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Breaking Mistress Dana

By: Latex_Rose



Mistress Sarah's guiding hand brought Dana through the bustling corridors of the club underground. Tonight it was seething with activity as the employees prepared for tonight's big show.

Dana watched, amazed, at the energy and the dedication of Mistress Sarah's slaves and subsidiary dommes. It was like a leather and latex anthill, whose slim little queen was even now pulling her along towards the main chamber where tonight's show would be.

They pushed through one final set of broad, heavy metal doors, and they were there.

The room was huge and concrete, the size of a basketball court, adorned with huge screens and cameras to capture every action and every angle. The raised pedestal in the middle of the room was stained in a way that suggested the markings were intentional... like a workman's bench, like a sacrificial altar. Slaves were even now setting up luxurious chairs and couches around it, and a few others had set tall metal poles upright on the pedestal to chain tonight's slut where everyone could see her.

Could see the slut, thought Mistress Dana, and her. The whole room would be focused on her, and she would be the center of attention as she took this mysterious reluctant slut and broke her will repeatedly over and over, all night if she had to, until no one had any question that Mistress Dana was the new queen of this city.

Watching Sarah's ass as she bustled about, adjusting chairs, shouting at slaves to make sure everything was perfect, Dana mused on the fact that something would have to be done with the old queen... she had a few ideas, in fact, some leather and steel and screams that would be perfect for one so young and so beautiful.

Someday, Dana thought with a near-delirious pride, this would all be hers.

She was broken out of her reverie by Sarah's high pitched "WHAT?" and an echoing slap.

"What's wrong?" Dana asked, rushing to her side.

"Forgive me mistresses," the slave stuttered, his hand delicately against the reddening handprint on his face. "It's just that the fitted catsuit... well, it's not ready, we needed to finish the wiring, and our slut is late... she's caught in traffic and likely won't be here until right before the party starts. We need time to calibrate the mikes and such, Mistress. We're going to have to delay."

Tears of helpless anger started from Sarah's face... a mercurial little bitch, mused Dana to herself. "No! I won't have this be any less than perfect! This is my- is Dana's show, and nothing gets in the way of that!" She stomped petulantly.

Then suddenly, she turned to Dana. "Dana! What bra size are you?"

A little taken aback, Dana answered. "36B... Why?"

Suddenly Sarah was hugging her close, and Dana could feel her wet little tears against her cheeks, already forgotten. "That's perfect! You're built just right!"

"What?"

"You'll fit into the suit! If you'll just try it on, we can get going again! Thank you Dana!" 

Dana did not like where this was going.

"Please Dana! It's too big for me but you'll fit perfectly... if you don't do this it'll all fall apart, I'll have to postpone your party after all the work I put into it!"

"You've gotta be kidding me, Sarah! I'm not going to put on that slut's costume and be showed off like that!" Dana's eyes roved over the catsuit with the holes to allow access to breasts, ass, and pussy, the high ballet boots, the black leather armbinder with the rising series of locks almost like piercings, shining silver in the bright blue light from the screens.

"Please Dana!" The waterworks were back on. Sarah's broad brown eyes were full of tears and her pale little hands were on Dana's, pleadingly soft, grasping at her for mercy.

"Sarah..." Dana stared at the latex and leather, unbelieving. How could this fellow mistress ask this of her?

However, this was an emergency. And something about the gleaming material was oddly compelling...

"Please Dana..." Sarah was whispering now. "Put it on, and tomorrow, I'll put it on for you..."

Not believing that her goal could be attained, at least in part, so easily, Dana stared into Sarah's dark brown eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Sarah whispered. "Please, Mistress Dana..."

She needed no more encouragement. Shrugging off the younger woman's desperate embrace she strode to the platform and stepped up to the slaves assembling the uniform. In a few easy steps she stripped naked, feeling the admiring eyes dancing over her (one particular set of doelike brown ones setting her tingling between her thighs.).

She felt Sarah's hands on her back. "Let me help," the younger mistress said.

The red latex slid over her smoothly and evenly, the skilled hands of the slaves adjusting, soothing, perfecting. It truly was an amazing fit, the material clinging and taut, exaggerating Dana's curves as it revealed her most sacred places with large vents that exposed her firm, proud breasts, her pert ass, and her smooth pink cunt.

