexandra was transformed, she strutted confidently in behind Cheryl, right between her sexy thighs and easily thrust her plastic fake cock into Cheryl Cole's waiting, wet pussy. She shoved herself deep into the singers pussy and started fuck her confidently. Watching on astonished is Leona Lewis, who came here with these two and Alexandra is clearly becoming the Domme here while Cheryl was being transformed into a willing submissive slut before everyone's eyes.




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 10



On another stage Lady Gaga is making quite the exhibition of herself. She had changed out of the KKK outfit that she was wearing earlier and in now bare ass naked save for a large ivory coloured strap on dildo. She is stroking it suggestively while fondling her small tits. Michelle Obama has paid for, and received some of the most twisted acts in the Clubs history that night. She was mock bullied, tarred and feathered and lynched by a group of celebrity blondes and now to finish up she is going to give her anal virginity to this crazy bitch. The president of the USA's wife is lead on to the stage in a hell of a state. Her skin is covered in dark tar and feathers, her hair is a mess and the rope around neck is being used as a leash. Her mask of earlier in the evening is now a thing of the past but hardly any of the denizens of the Club would recognise this bitch, certainly not with her face completely plastered in cum after a glory hole session in a barrel just minutes earlier.

But Gaga knows who it is under all that muck on her hands and knees facing away from her and she can't wait to split the bitch in half, to give her what she so desperately wants. A male slave hands Gaga a paint pot and brush and the blonde singer carefully paints a thick yellow line down what is visible of the First Lady's back, right down to the top of her ass crack. Then Gaga drops to her knees and lines up her monster dildo with Obama's asshole and pushes her way into Michelle's tightest of holes. She grabs the rope around her slaves neck and pulls on it so that Michelle's head had no choice but to strain back towards her tormentor and listen as vile filth is hissed at her.

"Next time you come here cunt, you bring your old man, I want his ass next, understand bitch? Good, but for now you old motherfucker I want you to scream. Scream for me you slut!"

And Michelle screams, oh boy does she scream, but it's mostly through arousal, this is the kinkiest night of her life. Watching from the side is Gaga's erstwhile fellow 'KKK' member for the night, Christina Aguilera and there is more than a hint of jealousy and hatred in her eyes for her fellow blonde. You can be sure there will be more to hear between lady Gaga and Christina in the near future!

But for now it's back to the main stage and Janet Jackson has emerged looking as regal as ever. She stands below Beyonce's cage and looks one at a time at Kelly, Nicole and Solange, dragging out their tension even longer before finally speaking.

"The panel have reached a decision. The Domme that will take ownership over Beyonce Knowles for the next year is......Nicole Sherzinger!"

There was a gasp and a sharp intake of breath at the decision, especially from the three contenders on the stage and Beyonce hanging above. Nicole gave a short cry of triumph and for that moment forgot about Beyonce, after all she had a whole year to deal with her, and turned a vicious smile on her two fellow candidates.

"Hard luck Ladies! Now why don't the pair of you lie down on the ground, head to head while I go and get a little drink to help my, um performance! Oh and you may want to take your tops off because my aim may be a bit excitable! "

Nicole was insufferably smug having won (probably more so than either Solange or Kelly would have been) and she was clearly relishing the chance to humiliate her erstwhile rivals so publicly. As badly as they did not want to do this they had signed up to it and in the Club your word meant everything. While a cocksure Nicole strutted off stage (complete with a cute little wave to Beyonce) her two rivals reluctantly peeled off their tops and positioned themselves on the floor of the stage with the top of their heads touching. 

The Pussycat Doll singer re-appeared some minutes later, making the other two wait. She was still drinking water from a bottle and had discarded her tight leather skirt, so her shaven pussy was clearly displayed. She strutted across the stage and hovered above Solange and Kelly, meeting their eyes and winking down at them before she bent her knees and started to squat.

"Mouths open girls, you ain't ever tasted nectar like mine before!"

Both glared up at their tormentor and Solange it was who made the fatal mistake of mouthing back at her.

"Fuck off bitch, we never agree.....uuuurgh!"

As soon as Solange opened her mouth Nicole let flow with her piss, targeting Beyonce's kid sisters mouth before shaking her ass about to coated the rest of Solange's face and that of Kelly's. She was deliriously happy not only had she won the challenge and gained famous submissive slut Beyonce Knowles as her slave for the next 12 months but she got to humiliate these two in public as well. As she continued to piss on them she looked up at Beyonce and her mind started to drift off think of all the things she would do with her new toilet slave...



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 11



Carmen Electra knelt in the centre of a large, yellow paddling pool. The Playboy model, actress and dancer was completely naked bar a rather strange item she wore around her neck. It was a clear plastic funnel like item, similar to the ones dogs have to wear to prevent them scratching their ears. There was nobody else in the room but Carmen knelt there passively waiting.

Some moments later Nicole Sherzinger entered, trailed by her newest slave, Beyonce Knowles. Beyonce had been won in a high stakes contest at the Club and Nicole was still coming off the high of victory and the humiliation she was then able to apply to her fellow contenders - Kelly Rowland and Solange Knowles. Beyonce was naked except for a heavy silver collar and chain that her new Mistress held and she was crawling behind her obediently. Beyonce felt a strange thrill at having fallen into the hands of a Domme with the reputation of Nicole, she was renowned as one of the dirtiest and sickest in the Club. Maybe that was what Beyonce needed, or maybe it would be too much?

Nicole had changed into a red Domme outfit that pushed her cleavage up to unbelievable levels. She treated Carmen to a sneer as soon as she laid eyes on her. The two of them had been rivals for a few years until Nicole had finally got the goods on Carmen, taken her and broken her. That wasn't strictly accurate though, it had been Nicole's whole group, The Pussycat Dolls, that reduced Carmen to this but Nicole chose to ignore that fact given that she had fallen out with her former band mates, and indeed had designs on making them her toilets slaves as well. But for now she had enough mouths to satisfy her with Carmen and Beyonce.

"Mouth open slut! We've been keeping this in for a while."

Nicole barked the instruction harshly and Carmen obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could. Nicole tugged Beyonce up to her feet and pointed to the other side of Carmen.

"You go to her right, I'll stay here on her left. Ready yourself, when I tell you start pissing on her, make sure it's in the plastic funnel, my piss slut will swallow the lot!"

While not quite simultaneous Beyonce and Nicole started pissing on Carmen Electra at about the same time. Both had not taken a piss for some time so both had a lot to get out. They nearly filled the plastic funnel up to Carmen's nose and she had to gulp their piss down nice and sharp. She was by then too well inured to the taste and smell of piss to be bothered by what she was doing. Beyonce stood transfixed after she was done pissing, watching Carmen casually guzzle down two peoples piss was the most surreal moment of her life so far. And then it struck her. That would be her fate too, in short time that would be her, on her knees, naked, shiny with piss and being used as a toilet. Her legs wobbled and she nearly fainted, maybe this was a step too far? Yet when Nicole ordered her back to her knees Beyonce obeyed meekly.

Nicole eventually led Beyonce to her own personal Dungeon. It was full of some of the most bizarre looking contraptions Beyonce had seen and yet again she was s truck by a shiver of fear / excitement in the pit of her stomach. It was almost as if her new Mistress could read her like a book.

"You've heard about me, eh? Heard about me and had that small sample of my depravity at the Club. Well slave you should have that fear in your belly because I break women. I turn them into brainless, obedient sluts that will do ANYTHING I tell them. And that is through fear and respect of me. I will turn you into a pain slut and a piss slut and before long you will desire both far more than you ever have before. I know all about you. Beyonce Knowles, the submissive superstar that's been with every Celebrity Domme there is. Well Beyonce you've never been with me and by the time our time is up I will make you crave my brand of pain and piss. But that's all to come. Crawl over here and place you head in my lap."

Beyonce obediently did so and as she did Nicole casually slipped her hand around her slave's throat and began to gently exert pressure on it. Beyonce remembered the public session at the Club, how Nicole had pulled a plastic bag over her head and suffocated her with it, how extreme Nicole could be. Nicole watched Beyonce's face closely and smiled as she saw her slave slowly fade. She removed her hand and spoke again.

"I can make your submission all the more pleasurable as well, I will test and break your limits, mould you to the slave I want and your basic training starts tomorrow."

*

Beyonce knelt naked in the massive shell shaped bath and braced herself with her arms along the full length of the bath. She kept her lips tightly together as Nicole had instructed her to as Nicole stepped serenely into the bath and stood over her. She was equally naked and Beyonce found her face just inches from Nicole's perfectly shaved pussy. They locked eyes for just a moment before Beyonce submissively dropped her gaze. No words were necessary as Nicole had given her instructions beforehand and had impressed on her new slave the need to be completely obedient and not to be told twice what her role was.

Nicole pushed her pelvis forward slightly and started to piss on Beyonce's face. Beyonce pursed her lips, keeping them as tight as possible this was not the occasion for Beyonce to start tasting her Mistresses nectar, that would come later, for now this was about the smell and feel of urine all over the superstars body.

Nicole Sherzinger had an incredible bladder, not only had she almost complete control over it and when she needed to use it but she also was able to retain a prodigious amount of liquids inside her. Right then they were being sprayed relentlessly all over Beyonce Knowles perfect features. Nicole moved her body slightly and targeted Beyonce's hair until it was sodden, then her eyes, then her nose and lips and then her perfect breasts. The plug was in the bath so as the piss washed over Beyonce's body giving it the perfect sheen it puddled between her legs.

The piss flowed freely over Beyonce's superstar features, dripping from the tip of her nose and her chin. It took all the immense self control she had built up as a sub over these past few years not to react at all, she just sat there and allowed it was literally wash over her. Finally, Nicole squeezed out the last few drops and stepped out of the bath. She washed her hands and towelled them before addressing her slave.

"You will stay in that bath like that until I need to go again. Take the opportunity to fully appreciate the aroma and scent of my piss. It is something you will quickly grow to relish and look forward to!"

And that was where Beyonce spent the next five hours, almost unmoving as Nicole's urine dried on her. Something changed in her mindset during that time, some imperceptible alteration to her senses. The smell of piss which had nearly brought her to be sick initially seemed to permeate her brain and get lodged there to the point Beyonce thought she would never be able not to smell it.

When Nicole entered the room she was naked and she smiled that Beyonce had not moved since the morning. Once more she stepped into the bath and stood over her slave.

