Alpha Domme (F/F) Updated: August 4th *ON HIATUS*

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WHO DO YOU THINK DESERVES TO BE ELIMINATED NEXT?

Mistress Citrine
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14%
Velvette
2
14%
Ms Hawtrey
2
14%
Jynx the Mynx
4
29%
Queen Vasilka
0
No votes
Miki
0
No votes
Lady Estela
1
7%
Scarlett
3
21%
Madame Muse
0
No votes
 
Total votes: 14

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It's actually really relieving to hear you guys say that. I was genuinely worried that readers wold be turned off by Jynx's ferocity.

(I sure would be lol)

Also, gonna tag [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] just because I think he might enjoy a couple of these latest updates ;)
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TomYi wrote: 3 years ago It's actually really relieving to hear you guys say that. I was genuinely worried that readers wold be turned off by Jynx's furosity. (I sure would be lol)
In real life, I'd more then likely been a bit concerned with Jynx's fury. That kind of behavior isn't my kind of thing. However within the story, it is totally acceptable. I would have actually been surprised if you wrote this whole story without one charter not having that fury. Whether or not you write it into the story, I'd like to see Icy get redemption with Jynx. At some point it would seem someone needs to put Jynx's fury into check.

With what you have already written, I am sure I will continue to enjoy the story!
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“Scarlett got lucky with that bet.
She should be thankful that I was
such a good sport about it.”





- from the video log of Lady Estela





“Welcome to my den,” Scarlett hummed. “You like it?”

Estela didn’t respond, nor did she have any plans to respond. She just stood there with a frown on her lips, and a melancholy stare in her eyes. This sucked. Her first play on the show had crashed and burned, and now she was going to suffer for it. And she had just gotten here too!

This was all Icy’s fault! That dummy had the advantage, and still managed to lose. Estela had every reason to bet on her. It was the smart call, and she should have won! Yet, here she was: tied up with a zip tie and at the mercy of some creepy-ass goth chick. Lord knows what sick shit she was planning.

Scarlett seemed completely unbothered by her captive’s brooding. She locked the door, and catwalked over to a small pile of luggage on the floor. On her way there, she said, “It’s a bit underfurnished…”

Just before stopping in front of the luggage, she did a little hair toss and looked back at Estela. The domina finished her sentence with a breathy, flirty softness in her voice. “…but that won’t hinder us.”

Scarlett bent over a black suitcase, arching her back and perking her butt for a full display. Estela just rolled her eyes. She followed that up with a light groan when Scarlett turned back to her, holding a black sybian in her hands.

The surly attitude was entirely related to circumstance. Estela really had nothing against sybians. In fact, she owned one herself, and loved to use it on her down time. Her sybian was probably better than Scarlett’s though. It was a top-brand model, sent to her by a butt-ugly senator from Arkansas after a one-time session. His gift had come with a love letter that was equal parts sappy and creepy. Upon reading the letter’s cringe-worthy contents, Estela decided to have her sybian searched for hidden bugs and scrubbed down thoroughly before any use. But it wound up being a great gift, even if she eventually had to block that senator’s number.

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Lady Estela’s wrists popped apart, and felt cool with relief. Her mind snapped back into the present, and she realized that Scarlett had cut her bonds. Estela rubbed at her wrists. That had been her first time wearing a zip tie, and she already hated the things.

After several rubs, Estela looked past her hands and noticed a massive collection of what appeared to be black pantyhose on the floor. Her hostess must have gathered those up while she’d been reminiscing. Were those all Scarlett’s? Who the hell would keep a collection that large?! Before Estela could ponder any further, Scarlett stepped in front of her.

“Take your clothes off,” the gothic domme cooed with that same softness as before.

Oh my God,’ Estela whined inside her head. ‘Is she gonna use that thirsty-ass tone the whole time?

(Spoiler Alert: Yes.)

Estela frowned, snorted through her nose, and started to strip. That stupid costume was sweaty and didn’t fit her right anyways. She put zero enthusiasm into her little strip show. If anything, it resembled a tired laborer shedding his filthy clothes once he got home from a bad day at work.

Regardless, Scarlett looked pleased as hell with the end result. By contrast, she still hadn’t changed from her debut outfit, which was a red and black basque, attached to some dark stockings.