Sarah helped guide Dana's elegant, slender foot into the high black ballet boot, lacing it up rapidly with the help of a slave, then slipped the black leather corset around Dana's waist and laced it tight with rapid, familiar motions. Dana felt the tightening of the material with an unfamiliar, uncomfortable thrill that shot down through her belly and coiled around the heat between her legs; she was in the hands of a true professional and she knew it.

For the first time, she began to doubt that she would own this girl. Their eyes met for an instant as Sarah finished the lacing and she saw something there; something familiar and terrifying.

It was familiar because it was something Dana had in herself, a darkness and bruality, it was terrifying because it outmatched hers a thousandfold; it bloomed in cruel depths like nothing she had ever imagined, a black rose in the dungeon of the world.

The moment was broken with a loud, echoing click.

Dana jumped. "What was THAT?" she cried.

Sarah smiled soothingly. "Don't worry, don't worry... I'm just putting the locks on, they're not locked, don't worry!" Sarah ran her hand calmingly down Dana's cheek. "It's just for realism's sake, this is a..." her eyes wandered south to Dana's exposed pussy and for the first time Dana realized that whatever the reason, this was really happening; she was really onstage with this beautiful young dominatrix in front of her, and she really was getting wetter and wetter every second- "dry run, isn't it?"

The end of the sentence took Mistress Dana completely by surprise. "Huh? Oh, right. Yes, I guess it has to be this way."

A slave- one she didn't recognize, a tall, handsome man with blue eyes and short-cropped dark hair, with brutal features and a smile that didn't seem to belong on a submissive's face- was kneeling in front of her, adjusting the tops of the thighs of the catsuit so that the opening properly framed her pussy. She felt his fingers brush her somewhere very impertinent indeed and she looked down to snap at him- only to find him looking up at her, grinning broadly.

He knew she was wet, she realized.

Then with growing horror she watched as he dipped one elegant finger between her folds, knowing she wouldn't say anything to humiliate herself by admitting her arousal in front of Mistress Sarah, and then licked it clean.

She was so furious that she could barely breathe; and she was so wet she could barely breathe without sighing, couldn't speak without moaning.

He winked and walked away. Wordlessly she strove to remember his face for some sort of catastrophic revenge- but the throbbing twisting heat between her legs made the effort academic.

Suddenly Dana felt her attention wrenched away and back to her predicament by Sarah approaching her with something heavy and black folded in her arms, something frighteningly dark and gleaming like liquid luxury. "Armbinder," she said simply with a white and blinding smile, as she slid it down over each of Dana's arms, the slaves helping, pulling it tight, taut, until it made Dana's back arch and shoulders ache.

"Mistress Sarah! Is this really necessary?" Gasping, struggling a little, watching the younger woman approach her again with one last little thing in her hand, watching the unclosed locks being looped through the latex and leather that covered her body.

As another little loop had a lock passed through it Dana felt the first shudders of what might have been real fear. Sarah was on her in an instant. "Oh stop worrying, Dana! This is perfect, you're saving the show... don't forget you've still got that whore coming that you can use and abuse to your heart's content."

Another loop. Mistress Dana broke. "Sarah, let me out of this!"

She was against her in a minute. "Oh, Mistress Dana, don't... please, we're so close, we're almost there, just this and then two more things and then we're done and everything will be perfect!"

For some reason she couldn't look away from the younger woman's lips. They were so soft and full and expressive that she couldn't help imagining them in a thousand different attitudes- crying out in pleasure or pain, a wry smile, a slavish devotion. Now she followed them with her eyes as the younger woman moved closer, whispered in her ear, her voice hypnotic- "Please Dana, do this for me, do just this for me... and I'll reward you, more than you know, with all of myself."

Their eyes met. Dana's were tight and wide with fear, Sarah's were liquid with longing and desire.

Her desire damned her. "Alright, Sarah," greed overcoming the very real fear she felt. "I'll help you, but afterwards, I will have you."

Barely above a whisper but the younger woman heard. Much to Dana's surprise she smiled. "Of course you will," she whispered, and ran one electric fingertip along Dana's jawline, caressing the smooth skin there.