"Do you want to taste it this time, have a little drink?"

Beyonce could hardly credit that she shyly nodded her ascent, yes she did want to taste it, just a sip though.

Nicole laughed and took the chance to spit down onto her slave's face dismissively.

"It doesn't matter what you want you dumb cunt! You do not get to decide anything! You will drink my piss but only when I say so! Lean your head back and keep your lips tightly shut!"

Beyonce recoiled slightly as she did as she was told and just lay there as Nicole once again pissed all over her beautiful face.

Beyonce had to physically keep her lips shut as the piss flowed over them. The temptation to just ease them open slightly was so high but she did well, she obeyed her Mistress and just let her piss flow freely over her face and down her chin and body and into the bottom of the bath. When Nicole was finished she stepped away and out of the bath.

"You may lick your lips slave then tell me how it tastes."

Eagerly Beyonce smacked her lips and extended her tongue to lick around them. The taste was strong and horrible, yet combined with the humiliating aspect of what it was Beyonce could not help but be captivated by it.

"Thank you Mistress, it's beautiful, you taste divine."

"I do, don't I? Here, take this, you can have one minute to drink as much of what is pooled in the bath with it."

Nicole had handed her a drinking straw and stood over Beyonce as the minute began.

Beyonce moved awkwardly in the bathtub. Her limbs were stiff after a day of almost total inaction. She splashed in the piss that was pooled in the bath but did not care as she knew she was against a time limit. That Nicole was deadly serious about the time was evident as she was standing outside the bath looking on while holding and monitoring a stopwatch. Beyonce fumbled the straw in her fingers and it fell in the piss, she didn't care just picking it up and placing one end in the yellow, acrid fluid. She bent forward, her once again long hair falling forward into the piss.

"Damn" she cursed as she swept the piss sodden mane back up and over her back before bending once more and wrapping her lucious lips around the other end of the straw and starting to suck the urine up but just as she got the first mouthful of piss into her mouth Nicole shouted at her to stop.

"That's it, times up!"

"But...."

The word died on Beyonce's lips as she saw the harsh look Nicole gave her.

"Do you have a problem with that slave? Because you seem to think you can speak without me giving you permission. Well do you have a problem?"

Beyonce dropped the straw in the piss and dropped her eyes.

"No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress."

"You fucking will be slut. You know I have been going easy on you up to now but you are not just my piss slave but my pain slut too. Get out of that fucking bath and bend over the toilet with your fat ass sticking up as far as you can get it!"

Nicole was livid and could barely contain her anger.

"Now you've been a Sub long enough to know what such insubordination deserves bitch, so tell me how I should punish you!"

"You should beat me Mistress. You should flog or whip me for daring to speak back to you."

"I should and I will. Maintain that exact position until I come back slave!"

"In fact no, I don't need to leave, I've got just the thing here."

Beyonce turned her head to the side and watched on in surprise and Nicole reached down beside her and slowly drew the metal handled toilet brush from it's sheath. It had bright white plastic bristles and Nicole placed the bristled head on Beyonce's back and slowly rolled it down to her ass. The bristles were hard but had some give in them, Beyonce closed her eyes she knew this would be delightfully sore.

"Twenty I think would be appropriate and you will thank me after each stroke slave."

Without further ado and with no warning Nicole drew the brush up and lashed it down across Beyonce's left ass cheek. It left a pleasing pattern of dots where plastic had met skin and Beyonce had to use all her experience to not call out. Instead she bit her lip and cautiously announced.

"One."

Nicole smirked viciously and brought the brushhead down once more in exactly the same spot...

*

The next day Beyonce's ass still smarted. Her Mistress was a real talent with a weapon in her hand and the rhythm she had beat on her slaves soft ass was the perfect mixture of pleasure from pain She had finished by hissing that her next indiscretion would be dealt with in the same manner but with the plastic bag used in the contest in the Club over her head. Inwardly Beyonce looked forward to that particular thrill.

Nicole came for Beyonce and attached a leash to her collar and walked her, like a dog, through her mansion. The came to the kitchen to find Carmen Electra, replete with a newly shaven head (courtesy of Nicole the night before after she had finished with Beyonce), awaiting them.

"You may begin."

Nicole spoke to Carmen and the Playboy model squatted down above an oversized pets water bowl and pissed into it. The room was silent bar the harsh noise of the stream of yellow celebrity piss hitting metal bowl. Finally Carmen stopped, the large bowl was near full to overflowing. Nicole peered into it and patted the skull of her bald slave.

"Well done, you kept it all in over night, you are a good slut Carmen now go to the door and resume your urinal duties for anyone that enters."

Carmen nodded obediently and crawled away to her piss play pool. Once she was gone Nicole smiled at Beyonce.

"There's good news and bad news slave. The good news is that you are going to get some piss to drink and as you showed yesterday you've got all the makings of a real piss hound. The bad news is you can't taste me yet, you're going to have to start on something not quite so refined like that skanks piss first, OK?"

Beyonce nodded as she knelt there disappointed but knowing that that was coming.

"But let's make things a little more interesting shall we?"

Nicole got to her feet and prodded Beyonce forward until her long hair hung over the pet bowl then she dropped a plump cushion behind Beyonce before grabbing a strap on dildo from the breakfast table and carefully stepping into it and tightening it until it looked like she had a big, hard cock.

"I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are while you drink that slave, and anything you spill you will lick up off the floor, understand?"

Beyonce glanced at the dirty, dusty floor and nodded, this could be bad she thought but just that thought turned her on. Nicole dropped a small amount of lube onto the crack of Beyonce's back and let it drip to her ass before shuffling forward and squeezing her plastic dick between her slaves magnificent ass cheeks and penetrating her tight asshole.

Beyonce arched her back as her back passage was invaded but quickly remembered her task and lowered her face into the dog bowl and began to lap away at Carmen's piss. It was no easy task with Nicole soon banging into her from behind in a rough and ready fashion. Nicole reached forward and grabbed Beyonce's long hair and pulled on it, dragging her face up from the piss before Nicole then shoved it down right into the bowl and splashing a heap of the stuff out of the bowl and onto the floor.

"Aw look at that slave, you've spilled some! Well looks like you'll be licking the floor yet!"

Beyonce said nothing but concentrated on lapping at the bowl. Carmen Electra's piss was not as sweet smelling as Nicole's and Beyonce could only imagine her Mistresses piss had to taste better as Carmen's was sharp and acidic and making her gag as she drank it down. 

When she was done, as good as her word, Nicole ordered Beyonce to lick the spilt piss from the tiled floor.

"Good girl Bee, now we'd better get you ready, we're going to the Club tonight to show off your progress."

*

It was a busy night at The D Club, as usual for a Saturday. Main attraction of the night for most will be the unveiling of Rihanna as Kesha's new sex slave. It was a long story, after all Rihanna was one of the real up and coming sadistic young Dominatrix's but her big mouth had got her into a bad bet and it was a chastened young Caribbean singer that crawled into the club stark naked and on a dog collar being led by a rather too smug Kesha, the blonde was not popular here but there were plenty of people glad to see Rihanna reduced to this role after some of the shit she had got up to over the last year or so.

That wasn't the only new coupling that night either, Eva Longoria also debuted that night with a pregnant Pink as her personal slave and she showed that by taking a seat in the centre of the hall and having Pink clean her entire feet and legs with her tongue. Now Pink was renowned as a hard ass so seeing her submissive like this told everyone what they needed to know about Eva, that she was a real deal Mistress and worthy of some respect.

All that paled though when Nicole Sherzinger entered the club looking absolutely stunning in thigh high boots and a mesh cat suit, her hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. All eyes were on her and she knew it. She waited a moment before clicking her fingers and in crawled Beyonce on hands and knees with a toilet seat around her neck! There was some laughter and murmurs but they all knew what it meant, Beyonce had accepted her position as Nicole Sherzinger's personal piss slut.

Beyonce's entrance caught everyone's attention. Some had doubted that Nicole would be able to do what she had claimed she would do to Beyonce but seeing her crawl into the Club like that, so obviously presenting herself as Nicole's toilet slave seemed to answer all the questions.

Even Christina Aguilera and Lady Gaga, in the midst of a bitter argument that would quickly spill into a Mistress challenge that would see one submit fully to the other at the next Club meeting broke off to stop and stare as Beyonce crawled forward, the toilet seat hanging awkwardly around her neck.

Nicole grinned at the attention and stepped up to her slave taking centre stage. She had told Beyonce in the car over here, as Beyonce had licked her Mistress to a shuddering climax of the back seat of her limo, exactly how to behave and what to say in the Club and that if she performed well enough she would finally taste her Mistresses pee that night.

With a small movement of her hand Nicole commanded Beyonce to be upstanding and the singer stood up to her full height before her. Then with a simple nod she gave the command for Beyonce to piss herself. There was a moment's pause as Beyonce strained and then the Club (almost silent now) gave a collective gasp as Beyonce started to piss herself, her stream splattering on the floor between her feet and all over her thighs. It was quite the piss too, lasting the best part of a minute and pooling at her feet before she dried up and came to a dripping conclusion.

Nicole took a horse crop from inside her long boot and strode behind Beyonce before lashing it against her perfect ass.

"You bad girl! Bad, bad, bad girl!" with each bad being accompanied by a stoke of the crop.

"You should be able to control yourself better than that! Get down there and clean your mess up!"

Beyonce, looking suitably chastened dropped her head and then dropped to her knees, her long, loose hair falling into her puddle of piss.

So Beyonce knelt there, in public and eagerly drank her own fresh piss off the Club's floor. There was blast of humiliation through her, if the patrons thought they had seen Beyonce degraded and debased previously this was surely her nadir. She clearly wanted to do this, was aroused by it and at Nicole's instruction she began to use her hand to play with herself while she slurped at the puddle of her piss.

As joyous a scene as this undoubtedly was, some of the patrons of the Club were tiring of it and their attention was going back to their own devices and desires. Nicole sensed it and with one last harsh slash of the riding crop to her slaves ass she ordered her to look up. Beyonce raised her face from the piss, it was dripping with her own urine and it was hard to imagine a more humiliating look. Nicole handed Beyonce a microphone.

"You know what to do slave. You know what you want, don't you?"

Beyonce nodded and spoke haltingly into the microphone.

"Mistress Nicole please can I drink your piss? Please? Please use my mouth as your toilet bowl. I crave your beautiful piss. Please, I'm begging you piss on me!"