Estela wanted to say, ‘Yeah, eye it up, puta. I still have nearly ten weeks to make you regret this.’ But instead, she settled with, “So are you gonna do something, or what?”

“Oh,” Scarlett moaned, “you have no idea…”

The goth’s arms had been folded across her chest while she took in the sight of her partner. She unfolded them, and revealed one of the many pantyhose, held with one end in each hand. She brought her arms over the naked beauty-queen and pulled her in. Playtime was nigh.

Scarlett licked her crimson lips as the first pantyhose encircled Lady Estela. She tied it off, just below the breasts. A moment later, there was a second hose, tied identically above those perky, bare breasts.

Of course,’ Estela thought. ‘Of course this slut likes using pantyhose.

She sighed lightly as Scarlett took hold of her arms and crossed them behind her back. There were worse ways to be tied up. Lady Estela had restrained enough subs to know that with certainty.

The touch of the pantyhose around her wrists was smooth at first, then constricting. After pulling the knot tight, Scarlett attached another hose. She brought it around Estela’s body and lashed her wrists to the small of her back. Lady Estela hadn’t expected much, but when she finally bothered to tug on her wrists, she found that there wasn’t nearly as much give as she’d hoped. She was really tied up.

But apparently, Scarlett wanted more. She stepped in front of Estela and tied a pantyhose into a makeshift lasso. She brought the lasso below Estela’s armpit and encircled the bonds of her chest. Scarlett pulled, and her playmate immediately noticed the pantyhose tighten around her arms. The hose then went up her chest and behind her neck before coming down and ensnaring the hose below her other armpit.

The hose was stretched tight and knotted, which got a whine out of Estela. “Oww, it’s too tight!”

Scarlett responded fast. “It will slacken somewhat as you struggle. Don’t worry. Your Mistress Scarlett will take care of you.”

The mistress wrapped her arms around her subject and pulled her close. So close that Estela could smell Scarlett’s lip balm. Strawberries. How cliché.

Scarlett gently lowered towards the floor, bringing Estela with her; All while keeping their eyes locked. Estela squirmed in her bonds as her crotch came to rest on top of the cold, lifeless sybian.

The dark domme proceeded to wrap Estela’s thighs to her calves in a snug frogtie. Then, her tan ankles were tied to a pair of hooks at the rear of the sex machine. By the time Scarlett was done, the silicone phallus had warmed up to fully match Estela’s temperature.

There was still plenty of hose left over on the floor, but Scarlett didn’t want pantyhose anymore. She stood in front of Estela, and slowly pulled the long stocking from her right leg. Estela cringed. What was this woman planning to use that for?

The answer that Lady Estela feared was: mouth stuffing. That turned out to not quite be the case. Instead, Scarlett tied a simple knot near the centre of the stocking. She threw a wink and a playful grin at the bound Brazilian before rummaging through the rag pile and pulling out a toy ball. It was white and looked around eight centimetres in diameter. Scarlett slid the ball deep inside her stocking, and tied another knot behind it, trapping the humongous ball in the middle of the long fabric.

Estela saw what was coming now. She wanted to pout and groan again, but she just sat there instead, and instinctively pressed her lips tight together. Scarlett dropped to her knees and came eye-to-eye with her plaything. Her blood-red lips split open, and she beamed at Estela as she reached for her head. Estela moved away, but there was no escape. There was nothing she could do to stop her captor from… brushing her hair?

The gentleness caught Lady Estela off guard. Scarlett’s fingers ran at a snail’s pace through her silky hair with the same technique a loving mother would use to put her child to sleep. That is, until Scarlett grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled. Estela’s head snapped back and she gasped sharply.

That was all the opportunity Scarlett needed to insert her gag. Apparently, this ball was made of a soft, squishy foam. Squishy enough that despite being grossly oversized, it was able to squeeze in behind her teeth. The foam ball wanted to revert to its original shape, and expanded fast to fill up Lady Estela’s oral cavity. This proved greatly effective at silencing the supermodel, and she soon realized that she had no chance of spitting it out. Scarlett reached behind Estela’s head and tied off the ends of her stocking gag, but they both knew that the ball wasn’t going anywhere regardless.

“Hrmf.” Estela looked into her captor’s eyes with disdain, but her scowl was met with the same old playful grin.