Dana turned her head to follow it and knew that Sarah saw; knew that the younger woman knew exactly what it meant.

The last lock slid into place. "Now for the collar," Sarah said brightly, breaking the moment into fragments. The black leather slid around Dana's throat with the gentleness of a lover and tightened to the firmness of a Mistress, encircling her, making each breath a very slight conscious effort. Making her aware, as though the latex hadn't done so already, of her every curve and movement as she breathed.

"One last thing," Sarah said. "We have to make sure the sound system is all set up. So Mistress Dana... will you favor us with your impression of what this little whore is going to sound like when you're done with her?"

Dana grinned with a slightly dazed expression. She had come so far and been promised at least a taste of what she wanted so much. How much could this last effort cost her? But still... "I don't know, Sarah..."

"Pleeease Mistress Dana? You want everything to be perfect... want to make sure that at the end of tonight this cunt will never forget who she belongs to or what she is."

"Mmm that's right," said Dana, imagining a very specific redhead in place of the whore she had been promised. "I do want her broken, for being late and for being a reluctant slut. I want her to beg."

"Oh I guarantee that after tonight she'll never forget what a fucked up, broken slut she is, or who she belongs to," Sarah said with a wide white grin.

"Good... and all I have to do to get the sound system working is imitate her?"

"Mmmhmm. Just that, and we'll be ready to go."

Dana giggled, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began. "Please I beg you, degrade me, humiliate me. Bind me and abuse me, fist my ass and my pussy until I gape for you. Clamp my cunt and nipples until I cry, shock me, pierce me, laugh as I cry and plead. Cane me, flog me, spank me, spit and piss on me, I deserve it and want it. I want to be a whore and a bitch, a broken cunt for you to destroy. I want everyone to know what I am and who I belong to. Show me no mercy, fuck me in all my holes and drench me in cum. I want to be covered in cum like the filthy degraded cunt that I am. Please, I beg you... Use me. Please."

There was an instant of total silence, then a click as the first of the locks snapped shut between Sarah's pale and perfect fingers, and then a roar as the doors opened and the crowd poured into the room, eager to see what Mistress Sarah had promised them- the breaking of a Mistress.

The biggest night of the year, a once in a lifetime experience, the posters had promised.

Dana's eyes began to fill with tears. "Sarah! What is this?! What's going on?"

Sarah only smiled, coldly, as the lights went up, and the screens turned on, showing a dozen views of the now bound and trapped woman behind her while the speakers blared forth that Mistress Sarah was pleased to bring them the breaking of Mistress Dana.

Breaking Mistress Dana Ch. 01



A quick note before we begin: This is only the first in what will eventually be a long series of stories that we've cowritten focused on the humiliation of Mistress Dana. Comments and suggestions are more than welcome and should be emailed through the link below. Thank you and enjoy.

Mistress Dana was in a fine mood as she stepped out of the low black limousine and into the elegant chrome and steel foyer of Mistress Sarah's downtown palace- a sprawling boutique for the whips-and-chains set coupled with a studio and party room and god knows what else, scattered through the three stories and the underground chambers. It gave her a shiver to know the heights of pleasure and pain that had been achieved here... all orchestrated by the petite redhead whose invitation into the upper echelons of professional domination had brought her here today.

She marveled inwardly at the scope of the younger woman's operation... since her debut as a dominatrix, the whole of the local fetish scene had embraced her and made her the center of their own leather and latex little world.

The receptionist behind the counter seemed to have been expecting her. Gesturing to a long stairwell that ascended behind her desk she said, "Mistress Sarah is expecting you... go along upstairs, Mistress Dana."

"Thank you," she replied, giving the woman a broad and predatory grin, simply seeking her reaction. However the woman simply sighed... as Dana moved closer she saw that the woman was naked from the waist down behind her desk and a simple remote control vibrator in her pussy had just turned on. The familiar buzz of toy against flesh filled the air and the receptionist let out a low moan- being rewarded for her work by Mistress Sarah herself, or maybe one of her subsidiary dommes.

Mistress Sarah took the idea of full commitment from her employees a step further, Mistress Dana thought, her respect for the woman redoubling.