There was real feeling in her voice, she meant every begging, pleading word and everyone realised it. Nicole smirked out at the crowd who were viewing developments keenly.




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 11



"Well I suppose you have been a good enough slave for me. Very well but you will have to lick my boots clean before I will allow your request."

With that Nicole shuffled forward so that the soles of her boots were smack in the middle of the puddle of Beyonce's piss. Without question Beyonce dipped her head again and began to lick her Mistress's boots. Nicole let her then raised her feet one at a time so that the soles got the same treatment. When Nicole was satisfied she pointed to the ground and Beyonce lowered herself onto her back and held the toilet seat up so that it was directly over her face. Nicole then peeled off her PVC shorts and revealed her shaven pussy which she squatted down over the wooden seat with. There was a long pause, everybody in the Club held their breath and then with a grunt Nicole started to unload her bladder all over Beyonce's smiling face. Nicole had kept it all in all day so had a full bladder to empty and the yellow stream cascaded down for what seemed like an eternity. Beyonce tried her best to gulp as much down as she could, gulping fast, big mouthfuls of urine as she tried to keep up but it was to no avail. Before long her face was flooded with piss as it splattered off her and her full mouth and ran in all directions over Beyonce's face.

Finally Nicole dried up and once Beyonce was done gulping the mouthful she held her Mistress placed her feet either side of her head and sat herself down on Beyonce's face and took up the microphone.

"So as you all can see I got myself a new piss slut. Be here in four weeks time and I'll show you what else I can train this dumb cunt to do for me..."



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 12



Nicole Sherzinger stood in her dressing room, naked and admiring her own reflection. The room was a relatively small, octagonal room leading off her main bedroom and every surface in the room ( walls, floor and ceiling) was totally mirrored. She leaned forward, admiring the way her breasts stayed perfectly pert and started to clip an ear ring in place and spoke in dismissive terms.

"Dig deeper bitch! Can you do nothing right?"

Behind her and with her face buried between Nicole's firm ass cheeks whilst her tongue expertly (or so she believed!) rimmed her Mistress's asshole was Beyonce Knowles. Superstar slave and submissive currently obediently serving the former Pussycat Dolls lead singer. Beyonce was naked too and on her knees, her arms expertly wrapped behind her back in a swath of pristine white bandages, meaning she had to burrow her face right into Nicole's ass to get to where she had been ordered to.

"That's it you useless cunt, get right up there so you can taste my tea! And you can treat that as just the appetiser for tonight!"

Tonight, of course, would be the much talked about (amongst the Celebrity Domme and Sub world) debut of Beyonce Knowles eating shit. Last time out at the D Club Beyonce had proven her total subservience to Nicole by willingly drinking her piss, tonight would be the final taboo. 

Beyonce gave a moan of pleasure and thrust her face and tongue as deep as she could physically achieve and strove to tongue fuck her Mistress's asshole to her exacting standards all the while her mind was distracted by what was going to happen that night. Although she could not touch herself she was wet at the prospect of finally being allowed to eat her Mistress's shit in front of a crowd of her peers and betters.

*

But it was to prove to be a busy night at the famous D Club and not just because it had been advertised as the night you could watch Beyonce Knowles munch on faeces. There were so many other attractions and events and happenings, in fact some were to prove to have huge ramifications for the patrons of the Club for years to come....

*

Kesha emerged on the main stage to the excrutiable sounds of her own hit "Tik Tok". She was clearly already pretty drunk and held one bottle of Jack Daniels in her left hand while in the right she held the end of a dog leash. The other end of the leash was attached to a dog collar which tightly encircled the sexy neck of Rihanna. The same Rihanna that until just over a week or so previously had been one of the pre-eminent young Dominatrix's in the Club. She had even had her own turn as Mistress to Beyonce and had proved a particularly cruel and sadistic one at that. And yet there she knelt, submissively on her hands an knees, for all the world like a pet dog at the feet of a young woman who, until a week ago , she had shared a particularly bad natured feud with in the confines of The Club.

Kesha had a smart mouth and a big mouth - a particularly dangerous combination, particularly when added to alcohol and craziness. She had said all the wrong things, deliberately and crassly and upset all the people she had intended to. The D Club had primarily been, since it's inception, populated by women of colour, either as Dommes or Subs. But as it's reputation had grown more an more it had become multi cultural and mixed to the point where, now the split between black and white was roughly 50/50. But these are very strong minded women we are speaking about here (the Dommes anyway) and as had always been the case there were clashes of personality. Kesha came in and was openly and crudely racist. She was a vicious young domme and got right up the nose of several of the others, particularly black Dommes. They had manoeuvred one of their toughest members, Rihanna, into a feud and from thence into a Mistress Challenge which they felt sure she would win and thus Kesha would be suitably punished and humiliated, But to everybody's shock and surprised the young blonde had been victorious and at the last Club night revealed her newest slave to the world.

No one could quite believe it Rihanna was rated as one of the toughest young Dommes going and surely could have seen off whatever a novice like Kesha had. But the scene did not lie. Kesha stood there sneering and drinking in cut off denims and a half T-shit emblazoned with the words "Fuck All Ni**a's" - and everyone knew what the two missing letters were - while Rihanna knelt before her submissively. Following behind Kesha and clad in form fitting latex were Katy Perry and Sarah Ferguson (Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas). Katy's presence a shock to many as she was best friends with Rihanna and had helped her dominate men and women in the Club before. Perhaps her apparent allegiance with Kesha gave some clue as to how Rihanna had been defeated? 

"Fuck Yeah!"

Shouted Kesha and she lifted the bottle of whisky to her lips and drank and splashed copious amounts over her torso too, turning her thin T-shirt almost see through. The alcohol spread down the trashy blonde's body, over her abdomen, soaking her jean shorts and running down onto her tacky cowboy boots.

"Ooops I've spilled some! Slave get licking and make sure it doesn't go to waste!"

Many of the Club's patron's looked on in horror as Rihanna obediently shuffled forwards on hands and knees and without question obeyed the command and started by licking enthusiastically at her former rival's boots. Kesha listened with undisguised glee to the gasps in the crowd and held the bottle to her lips again and took a large swig before declaring.

"Hell fucking yeah! Me and my sisters are taking over this place! We are the White Power Sisters and we are in control and anyone that wants to fuck with us will end up like little Ri Ri here, my little black bitch! But hell we know some of you black bitch's want that anyway so why don't we get some volunteers up here on stage. Come on which one of you bitches want to serve Mistress Katy and Mistress Fergie? Get your black asses up here now!"

Despite it's inflammatory nature Kesha's speech had the desired effect on some of the celebrity subs and before a minute had elapsed Christina Milian had crawled onstage and given herself over to Katy Perry while Fergie had taken possession of Alexis Jordan. 

Everyone knew battle lines had been drawn that night and the Club would never be quite the same again....

*

Watching the antics of these "White Power Sisters" was one Jennifer Lopez. J-Lo had, at one time, been one of the most powerful Dommes in the Club, respected and feared but Domme and Sub alike. But then her own infatuation with Beyonce had led to her downfall and eventual submission at the hands of the self same Rihanna that was currently demeaning herself on stage. Since then Jennifer had passed into the hands of Madonna and been her anal slut but when Madonna had tired of the scene and moved on to more extreme events Jennifer had been left like a loose end in the Club. She had even submitted to domination from that pathetic little creature, Eva Longoria. But as she had been feebly whipped with a horse crop from the Desperate housewives star Jennifer Lopez had found some of her old vim and vigour and determined she would not continue like this. And now seeing those cocky young bitches set about the ruling black order in the Club certainly boosted her resolve to make a full comeback as a Domme.

Jennifer spied a nervous young thing on the sidelines and straightened her back and marched over to her. She recognised her as teenage singer Selena Gomez and in her harshest voice she demanded.

"What are you looking for you little bitch?"

Selena stammered back weakly.

"Sorry! I was just looking. I wondered..."

She got no further as Jennifer roughly grabbed Selena by her dark hair, took a good hold and pulled her so that she was right up in her face.

"You were looking for a Mistress, weren't you? You're a little fucking novice and you want someone to take you in hand, control you and show you the way, don't you?"

Selena gulped and nodded timidly.

"Then from now on you will be my bitch, and you can serve me, understand?"

Selena meekly agreed and instinctively dropped to her knees. The bizarre thing was Jennifer was stark naked, her body sleek and shiny with the baby oil that covered it. She had come still in her capacity as a slave but only looking for who would dominate her that night but Kesha's wild, crude display had drawn all the normal Domme's attention and something had changed in J-Lo and she had found some of her old confidence, no longer would she kneel before any of these cunts! In contrast Selena was dressed in a tiny black dress but even though she was clothed and Jennifer nude there was no doubt about who held the power. And to emphasise this Jennifer opened her legs and pushed Selena's surprised head between them and pressed it against her newly shorn pussy lips and demanded her new slave to lick her out. The moment Selena's teenage tongue extended and began to submissively lap at her clit Jennifer felt the old power and confidence of dominating someone flow through her body and she felt like punching the air and crying out.

She was back!

*

In a side room off the side of the Club's main arena, after a contest that had lasted nearly a full hour and in front of exactly one witness (Shakira acting as sole witness and adjudicator) a winner had been declared in the Mistress challenge between Christina Aguilera and Lady Gaga. A red light began to flash above the locked door and the patrons of the Club started to gather to see who had won this battle between to Dommes. Inside the room one of the two proud blondes knelt, her head forward submissively as the other snapped a silver collar around their neck, the true sign of ownership. 

The wager had been that the loser would agree to become the slave of the winner for a full calendar year and had been made in accordance with the Club rules, there was no going back once such a contract had been agreed. Both blondes had been so certain of victory that defeat and it's consequences were not even considered beforehand.

The door drew open and Shakira emerged, smiling and drinking a cocktail, her slave Penelope Cruz rushed to her side to ask her Mistress if she required anything. Next to emerge from the room was Christina Aguilera - on her hands and knees, her head bowed and collared! Behind her strutted her new Mistress Lady Gaga, in impossible heels, leather trousers and a massive strap on dick jutting out. She was topless and smug and she gave a mock curtsey as the gathered audience clapped her apparent victory. Then Gaga walked through the crowd and took up a seat on a large, leather throne she had taken as her own. Submissively Christina crawled behind her and knelt beside the throne.