As she walked up the stairs leaving the woman to her pleasure she suddenly heard a muttered curse... looking back to see the receptionist clenching her fists in frustration, she grinned. Full commitment from all, but the rewards came few and far between, she thought.

The helpless receptionist, denied orgasm again, sagged against her desk for a moment. Mistress Dana turned to walk up the stairs, wondering what kind of woman could be so consistently and conscientiously cruel.

She found Mistress Sarah sitting in a black leather recliner, wearing a black corset and latex shorts, having her feet rubbed by a slender man in a full face hood and business suit. One of her slaves, she surmised, and judging from the tented front of his pants one who found his duties utterly engrossing. The keen-eyed redhead was looking through an account book, toting up her earnings for the month, with a studious expression that turned into a broad smile as Dana entered.

"Mistress Dana! How nice to finally meet you in person!" Carelessly pushing the sub aside with one foot she rose and extended her hand for Dana to kiss. Dana shook it instead.

"Of course it is," she said, smiling. She watched the younger woman's dark brown eyes fill with something hot and surging, saw her lip struggling to curl, and waited with a mocking grin for some external sign of the obvious anger. So passionate, she thought, looking the younger woman up and down... such a shame that she was a mistress and thus beyond the grasp of Dana's control. She found herself imagining pinning the younger woman down and straddling her mouth... or making her walk a mile in those high heeled boots with weighted clamps hanging from the delicate rose of her pussy... Dana shook her head to clear it. This little bitch, she thought with an inward smile, she had her lost in fantasy already. Someday, she promised herself... someday.

But instead Mistress Sarah summoned a broad and friendly smile and said, "So are you ready to plan your social debut?"

Settling back into another of the chairs, mentally chalking up one point for herself, Mistress Dana rested her booted feet on the kneeling slave's shoulders and said "Absolutely... it's so nice to have a friend in my new town. And your agreement to help with my introduction to the local, ah... scene... well, when I saw you'd invited over 100 people to see my first public performance as a domme... I'm very thankful to you."

The broad smile on Mistress Sarah's face acquired a certain brittleness at Dana's subtly antagonistic tone. Then, controlling herself, she said "Well of course. Always eager to help a fellow Mistress to establish herself."

Dana leaned forward eagerly. "Is it true that you've invited several of my old customers and competitors to come and see?"

"Yes, of course. I'm sure they wouldn't miss this for the world."

"Mmm, good... I hope that they'll see me in action and realize who's really in charge..." Making eye contact with the younger woman, "It's so good to have other Mistresses know who's top dog."

That same dark fury, again subsiding slowly. That same brittle smile. "Yes, I've heard you were particularly vicious... some of them will no doubt be harboring resentment. I'm sure that after tonight they'll have no questions about what kind of dog you are."

There was a power-line moment between them as they both realized another minute's polite conversation would have them at each other's throats or between each other's legs and then Mistress Sarah said "I've prepared a catalog of everything I have available for the slut you'll be using at tonight's party... shall we go through it together and decide what you want to do with the centerpiece of tonight's event?"

"Mmmm, tell me all about her... is she a degraded little whore? Is she gonna be able to take whatever I want to give her?"

Grinning back Mistress Sarah said, "Well, to be honest... not at first. I understand she's incredibly poorly behaved and has a terrible attitude... not very experienced, and she has a lot of limits but, with my help... you're going to get rid of all of them."

Mistress Dana had to fight down the surge of fire between her thighs, the sudden desire... she knew she was cruel but this thin, lovely redhead, with her curling hair and wide smile, was something different and vicious.

To avoid revealing the flush on her cheeks spreading down to her cleavage she turned to the leather-bound catalog that Sarah had placed on the desk. "Let's start with an enema... what should we use?"

"Well, I understand that urine or cum is traditional for these situations... but I have something special," Sarah said, her grin broadening. "It's a special formulation one of my clients made for me... a thin blue liquid. It's a lubricant and a stimulant, as well as an aphrodisiac but here's the best part... it has no psychoactive effects. It simply makes your body incredibly sensitive, to both pleasure and pain, and in women makes orgasm both much easier and much more dramatic."

Dana couldn't believe it. What an incredible invention! Trying not to stutter, she said, "That's fantastic, how perfect for degrading an illbehaved slut like this! How much should we give her?"