Christina risked a glance at the crowd and felt their harsh stares on her. It felt so different,. Just a bare hour ago she had held importance here, was respected and feared and now she was a sub, and worse a sub to a Domme that she had feuded with, it was so humiliating.

Ever the showman Gaga had a microphone in hand and was playing to the crowd.

"Well I guess I've got a new slave, don't I? Tell us all Christina, who your new Mistress is."

"The great Lady Gaga is my Mistress and I am her willing, obedient slave. I live to serve her with my mind, body and soul."

Christina's voice was that of a thoroughly defeated woman as she spoke the words and no one (least of all the two principals) had any doubt as to their veracity. Gaga gave a hearty laugh and leaned back in the large throne and pointed her black strap on dick towards the ceiling.

"Then serve me wench by your scawny little butt up here, parting them narrow cheeks and impaling your dirty asshole on my dick!"

Christina's famous eyes went wide and her eyelashes fluttered as she begged pathetically.

"Can I get it wet first Mistress?"

She sounded so feeble and pathetic and everyone knew then that the singer had been broken. Lady Gaga gave a laugh and assented and leaned back as Christina shuffled around on her knees until she was between Gaga's thighs and then dipped her head to start to suck on the plastic cock that sprang up at her. Lady Gaga really made the most of it, holding Christina's hair and fucking her fake cock into her mouth, pumping it theatrically all to the amusement of the watching masses. But the crazy bitch quickly tired of that and snapped in an instant.

"Right that's enough head bitch, get that narrow ass up here and get it on this bad boy!"

Awkwardly Christina did just that, getting to her feet, turning her slim body around so that her sexy booty was facing her new Mistress and somehow manoeuvring backwards with her hands prising her ass cheeks apart as she moved both back and down until she felt the tip of the dildo on her puckered anus. With a sigh Christina lowered herself further and felt her ass fill up with thick plastic and her ears fill with laughter and derision until she had about six inches deep within her.

"Now bounce for me bitch! Bounce!"

Christina did as she was told and started to slowly move up and down on the dick while Lady Gaga shouted and hollered and slapped her ass as it pumped up and down while Christina ass-fucked herself. Viewers could not quite believe it. This was the self same Christina Aguilera that earlier that year in the Club had comprehensively dominated the likes of Cher and Paula Abdul at the same time in an incredible display that saw both older women dressed as pony girls and obeying to the letter whatever their young Mistress demanded. And now there she was sat atop Lady Gaga's fake dick and bouncing up and down like a dead eyed mannequin and facing twelve months of sexual subjugation at the hands of that bizarre Mistress. 

They didn't know the half of it, the things Gaga had planned for her new slave would have shocked them (and readers, you can read all about them in upcoming chapters of Beyonce In Bondage!).

*

So it was a stormy night in the Club, but everything went silent as Nicole Sherzinger entered with a naked Beyonce at her feet. Nicole was dressed in a skin tight red catsuit that showed off her amazing figure, with her long hair drawn back harshly into a pony tail. Beyonce was naked and nervous. They moved through the crowd as Nicole's song "Don't Hold Your Breath" played, perhaps in tribute to the night Nicole won Beyonce in a contest where she had placed a plastic bag over her head and played asphyxiation games with her slave to be. But tonight was about nothing but shit and everyone in the Club knew it, even Kesha and her racist crew broke off tormenting their subs to watch this.

Nicole moved like a big cat towards the porcelain throne she had had especially commissioned and built for this night. It was just like a toilet but a bit bigger and better lit with lights and camera's fixed to the underside of the seat. Beyonce at a move of Nicole's finger dropped to her knees submissively and then moved onto her back and slowly inched her way towards the bottom of the toilet where there was a hole that her head fitted perfectly into. The large screen behind them burst into light and the Club was treated to a live, extreme close up of Beyonce features where she lay directly beneath her Mistress.

The crowd applauded and Nicole picked up a microphone and spoke loud and clear.

"Beyonce? You may remove yourself if you so wish. If you do not and are happy to continue then I would ask you to open your mouth and keep it open."

Amazingly, Beyonce Knowles obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could manage it. The crowd applauded again and Nicole spoke one last time before dropping the mic.

"Man that curry I had to tea was just too much for poor little me..."

But just as Nicole began to strain to squeeze out some shit for her slave to eat two figures burst onto the stage and broke things up. Nicole recognised both Nicki Minaj and Li'l Kim.

Nicki and Kim had rather famously got together a lesbian Dominatrix's earlier that year taking on a raft of celebrity slaves. Some had stayed the course and become completely obedient to their short, big breasted black Mistresses while some had not been able to cope with their fierce brand of domination. They were dressed identically in fluorescent yellow and black outfits that barely covered their ample tits and pussies. Nicole was intrigued and sat up off the bowl and met them as they strutted towards her.

"Ladies, as you can see I'm rather busy here. What is it you want?"

It was Nicki that spoke while Kim posed behind her looking tough.

"Given what that little bitch Kesha said and did earlier we don't think it's the right time to shit on Beyonce.

"No? Well maybe that's right but this is none of your business ladies. And I feel the need to relieve myself over someone so are either of you volunteering?"

"No we are not, but we are willing to offer you and alternative. In fact we want to do a swap. You give us Beyonce as our sex slave and you can have these five white cunts!"

At that five naked girls appeared, all naked bar from metal collars and chains like they were some kind of slut chain gang, in order they were : Sarah Michelle Gellar, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Eliza Dushku, Avril Lavigne and Lindsay Lohan. All five were slaves of Kim and Nicki and they were offering them to Nicole in a 5 for 1 swap. 

Nicole took her time as the five stood in line and were inspected. Nicole opened Sarah's mouth and felt her teeth. She weighed Jennifer's large breasts in her hands. She pulled Eliza's ass cheeks apart and peered between. She tugged and Avril's hair and pulled Lindsay's eye lids wide to stare at her eyes. All the while judging them like a farmer at a cattle market.

"OK, You're on. You can have Beyonce and I'll take these five. Multiple toilet training sounds like fun. But only if one of these cunts takes Beyonce's place right here and now. Be a good way to end the night no, a white celeb taking my shit?"

Nicki and Kim seemed to think so and told the five to decide themselves who would replace Beyonce and to the whole club's surprise it was Avril Lavigne that stepped up. She was released from her chains and when a confused Beyonce was removed she willingly too her place with her face at the bottom of the bowl. Nicole handed Beyonce's leash over to her two new black Mistresses and they left as Nicole took her place on the toilet seat and began to strain. Her four new white slaves watched on was Avril became Nicole's shit slave.

Also watching Kesha and her crew and watching this new depravity just made them all the more determined to overthrow the ruling black Dommes, this was one civil war that would run for a long time and take a lot of causalities.

As for Beyonce? Dazed and confused at the turn of events that had seen her avoid a shit sandwich but was she disappointed as well? Still in the hands of twin vicious Mistresses would prove to be quite the experience too...



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 13



Authors Note:

Apologies as this is very much just a bridging chapter which will lead to the very last episode of Beyonce In Bondage. As such it's more a small collection of scenes showing where some of the characters are coming into the final denouement.

*

Beyonce was where she had spent the majority of the past week – on her hands and knees in a dimly lit dungeon awaiting her two Mistresses. Serving two mistresses was difficult, inevitably you could not wholly satisfy both at the same time so you were always running the risk of upsetting one or the other – or both!.

Beyonce's body ached, both her new Mistresses were harsh women that did not give a fuck as to their slaves wellbeing. But it was a good ache, the ache of complete submission that Beyonce so enjoyed. She did yearn to lie down but the chain that hung from the ceiling and was attached to her collar was at such a height that she could not place her head on the stone floor without choking herself. Other than that she was not restrained in any other way, she didn't need to be, the chain was more than enough. 

The door opened and in walked Nicki Minaj. She wore knee high boots and arm length leather gloves and the only other thing she wore was a large, curving, black, strap on cock. She looked fucking amazing, Beyonce's wide eyes looked up at her and she once more thought how lucky she was to be serving such a woman.

"My turn on your ass bitch. Mistress Kim will be along in a few minutes so let's get warmed up nice and quick, OK?"

"Yes Mistress Nicki."

Obediently Beyonce lifted one hand up and balanced herself on the other then reached back to part one side of her perfect, brown ass cheeks.

"And the other bitch!"

Demanded Nicki and smirked as Beyonce placed all her weight onto her knees and pulled her other hand back to prize open the other ass cheek. She wobbled a little and a slight shiver of fear passed through her that Mistress Nicki might push her forward, unbalance her and make her choose between choking herself of obeying her Mistress. It would not be the first time. But no push was forthcoming, rather Beyonce was impaled slowly on her plastic dick and slowly had her asshole filled up until the plastic balls on the strap on were pressed right into the soft ass cheeks of the superstar.

Nicki reached forward and got a good hanful of Beyonce's long hair and tugged hard on it, almost pulling herself deeper into Beyonce's stretched asshole. Then a voice called out from the door.

"Hey bitches! Nicki, got room for another in there?"

Standing in the doorway was the short but busty frame of Lil Kim. She was naked apart from her unnecessary sunglasses and a large, black strap on cock between her legs. She also appeared to be drunk.

"Hell yeah bitch! Beyonce's hole can handle some more plastic cock, can't it slave?"

Beyonce was not at all sure that it could but her answer did not relay that fact.

"Yes Mistresses my holes are yours to use as you see fit."

"Damn right they are slut. Now let me get down there under you and we'll go for that double anal effort tonight, eh?"

It was a tight squeeze, especially with the chain around Beyonce's neck holding her in place. Kim got down under Beyonce and somehow managed to position her dildo between her legs and allowed Nicki to slowly ease it into Beyonce's stretched asshole.

Beyonce stifled a whimper, her asshole was being stretched to its limits but at the same time she was so aroused at being taken like this, with so much stuffing her. Thankfully both dildos had plenty of lube coating them and her two Mistresses soon established a punishing rhythm as first one thrust and pulled out then the other did the same. As they did so they kept up a constant stream of abuse to the beautiful Beyonce. Both women knew they were not in her league looks wise but that just made it all the sweeter to treat her like a piece of shit whore like this.

Beyonce endured the double ass fucking from her dual Mistresses for the best part of an hour and when they were done she was released from the collar so she could kneel up and carefully lick and suck both their shit stained dicks clean.

When she was done Nicki excused herself from Kim and headed to her personal room and went online. There waiting for her was the email she had been expecting.

"Everything is set for this weekend. Make sure Kim is incapacitated and not there. Make sure Beyonce is prepared as I instructed and make sure you are as I instructed too, your hair must be as I described.

Mistress M."

Nicki gave an involuntary shiver and reply submissively, knowing that this weekend at the Club would mark a huge change and she would be playing her part too.

*

"More drinks here slut!"

Shouted Katy Perry from her position at the corner of the voluminous corner sofa she was lounging on. The demand reduced her and her friend Pink to fits of giggles as Christina Milian struggled to her feet from her position on hands and knees where she had been acting as a footstool to the two white singers. The sexy young coloured singer had been one of the few that had willingly submitted to Kesha and Katy's White Power Sisters that were intent on introducing white supremacy to the D Club. While most of the subs at the Club had abhorred the extreme faction's idea's a few had had embraced them and welcomed the complete humiliation of submitting to these cruel, racist Dommes.

As Christina stood Pink leaned forward and grabbed hold of the chain that hung between the dark girls pierced nipples and tugged it so that they were face to face.

"And be fucking quick about it you stupid nigger!"

She snarled in the timid Christina's face before hocking up a clot of thick phlegm and spitting it directly between her eyes. As Christina turned and made off towards the fridge in the kitchen of the huge mansion Pink stretched out her hand and lashed it hard across her firm black ass cheek. Reducing both her and Katy to drunken laughs again, both women were particularly pissed that afternoon.

Christina hurried back with two bottles of beer and passed them to her white Mistresses eager to please them. By then Pink had a cigarette lit and glowered at her as she barked.

"Ashtray!"

Obediently Christina Milian dropped to her knees before Pink and opened her mouth and extended her tongue white the bottled blonde singer casually flicked her ash into her slave's mouth.

"Stool! Hurry up you dumb monkey!"

This from Katy Perry and Christina swiftly moved back into her uncomfortable position on all fours as Katy draped her feet on her back and sat back to swig at her beer. The front door slammed and in staggered Kesha with Rihanna crawling along behind her, naked and with collar tight around her neck attached to a chain.

"Fucking bitch took fright and was ages to piss on the fire hydrant."

Explained the young blonde leader of this racist movement as she swatted her 'pet' and then collapsed onto the sofa beside her comrades. She swiped the beer bottle from Katy's hand and took a long drink on it before speaking again.

"Shoes, then foot rub, and be quick about it you stupid wog!"

Just days prior the proud Barbadian Rihanna would have probably launched forward and fought Kesha for speaking to her like that but not so now. In just a few days she had been broken and controlled to the extant that she was almost as pliable as a natural subbie like Christina. Katy sneered, she did not feel an ounce of pity that her betrayal had reduced her former friend to this position. Without a word Rihanna began to lick at Kesha's gold strappy shoes. There was little material to them other than the sole so before too long she was licking the sole and sucking on the high heels. As they had just been out on the grasslands behind the mansion where owners took their dogs to do their business it was a fairly disgusting job for Rihanna. Once Kesha was happy with that job she kicked off her shoes and presented her bare feet to her slave and leaned back to enjoy her feet being sucked.

A mere week ago it would have been inconceivable to Rihanna to be here like this, kneeling naked before these cruel racists and obeying their every demand. But there she was, her mouth hard at work sucking and lapping at Kesha's feet. She sucked each of the blonde's toes, licking carefully between each taking up any debris that was there. She licked from her heels up to her toes and everywhere in between. As she was doing that Katy and Pink started to snog messily on the sofa. Both their feet were still on Christina Milian's back as their mouths met and their tongues started to swap spit. Kesha glanced at them enviously and for a moment wondered if she should have Rihanna eat her out but then dismissed it out of hand, no way was a lowly slave nigger like Rihanna getting that treat from her. Instead she slipped her fingers under the belt of her short skirt and began to play with herself, all sorts of dark images playing in her mind as she did so.

She started to think forward to the next session at the D Club and what they had planned for their slave to do. The White Power sisters were going to put on a show the likes of which would be forever remembered. Their superstar slut slave Rihanna would show all those stuck up niggers their place in the grand scheme of things, would show them exactly what their worth was. Oh yes! She shuddered at the combination of her own touch, Rihanna's tongue on her feet and her own demented, sadistic plans in her mind.

"Ri Ri, you are going to plumb the depths for us. You are going to show all those other bitches exactly how submissive your kind can be!"

Kesha was a highly sexed slut and this exotic combination of thoughts, words and feelings quickly tipped her over the edge and she came in a squirting, gushing climax that fired shots of her hot juices up and over the sofa and further splattering onto Rihanna's face and hair. Much to the amusement of Katy and Pink, who were both topless now and taking turnS sucking the hell out of their big, firm tits.

Kesha took a moment to compose herself before snarling at Rihanna.

"You can stop that now cunt! We're going to practise what you'll be doing at the Club later so go and get yourself all lubed up."

Rihanna nodded and answered.

"Yes my White Mistress Kesha."

But when she got to her feet the doorbell rung and she was re-directed (on her hands and knees crawling like the bitch she now was) and answered it. Opening it she saw the other member oF the White Power Sisters, Fergie from the Black eyed peas, standing there in a black cat suit and holding the leashes of two big, heavy Rottweiler dogs. Rihanna stared at them for a moment until Kesha bawled out.

"Well what are you waiting for bitch? I told you to go and get fucking ready! Go!"

As Rihanna disappeared into the house Fergie entered struggling to control the powerful and excitable beasts. It was going to be a long afternoon for Rihanna....

*

"I am going to so enjoy dominating you bitch! Once I have made you submit to me I will revel in breaking your will and your spirit and turning you into what you deserve to be - an obedient little cunt that knows their place! Once I have you alone I will relish humiliating and degrading you and you eventually relish it too. I will mold you to the image that I think best suits you and it will be quite the radical modification. I intend that you should become my personal toilet slut, or should that be Piss Slut? I will stretch every one of your holes with the biggest strap on dildo I can lay my hands on, once I'm done with you, you won't even feel a real cock when it enters you. Yes Lady Gaga once you are my slave I will make you regret ever challenging me!"

Christina Aguilera knelt naked in the dark cellar, held in place by the steel collar around her neck whose chain led to a ring in the stone floor, her arms bound tightly together in a leather sleeve behind her back, her ankles chained together and listened to the threats and promises she had so confidently predicted before her Mistress Challenge with her rival Lady Gaga. Christina had been so confident of success and victory, you could hear it dripping from her every word. And yet here she was, stuck in this gloom listening to her own threats knowing how impotent they had proved to be. In the end it had been her that had gladly, willingly submitted to her opponent and as such doomed herself to serve her completely. And in the D Club stipulations were strictly adhered to.

The bare overhead light sprang into illuminating life and the door swung open and Lady Gaga strutted down the steps of the cellar in yet another ridiculous outfit. This time she was in full fetish Nazi uniform. Shiny black, high heeled boots, rubber shorts, black, army jacket, long, rubber gloves and military cap. She had a horse whip in her hand and was playing the part of mad Nazi to the full.

"Still listening to your rant slave? Perhaps if you listen some more it will actually happen!"

As she laughed at her joke Christina just shook her head, perhaps the worst thing about this day spent at Lady Gaga's home fulfilling some of her slave duties and punishments had been when she was led down to this cellar and been goaded by her own threats being played on a repeated loop. Gaga was mocking her with them and more than that she was clearly intent on turning Christina's threats back on herself.

"I will mold you to the image that I think best suits you and it will be quite the radical modification."

A mere two hours before Christina Aguilera had presented herself to her new Mistress and sat motionless while Lady Gaga had literally sheared her of every single strand of hair on her head and the very few on her body. It had been a strange experience for Christina. Her long, blonde hair had been a prominent feature on her ever since she had broken through as a teenager and to have it forcibly removed had been traumatic enough, let alone by a bitch she had shared a heated feud with. But Christina had also viewed it symbolically as shedding any vestige of dominatrix from her and embracing her new role as submissive. The humiliation as she stared at her bald head that Gaga so happily supplied was both overwhelming and a little arousing. Not that she had an opportunity to do anything about that, she had to just sit there as Lady Gaga critiqued her 'new look' and reminded her of how she was going to be the one that was going to be moulding Gaga to her tastes in her pre-challenge threats.

But Christina's scalping was not the last of her 'modifications' that afternoon. Two new rings were inserted into her already pierced nipples and welded in place. They were bulky, silver rings and easy for Lady Gaga to slip her fingers through and tug whichever way she wanted. The rest of the afternoon had been spent pouring over an extensive range of tattoos with Gaga trying to decide where and with what she would permanently ink her new celebrity slave.

"I intend that you should become my personal toilet slut, or should that be Piss Slut?"

Christina listened to her own words and cringed. She looked up at Nazi Gaga and knew instinctively that she was going to have to swallow this madwoman's piss that day.

"Open your mouth you dirrrty girl!"

Feebly Christina leaned forward and barely opened her mouth. Evidently, it wasn't enough for her new Mistress. The horse crop came down across Christina's bare ass a couple of times and then Gaga produced a plastic collar that slipped neatly around Christina's neck and pointed upwards like a funnel.

"There! That will mean if you miss any it shouldn't dribble away. Now open that fucking filthy mouth of yours bitch and beg me for my piss!"

"Please Mistress Gaga, please let me drink your piss and be your personal toilet."

If Christina's heart was not wholly in her words then that just made it all the more enjoyable to her new celebrity Mistress and Lady Gaga could not supress a smirk as she opened her legs and began squeezing her bladder and aiming her pussy into the funnel.

She could hardly miss and when the yellow liquid burst forth she did not, hitting Christina Aguilera's newly shorn head directly so that the piss flowed freely down her forehead, over her nose, past her lips and began to pool around the bottom of the funnel. Gaga had been holding back from pissing for nearly a day and had plenty to get rid of, within seconds the level was at Christina's lips and she sighed and opened them and began to chug down her new Mistress's piss.

The taste and smell was revolting and Christina wanted to spit it out but she had learned her place. She had lost fair and square to Gaga and as much as she despised the cheap Madonna knock off she was now owned by her and charged with obeying her every order. So Christina drank her Mistress's piss all the way down and yet another barrier to complete submission was knocked over. She knelt there still with the piss collar and could only watch as Lady Gaga picked up a huge strap on and began to fit it in place.