Sarah turned momentarily to make a note. In a bored sounding voice she said, "It works best in vast amounts. I'd say two gallons."

"Oh my god that's vicious! I bet with that on our side, we could really stretch this bitch out... do you think we could work her up to taking a whole fist?"

Sarah grinned, looking back at her, a sudden charge of common purpose between them. "That's what it's for. I love making stuck-up bitches realize that I own every part of them, can make them feel however I want them to feel, make them take whatever I want them to take, and there's nothing they can do about it..."

Sarah clearly had someone in mind. But Dana, lost in imagining the night's activities, was pacing with excitement- looking over Sarah's possessions, her many trophies and curios, until she found one that sparked her curiosity. "Is this a picture of Jessica? That slave of mine who moved here?"

Sarah looked up. "Ah yes, Jessica. I remember she bought her freedom from you but she wasn't able to stay out of trouble... she's been mine now for awhile, to varying extents."

"I remember that little cunt. You know that her ass was virgin until I got to her? God the things she threatened me with... I'm glad to hear she's back under control." Dana had a sudden flash of memory of her own gloved fist moving incrementally deeper into the tall blonde's pussy while she moaned and helplessly threatened revenge, her freshly shaved lips parting obscenely while the crowd cheered... and suddenly the face and body wasn't Jessica's tanned blonde but Sarah's athletic redhead, the lips that curled in pleasure and pain were her full sensuous ones, the breasts that bore long red stripes from the cane were her small firm mounds, in Dana's imagination tipped with pink nipples like flowering buds, just demanding to be teased and tortured...

Sarah's voice snapped her out of the reverie. "Now of course we'll need clamps."

Dana paused in her perambulation and walked over to Sarah's desk. With utterly deliberate but very practiced nonchalance, she sat down on the other Mistress' desk- almost brushing Sarah's face with her ass- and took the book from her hand. "I'm sure you have all kinds of clamps, Sarah. Let's see what's best," she said, turning and looking down at the younger woman with a patronizing expression.

Sarah said nothing. In her mind, though, she could only calm her fury by remembering that all this was a prelude to something so much more satisfying.

"Mmm... let's have alligator clamps. One on each nipple, wired for electrical, and one on each labia, with let's say... two pounds of weight on each, on a foot of chain so they sway when she walks. That ought to keep her mind occupied."

"Excellent." Sarah made another note. "And of course all of this is being recorded. The party room is wired for video and live feed... people will be paying to watch you perform. Judging from the anticipation online, you may have an audience of hundreds. And we'll be selling recordings, of course."

Dana cooed with pleasure. "That's fantastic! I'm sure that with your equipment and my ability, we'll make a real splash. After all, tonight is the first night of my life in this new city. I want to make sure that it will define me, make sure everyone knows my name and just what I am." She stood up and stretched briefly, luxuriously, before turning back to Sarah and saying, "Let's go check out the setup! I'm so excited to see the place that all 

Thank you so much for arranging all of this! I hope you understand how grateful I am."

Sarah stood too, and with a broad smile she hooked her arm around the taller woman's waist. "Oh, it's my pleasure." Giving her a squeeze she said in a mock gruff voice, "I intend to make good money off you, Mistress Dana." Returning to her normal voice she said, "Oh don't worry, babe. After tonight everyone will know exactly what you are." 

The touch was electric and suddenly Dana found herself dampening imagining the younger woman with tears in her eyes and a cock in her mouth, her tender young pussy spread out by clamps, her wide eyes blurring with the latest load of cum or piss to be splashed onto her, those sensuous lips and that delicate tongue used like a wet fuckhole by a stranger under Dana's command...

Sarah must have noticed the sudden change in Dana's character and leaned into her a little. Looking up at her, she turned gently towards the taller woman until they were face to face. Then she leaned up and placed a single delicate kiss on Dana's lips, their mouths meeting for only a second but it was long enough for Dana to realize her panties were wet and that this younger girl was in every way a goddess.

She renewed her ambition to own her.

Sarah broke the kiss first and smiled up at the taller woman, then taking her hand, led her down to a maze of corridors, down to the studio, where the show was almost ready to begin.