Just as she moved menacingly towards Christina and was about to fulfil the last part of her foes threats a mobile phone rang and Gaga paused to answer it.

"This Saturday, we're doing it. Are you with us or against us?"

There was no hesitation in her voice.

"Oh with you, no doubt."

"Good."

Gaga put the phone down and stroked her cock, wishing for a moment it was a real one so she could arouse herself through stroking it as she thought of Saturday and what was going to happen....



Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 14



An eerie silence has descended upon The D Club. Which is strange as it is as packed as it ever has been. Most of the club denizens are still staring at the stage not quite believing what they have just witnessed. The scene is over now, Fergie leading the two large dogs off stage and out of the Club while Kesha and Katy Perry pull an exhausted Rihanna to her feet. No one can quite believe what Rihanna has just done. That shock is only added to by her dropping submissively to her knees before her two racist, white Mistresses and kissing their boots and audibly thanking them for letting her do it in public.

This is the same Rihanna who was, mere weeks ago, one of the most confident, dominant, young black Mistresses in the D Club and now here, she had been reduced to almost complete capitulation and slavery to her white owners.

And it was not just Rihanna this was happening to. One by one the sexy coloured ladies that had ruled this BDSM enclave for so long were submitting to their white superiors.

"The days of black power in this Club are fucking over!"

Shouted out Katy Perry at the top of her voice, clad in her figure hugging blue, latex outfit. And her battle cry was met with a wave of growing approval. And a glance around the Club showed this to be the case,

Where once it had been white women on their knees trying desperately to please their black mistresses now there was hardly a black Domme left.

The most glaring examples of this were front and centre -- where Kesha, Katy and Fergie had wanted them for maximum impact.

Michelle Obama, that most obvious example of black female power, was currently naked (bar a thick silver collar) and on all fours and eagerly sucking the feet of a very smug looking Sarah Palin as she sat on an ornate throne just down from the main stage. Sarah was clad in a bright red catsuit that squeezed her cleavage tight and with her glasses on and hair pulled back severely she looked every bit the vicious Domme she was. And the way she was swatting a horse crop against her palm suggested that once the First Lady's foot humiliation was over she was in for a more painful experience.

Of course, we knew Michelle was a confirmed submissive from previous trips to the club but usually she had chosen to submit to younger, blonde girls like Lady Gaga and Christina Aguilera. Now here she was service one of her husbands fiercest critics and you can only imagine there was nothing sexual in her submission as Sarah Palin was no oil painting.

At a signal from Katy, Britney Spears and Miley Cyrus walked, hand in hand onto the stage. They were dressed in matching skintight black outfits, both their cleavages overflowing. At a second signal Nicki Minaj walked on stage holding a leash and with Beyonce Knowles crawling along behind her looking a bit confused.

The ultimate submissive, Beyonce just wanted to serve but after a never ending series of black Dommes it looked like now, in common with many, she was entering into the world of slavery to the white women. And Britney and Miley were just complete Southern trailer trash, it would undoubtedly be the nadir of Beyonce's submissive career serving these two skanky bitches. Still that prospect still made Beyonce's pussy wet as did the sight she saw as she knelt on the stage and glanced down into the pit.

There knelt Nicole Sherzinger, again another woman that until so very recently was dominant and in control and had treated both Beyonce and Carmen Electra with the utmost contempt. Nicole had turned Beyonce into her toilet slave, something Beyonce could have never imagined possible yet she had and now Beyonce treasured the sheer humiliation and degradation of being another's toilet. But in a huge irony it looked like the tables had turned inexorably on Nicole.

In the Pit Nicole was the meat in a spit roast sandwich. At either end of her and sporting large strap on dildo's were her former Pussycat Dolls bandmates, Kimberley Wyatt and Ashley Roberts. Of course they had all been pretty bitchy since the band spilt up and Nicole had enjoyed the most successful single career but here and now it didn't seem that way. Nicole's whole body jiggled urgently as she was ploughed back and forth between the two grinning blondes, Ashley took especial delight in shoving her fake cock into Nicole's mouth and making sure she wasn't singing her brand of tuneless pop. .At the other end Kimberley was pounding in and out of Nicole's once tight arsehole. And in between that once dominant Mistress Nicole was quickly learning the ropes of submission.

Elsewhere, as Beyoncé followed her two new Mistresses from the Club there were more sights and scenes to take in. Halle Berry strapped to a St. Andrews cross as a leather clad Anne Hathaway took a bullwhip to her, and from the squeals of delight it looked like Halle was loving the treatment. Noted 'tough' girl Ciara was sitting ina large barber's chair and being shaved completely and humiliatingly bald by Taylor Swift -- Taylor fucking Swift! The biggest crema puff in music was shearing one of the toughest and the black girl was just sitting there allowing it to happen.

As has been said the world had turned on it's head and as Beyoncé left eh D Club for the last time she sensed her world was for changing too...

* On the train heading South there are three carriages right at the end that are blocked off from anyone entering them. A lot of money has been spent ensuring this degree of privacy. With good reason.

In the centre carriage Beyoncé stands in a spread out X shape, her wrists hung in rusty manacles that hang from the top of the carriage's walls, while her ankles and in similar clamps from the bottom of the walls. She has a large metallic collar around her neck. On her perfect tits are a couple of crocodile clips with weights hanging from them. She has stood like this for the last three hours of the journey, in complete darkness and only now does someone enter the carriage. It is Britney Spears.

A bare bulb burst into life right above Beyoncé's head. Even that quickly she can feel the heat emanating from it. The bare wooden carriage is brought to life and Britney steps forward. She is clad in a bright pink, PVC catsuit, from head to toe, bar a large black cock that juts out from her crotch. She is carrying a electrified cattle prod in her hand and give a girlish giggle as she stands face to face with Beyonce. She holds her jaw, measuring her, judging her. Gives Beyonce's right tit a good squeeze then speaks to her.

"To think, all the women you've whored yourself out to as a submissive. Most of them fucking niggers mind you, and you've never been my toy. It's a fucking shame so it is. I would have loved having a piece of ass like you living with me at the trailer park. We could've had some wild parties, the boys would've loved having some of your black ass."

Britney moved her head even close and licked her tongue across the length of Beyonce's lips.

"You know they say you're the ultimate submissive nigger, that true?"

With having not drunk for several hours Beyonce's voice cracked a little as she whispered a response.

"Yes Mistress."

"Yes, that's right for this journey I am your Mistress and I'm keen to get my turn on your black arse bitch. Seems like half of the industry have had their turn on you. Rihanna, J-Lo, Mariah, Sherzinger, Shakira, God is there no-one you haven't been whored out to?"

Britney held up the cattle rod right in front of Beyonce's eyes.

"You want this bitch?"

A hesitation then a guilty nod of agreement.

"Tell me where then bitch. You tell me."

"My ass Mistress, on my black whore's ass."

Another girlish giggle as Britney disappears behind her then the longest pause before the prod gets pressed into Beyonce's ass and she once again feels the sweet pleasure of pain. It's an addiction by now, an aphrodisiac even. She can feel her already moist pussy get even wetter as she feels the electricity surge through her skin and heat her muscles and nerve endings.

"You like that ho?"

A timid nod , but a nod nonetheless follows before the prod is pressed into her perfect skin again, this time for longer. Britney nuzzles at Beyonce's neck from behind and slowly begins to suck the lobe of Beyonce's right ear, then gently bites it, then harder, then even harder until Beyonce give a yelp and Britney disengages her sharp teeth from the ear. Then the prod to Beyonce's other ass cheek and the black woman gives an involuntary shiver.

"You like the pain? Wait until you meet your new owner, they like dishing out pain and humiliation like you can't even imagine. And from what I hear you have quite the imagination. Still without wanting to frighten you I doubt you've met anyone like your new owner. He's quite the Hater."

Beyoncé gives a little jump as the sex of her new owner has been disclosed. She is so used to being the play thing of rich and famous women, of being their pain slut, but a man? No, she had not expected that.

"Didn't know that did you bitch? I hear he has a huge dick and likes using it on his subbies. Every orifice on their body is fair game. I heard he once fucked some unlucky slut's nose, had her septum taken out and got off on ejaculating up there. Think you could handle that? Course given he's a male I reckon that fine ass of yours will be first up. Think I'll slacken it some for him, what do you think?"

Beyoncé made no move to answer as she felt the tip of Britney's plastic cock prod between her thighs. Of course, strap on anal punishment was one of her absolute favourites, but it wouldn't do to tell a Mistress that or perhaps they wouldn't dish it out. Britney then spent some minutes adjusting the chains that held Beyonce's manacles in place so that she could better position her. Then she clipped a chain to Beyonce's collar and clipped the other end to a large metal ring in the floor so that Beyonce was uncomfortably half bent over while her arms were still splayed and raised. More importantly her ass was now perfectly positioned for the pink catsuit wearing Domme to make her insertion into her pop rival's arsehole while the weights on her tits were now nearly touching the floor. Nearly, but not quite, Beyonce's teats were deliciously stretched to the limit and the end of the weight was a mere inch or so above the wooden floor of the carriage. And so, to the rhythmic movements of the train Britney Spears ass fucked the hell out of a helpless Beyoncé Knowles on her journey into the Deep South towards a new and mysterious owner. Britney thrust her pelvis forward with great enthusiasm, driving the near twelve inch plastic phallus nearly its full length each time, while she gripped Beyoncé's sweating hair to further improve her penetration. The weights swung from Beyoncé and dug in deeper with each thrust and she relished the increasing pain.

And then the door to the carriage swung open. Despite the strain on her neck and tits to do so Beyoncé looked up and watched as a clearly pissed Miley Cyrus strutted into the carriage. The young, trashy, short haired blonde had a smoking cigarette in one hand and a can of beer in the other. She was wearing a white net top over a white bra and the tiniest pair of white shorts with white high heels completing the image. She looked as trashy as fuck -- so pretty much like she always does then.

Miley leers at Beyoncé as she is ass fucked and then struts towards her and deliberately blows a large cloud of cigarette smoke right into her face. Then sneering she demands.

"Ashtray!"

And on command Beyoncé opens her mouth and pushes forward her large, pink tongue for Miley to extinguish her cigarette on. Miley smirks at this submissive act then popped the butt into Beyoncé's mouth and instructed her to swallow it. All the time this is going on Britney Spears continues to pump in and out of her slaves formerly tight arsehole.

"You struggling to get that butt down honey? Here let me help you."

Miley's voice was so cloying and thick with false sincerity as she lifted her can of beer up, took a swig from it then slowly tipped the remainder out over Beyoncé's hair and face. Once it was all poured out and the black girl was sodden with beer Miley smirked again and offered her a 'chaser' and cleared her throat and hocked up a loogy right on Beyonce's nose. Laughing as the thick glob of saliva slowly slid down it and onto her lips from the movement of being deep ass fucked.

"Hey Britney baby? You about done? This dumb negro cunt has spilled beer on the floor and my shoes, gonna need her to clean it up I reckon?"

Miss Spears gave a grunt as she gave one almighty thrust and held it in there and she peered over Beyonce to address her partner.

"Why sure Miss Miley, I'll just finish up back here, you got your old hipflask on you?"

At that Miley reached into the back pocket of her shorts and produced a little hipflask containing scotch and took a long draw on it before handing it back and finally withdrawing her dildo from Beyonce's bowels with a pop that echoed through the empty train carriage. Then Britney marched past the two of them, saying.

"Back in a while Miley, don't you do anything too bad to that slave now, will you?"

Miley gave Beyonce a blood chilling grin as she laughed but didn't actually answer the question.

There was little doubt that Miley Cyrus was the more extreme of the two women taking Beyoncé to her new owner. She was the younger, sure, but there was an extra edge to Miley, a craziness that was dangerous and everyone seemed to realise it, not least Beyoncé. So as she hung there, helpless and looking at the young woman more than ten years her junior she could not help but feel her heart rate increase, to be a bit more anxious and worried and also to be a bit more aroused than she had been. Miley was moving slowly around Beyoncé, pulling on the weights from her tits, rubbing at her wet pussy, slapping her firm ass.

She jumped as her arms went free then her ankles and finally the breast weights and the chain to her collar until she stood there (still bowed forward) with nothing to stop her overpowering her shorter, younger, smaller Mistress and making an escape. Except she didn't want to. Miley gave a knowing chuckle and delivered a stinging slap to Beyoncé's face. Then another one. Clearly pushing her to see if there was any resistance. There was none.

"On your knees slut! That's right you know your rightful place don't you whore? Now clean that beer you spilled from my shoes!"

She thrust her right foot at Beyonce's face. They were tacky, cheap and nasty white heels (about 5") and Beyonce quickly opened her mouth and began to lick eagerly at the tip then slowly moved around it in a clockwise direction. The taste was pretty vile but that does not deter Beyonce from trying to please her Mistress (she's tasted far worse anyway -- when you've drunk piss and eaten shit licking a bit of beer and dust is no great hardship). Miley moves her shoe up and prods the long, thin, white heel into Beyonce's mouth.

"Suck that whore, suck it clean like a long thin white cock that you'll be spending the rest of your life serving."

Beyonce', whose mouth had taken more things into it than most, had no trouble sucking the full length of the trashy heels and wrapping her lips around it like a dick. The lack of reaction disappointed Miley and she quickly tired of having the older woman sucking her heels and pulled them from her mouth, grabbed the top of her head by the hair and pushed it down onto the wooden floor.

"Like I said whore, you spilled that beer, you can fucking lick it all up! Go on, hurry up!"

Now this was an altogether more distasteful task but Beyonce obeyed completely, kneeling on hands and knees and stooping her head to lap at the drying beer and dirt on the floor like some poor, desperate cat. Much of the beer had slipped through the gaps in the floorboards of the carriage so that she was just licking at the beer soaked planks. And as she was concentrating on that suddenly a hard patter of more liquid on the floor hit and she looked up to be hit square on the face by a pouring, warm stream of Miley Cyrus's urine!

Stunned Beyonce neglected to shut her mouth and got a big mouthful of piss before closing it and shoving her head down to the floor again whilst Miley cried out.

"Yeah bitch, you can lick that up as well, I bet it's more than half beer anyways!"

Miley had pulled the crotch of her shorts aside to allow her to urinate on Beyoncé and the floor and as she shook the last drops free she put her shorts back in place and took a seat on the chair and laughed as a piss drenched Beyoncé lapped eagerly from the floor. She let her continue at that for a while and then made moves to undo the white leather belt from its hoops around her slim waist. It was a trashy, nasty looking item, white with rows of silver studs all along its length. Miley doubled it over and let it dangle down, touching the top of Beyoncé's head.

"Stand up and turn around, then bend over and grab your ankles tight."

She watched from close range as the slave did exactly as she had been told to do. Of course it was a hell of a view, Beyoncé's heart shaped ass loomed up at her on those long, long legs. Her ass seemed to cry out to be punished just for being so damned perfect.

Miley made her wait. Sat there and gazed at the perfection that was Beyoncé's arse, took in the various marks that her previous Mistress's had left on her and imagined delivering them. When she did eventually shove her chair noisily back and get up Beyoncé gave a visible jump but still managed to hold onto her ankles. Her calves must be starting to ache by then. And then Miley exploded into action, raising her belt and bringing it down perfectly across Beyoncé's arse, the row of studs leaving a rather impressive series of red mark on her bottom. Seeing them and watching her skin seem to change and darken before her very eyes Miley laid in another lash then another, each faster than the last until she was in a kind of frenzy, whipping her belt on her slave's backside with little control.

Beyoncé stood, bent over uncomfortably and took each stroke that was delivered, relishing the feeling that were spreading through her. She loved corporal punishment, was addicted to it. Perhaps even more than the mental effects of humiliation on her the physical effects of a good beating were even more of a turn on for her. Her body was conditioned to it now, a sore, red raw backside equalled a soaking wet pussy in seconds.

So the train rattled its way South and the two occupants of that carriage got aroused, one through their sadistic behaviour and one through their masochistic streak being more than fully sated.

*

By the time MIley's arm began to tire and ache she had created a masterpiece across Beyoncé's arse. It felt so good to have unleashed all that from herself, God if she could just do that to a few more of the Hollywood Whores that sniped at her she'd be fucking delighted. Didn't have to a be a submissive coon like Beyoncé either, Miley would be more than delighted to have the likes of Katy Perry, Jennifer Aniston or Amanda Bynes strung up in here to taste her belt. She'd love to make those nasty, spiteful bitches eat their words about her. Thinking of that cunt Aniston put Miley back on track as to what she and Britney had planned next on this journey and she'd better get on with it so that it was done by the time they reached their destination.

She left the carriage having attached Beyoncé's collar to the ring on the floor with instructions to not move an inch before she returned and entered the next door carriage which is much more luxuriously furnished and right then on the large bed that dominated it Britney Spears was fucking her plaything Avril Lavigne doggy style while simultaneously tightening then loosening a thick, clear plastic bag that was wrapped tightly around Avril's head.




Beyonce in Bondage Ch. 14



"Het Brit, why don't you just do us all a favour and leave it tight for a bit longer! Anyway, when you're done with her we're ready for the make over."

That piqued Britney's interest and to the annoyance of Miss Lavigne the bag was removed from her head and the plastic dildo removed from her pussy

Beyoncé looked up sharply as Britney then Miley re-entered the carriage. Each held bags and walked behind her. She desperately wanted to know what they were doing but knew better than to turn around so she focussed on the door in front of her as things were assuredly taken out of the bags and placed on the floor behind her. Then Miley's mocking voice appeared at Beyoncé's ear, goading her with every word.

"You know you're not too lucky with haircuts are you bitch? You've sure had some stinkers in your time, haven't you? I just bet you spend half your time wishing you had hair as nice as mine, now don't you?"

This was a bad joke. Beyoncé had the most perfect, long, lustrous hair now (sure previous Mistresses had shaven it off but it was back now and looking great as per her Drunk In Love video shoot) while Miley Cyrus's hair was a complete joke. A peroxide, short cut with a ridiculous quiff that was possibly the ugliest haircut in Hollywood. Nevertheless, Beyoncé's response to this question was to nod her agreement.

Miley and Britney giggled as Miley continued.

"I just fucking knew it! Well seeing as how we got some time to kill and we're in a right helpful mood how about me and Britney give you a little make over. Maybe get you looking a bit more like me? Bit of class eh? Bit of sex appeal?"

'God no! Beyoncé wanted to say, the prospect of having that abomination atop her own head was horrific. She would genuinely rather have been shaved completely bald again

So for half an hour, while Beyoncé sat stock still in the chair, Miley and Britney fussed around her with first scissors then a shaver and then a peroxide hair dye kit. Beyoncé did as she was ordered and just sat there but in many ways she would rather have been beaten or roughly fucked or abused in some other manner than this humiliation. There was no mirror to check their progress so with her glorious locks now at her feet Beyoncé could only look up and stare at the abomination on Miley's head to imagine what her own hair looked like as they finished. It made her sick to the pit of her stomach. Nevertheless once it was made clear to her that they were done she thanked them kindly for what they had done.

"Twenty minutes 'til we stop Bitches, better git that coon ready!"

Beyoncé looked up to see Jessica Simpson call this helpful information from the carriage door before ducking back out.

This spurred both Britney and Miley to action and they left the carriage only to return with various items that they set about putting on their slave. First on was a heavy bridle and bit that fit on Beyoncé's newly dyed head. It was fitted with blinkers that were adjusted so she could see very little while the wooden bit was rammed between her perfect white teeth. She was bent over and a butt plug was shoved into her waiting arsehole. It was wide and bulbous and on the end was glued a long horses tail. She was given sandals to put on her feet that each had a heavy, metal horseshoe attached to the bottom of it. The final item to be placed on Beyoncé's lithe body was a heavy, leather saddle. Miley and Britney strapped it tightly to her body and she stood there before them feeling rather foolish and not a little worried that these mad white bitches were going to make her crawl like this to wherever it was they were headed. Perhaps if it had just been Miley she might have, she seemed crazy enough for a stunt like that. When the train finally came to a halt and they returned she was decked out in denim waistcoat, tied up checked shirt and denim shorts with cowboy boots and insisted Beyoncé get on her hands and knees and she rode her out of the carriage and down a ramp to a deserted little station.

Britney waited on the platform in a similar get up (complete with white cowboy hat) and between laughs told Miley to get off the slave 'because her new Master didn't want her with a broken back from some 'fat assed Hillbilly' riding her. Miley got off and the two blondes had a playfight that ended uo with them kissing hard and swapping saliva right there as Beyoncé just stayed obediently on her hands and knees beside them, dolled up like some kind of animal.

When they were finally done the three of them headed out into the pitch black night, Beyoncé up front with a chain attached to her collar and the heavy shoes and saddle meaning her progress was slow and difficult as they headed into the countryside.

The two blondes had torches and after a bit a torchlight came towards them and they were soon joined by a third sadistic blonde, Pink!

"Took your time getting the cunt here, didn't you?" she snarled and noticeably neither Britney nor Miley felt compelled to respond.

Pink looked like an Aryan Nazi's wet dream, clad in figure hugging black leather boots, shorts and bra top as she grabbed the leash from Miley's hand and dismissed them contemptuously after they had removed all the horse girl paraphernalia.

"Fuck off now bitches, and take that shit with you, I'll take her from here, got plans for her tonight anyway."

Neither blonde argued and they headed back to the station and their own personal harem for a night of fun on the train back North.

Once they were gone Beyoncé stood stock still as Pink slowly walked around her, inspecting her, flashing the torchlight all over her, letting her see the heavy horse crop she carried in her free hand and then the light was suddenly extinguished and with a loud swish the crop landed hard right across her brown buttocks, the first of ten such blows before the torchlight returned. Pink sneered as her face came right up to Beyoncé's.

"They've got you done up like a horse? Or more like an ass perhaps? Think I would have had you down as more of a dog myself. What do you think bitch?"

"Yes Mistress, I could be your dog."

It all came so easily to Beyonce now, the submission, the acceptance. She could even guess what would come next.

"You could be? You fucking are bitch! Get down on your knees and bark for me! Bark like a dog for me!"

And Beyoncé Knowles did just that. Dropped onto the hard earth in the dark and howled like a wild animal. In her mind she was this woman's pet, and if she said bark she barked.

Woof!!! Woof!! Woof!!!

"God you're fucking pathetic aren't you? Just fucking pitiful. Get up and walk, we're heading towards that fire you can see in the distance."

So in the heart of the night Beyoncé walked through the barren, alien landscape and eventually came to a clearing with a campfire burning. Taylor Momsen and Christina Aguilera sat around it chatting, smoking and drinking. They stopped as Beyoncé followed by Pink stepped into the clearing.

"Get her the spade!" demanded Pink and Christina got to her feet and handed Beyoncé a spade.

Beyoncé looked at Pink and knew then she was not to be crossed, of all the sadistic, cruel bitches she had served, from Mariah Carey to Jennifer Lopez, to Rihanna to Nicole Sherzinger none of them had had that steely look in their eye. Not even that crazy bitch Miley on the train could match the feeling of sheer power Pink seemed to possess.

"Dig a hole about six feet long and a couple of feet wide."

Beyoncé looked at her, knew she could have just said dig a grave and then set to work on digging the hole, her mind racing. She was being worked over mentally and that just increased as she began her labour and in the flickering light of the fire Taylor and Christina set to work with a rope, fashioning it into a noose and looping it over a branch of the tree they were under. They managed that soon enough and were back to drinking and making out around the campfire while Pink just stood glaring at Beyoncé, almost daring her to complain or stop. But Beyoncé continued and eventually dug her own grave. She looked up at her Mistress for the night and awaited her next command.

"I'm acting on orders from your new Master bitch. You have the chance now to walk away. You can head off from here and leave and there is no comeback. I will let you go. Your choice. I'm sure you can guess what will be asked of you next. So do you want to leave?"

Beyoncé thought for a long time then dropped her eyes to the ground at Pink's feet and spoke softly.

"No Mistress, I don't want to leave."

"Good. Walk over to the noose hanging from the branch and step up on that stool Christina so helpfully left under it.

On shaking legs Beyoncé crossed the small clearing and bravely stepped up onto the wooden stool, then reached up and looped the thick rope noose over her new haircut and let it fall against her soft skin. She stood her full height and looked forward as Taylor and Christina came nearer to gawk at her and Pink stepped up and cracked her horse crop across her thighs.

"Step off the stool bitch."

Beyoncé had no way of knowing that the rope had not been tied to the ground and was just bundled convincingly around the root that stuck up but the black slave still stepped off the stool and held her breath as her feet plunged down and hit into the ground, the rope falling down around her head as she went. While the other two laughed out loud Pink just glared at the submissive, little believing she had possessed the ability to do that. She stepped up and grabbed Beyoncé's collar and leaned in to hiss.

"Maybe we'll do that again and this time I'll fucking tie the knot, eh? See if you're so fucking keen to do that then. Know get down in that fucking hole you dug and go to sleep, you got a big day tomorrow bitch, a big day."

So Beyoncé spent the night sleeping in the grave she had buried for herself while her blonde companions had a supper roasted on the fire then drank and smoked and spoke late into the night. She just lay there on the dry, uncomfortable earth and wondered what the next day would bring. More tests? Finally, meeting her new owner? She finally drifted into a fitful sleep dreaming of punishment at and unseen man's hand.

*

Her morning wake up call was a slap to the cheek and as she opened her eyes Beyoncé looked up to find a grinning Pink squatting over the grave.

"Wake up bitch! You want you breakfast drink? Well open that pretty mouth of yours then."

Beyoncé had gotten more than used to piss play in her various adventures in submission and humiliation but surely this was a new low for her. Being awoken and drinking the piss of a nasty, blonde racist, who wasn't even her new owner, while she lay in her own grave burned Beyoncé's very soul. And yet she obediently opened her dry, gummy mouth as wide as she could and strained her tongue out as Pink began to piss on her face and directly into her mouth. The taste, the smell haunted Beyoncé. She could remember when it was abhorrent to her and now it produced an arousal within her to be doing something so dirty and nasty.

Christina and Taylor moved over to observe and when Pink was done coating Beyoncé's face with her urine they asked if Beyoncé wanted more and she could only nod her head slightly and again open her mouth as Miss Aguilera lowered herself over her and began to piss all over her as well.

They left her lying in her grave, her face coated in three women's piss, her hair sodden and the taste burning in her throat while they had a breakfast. Later Pink came and ordered Beyoncé to get up and once she was standing attached a heavy set of ankle chains to her ankles and an equally heavy set of manacles around her wrists and then connected the chains between her ankles to those between her wrists before finally connecting a chain from the wrists chains to her neck collar. Each chain was a little shorter than would have been comfortable so this final leg of Beyoncé's journey to her new Master as going to her awkward and uncomfortable.

The other two left leaving Pink to guide Beyoncé across the dry land towards a farm in the far off distance. Pink was dressed in her PVC bra and shorts and boots with a comedy Nazi hat to shade her in the hot sun. She 'encouraged' Beyoncé at regular intervals with her riding crop but really Beyoncé could only move at a pretty slow pace, lumbering across the uneven ground fettered by her heavy chains. She hadn't been allowed to wash herself either and while her body smelled of sweat that was as nothing compared to her face which was caked in dried piss and attracting flies and bugs. Indeed the only possible advantage to her hideous new haircut was that there was not so much hair to be soaked in piss. She longed to wipe her face but her chains made that small mercy an impossibility.

"Come on slave , hurry up! Don't you want to meet your new Master?"

'Slave'. Beyoncé considered the word as she limped awkwardly across the ground and the farm came slightly closer. With all her other Mistresses she had been referred to as a 'slave' or a 'sub' and she had done some pretty sub-human things but she had never actually felt so deeply enslaved as now. She felt that she had absolutely no control of herself and her future now. Look at how she had stepped off that stool the night before. The truth is that she did not know the rope had not been tied. She could very well have hung herself if it wasn't, and she had been prepared to do that just to please her owner. Look at her now, how she was struggling in the heat, feeling awful and yet she was still happy to do this to please her new owner.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a harsh crack as the crop stung her backside.

"No slacking now nigger, don't want to get me in trouble do you?"

So Beyoncé picked up what pace she could and finally stumbled into the courtyard of the large farm. It was deserted but Pink directed Beyoncé to walk into a shed that clearly was usually used to house farm animals. Pink pushed Beyoncé into a stall and left the shed before returned a few minutes later with a man.

Beyoncé looked up at the man and knew that here was her new owner. He was grossly overweight, balding and dressed in stained and ripped farm overalls. He smiled and that revealed half his teeth were missing (the other half discoloured). When he spoke he had a deep Southern accent that was hard to follow at first.

Pink made the introductions.

"Slave, this is your new owner, you can call him THE DARK CLOUD."

Upon his name being spoken he undid his overalls and let them fall to his ankles to reveal that he was fully naked beneath them. His fat, white belly was revealed alongside a long, thin, greasy cock which Beyoncé could well imagine she would be getting intimately acquainted with in the near future. He stepped up and began to grope at Beyoncé's body, feeling her, rubbing her, fingering her, checking out her teeth like she was an animal at market.

"Should do. You enjoyed your journey here whore?""

"Y-Yess Master."

"Fuck did you say! You fucking enjoyed it! Fuck sake Pink I fucking told you to give this bitch hell. Get over here."

And now Beyoncé saw a very different Pink. That answer had clearly dropped her in the shit and the Pink that scrambled over and dropped to her knees beside the man was timid and submissive. Her begging and apologising was pathetic to listen to before she launched her mouth over his dick and began to suck him off as enthusiastically as she could. But he grabbed her hair and ripped her off him.

"Too late cunt. You're in with the pigs tonight and Ma will have something for you tomorrow that will show you how to make a journey hellish. Now git going, go on, into that damned stinking stye!"

She scurried away and left them alone in the dank shed.

"That's what happens to anyone that doesn't mistreat my little black bitch. What do you think of that?"

"I think you are a wise and dominant Master and I will do anything you ask, I am only here to serve you."

"Are you? I wonder."

He wandered away, still nude and returned a few minutes later carrying a branding iron whose head was bright orange with heat. He held it up so Beyoncé could read the brand. It read "PROPERTY OF THE DARKCLOUD".

"Your choice slave, are you my slave or not?"

He held the glowing brand at crotch level towards Beyoncé and twirled his finger for her to turn around. She did so and braced herself. But nothing came.

"No. I am going to stand here and hold this up. It's up to you if you want this mark on that smooth black bottom of yours. Now, do you want to be my slave?"

His words hung in the air for a moment before Beyoncé began to back that ass up and really enter a life of bondage...