With her hands still behind Estela’s head, Scarlett leaned in close until her breath tickled the bound beauty’s ear. She whispered: “Now, we can play…”

And then she kissed that ear. It’s graceful touch tickled Estela quite a bit, and it was the first of many kisses. The second one was much longer; on the cheek. Scarlett was migrating down her plaything’s helpless body. With one hand still cradling Estela’s head, Scarlett planted kiss after soft kiss on the bound & gagged babe’s neck.

Her other hand wandered down Estela’s body, leaving behind five little trails of shivers where her fingertips grazed the healthy, tanned skin. By the time they got to Lady Estela’s thigh, her heart had become noticeably more lively. She focused on keeping her breath down. In, and out. In, and out.

That might have worked, if Scarlett’s lips hadn’t stepped up their game to sucking. She held pressure on Estela’s neck for one or two seconds before pulling off and starting over. This is what got the first moan out of her South American toy. Of course, the gag muffled it down to a puny “Mn!

Inaudible as it was, that mewl didn’t escape Scarlett’s notice. She moved behind Estela, and assailed her neck from the other side. Her pale hands reached around, and cupped the cold breasts framed within pantyhose bondage. At first, the hands were ravenous, kneading the breasts like dough. Then, they were focused, taking Estela’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, and going to work.

And holy crap, did they do good work! The fingers twisted, pinched, and pulled, but always slow and gentle. Scarlett’s smooches pecked their way down from Estela’s neck, to her shoulder. When Scarlett reached the top of her plaything’s arm, the kisses stopped, and she ran her tongue in a long graceful lick back up to Estela’s jawline.

Mnm!” The jitters shot up and down Estela’s nude being like a momentary cold snap, and her bound hands grabbed at Scarlett’s abdomen. She didn’t mean to claw at it or anything. It was just the closest thing to holding her that Estela could do.

It was just a reflex that made her try to run her hands over Scarlett. She told herself it was muscle memory, and that made perfect sense. Usually, whenever Lady Estela was being touched like this, she would be holding her partner in some way, so it was just instinctive to try and do the same here. She couldn’t put her arms around anything, of course. They weren’t moving from their poised position behind her back.

But soon, Scarlett’s warm body pulled away, and Estela’s hands were left to dangle from their bonds. She sat there, kind of bored for a moment; when all of a sudden, the purr of an awakening motor sounded beneath her.

MMMPH!” The sybian activated, and began to rub at her womanhood. Estela was right: This machine wasn’t quite as good as hers, but it was damn close. Her body tensed up and she arched her back. She squirmed in her bonds, but she couldn’t get away from that device’s incredible touch.

And then it died… F**k…

Scarlett knelt down in front of Estela with a remote control in her hand, and that despicable f**king smirk. She reached up and pulled the ball out of Lady Estela’s mouth before asking, “Do you deserve to cum?”

“You’re such a dick,” was all Lady Estela had to say. It was all her jumbled mind could compose in that moment, and it did nothing but get a couple of giggles out of Scarlett.

The ball was reinserted. It’s makeshift stocking strap had enough stretch that Scarlett could easily remove it on a whim (If only Estela could do the same).

Scarlett dropped the remote, and her fingers began running circles around Estela’s nipples. Much like said fingers, Scarlett’s tongue stuck out and began licking Estela’s gagged lips in a circuit around her ball. Estela wasn’t sure if kissing her neck had somehow made Scarlett’s lip balm smell better, but something sure had!

The gag lick didn’t go on for long before Scarlett’s lips moved to the nipples, which by now were hard enough to cut glass. Her plump red lips formed an airtight seal around Estela’s right nipple, and she sucked it like a vacuum. Within her mouth, Scarlett’s tongue ran around Estela’s perked tit again and again. The bound dominatrix bit into her gag and squeezed her fists tight. She’d never had nipple-play quite like that before, and she would definitely be demanding it from her patrons in the future!

All the men before Scarlett who had used their mouths on Lady Estela’s tits, had made the mistake of focusing on just one, and leaving the other bored and unsatisfied; But not Scarlett. She multi-tasked, using her fingers on Estela’s other tit while caressing her leg with the second hand.

Every now and then, Scarlett would switch sides, and whenever that happened, she would blow on the nipple she’d just been suckling. It was the softest exhale, as though she were blowing bubbles. And that gentle breeze had the same effect on Estela’s wet nipples as a mint strip would have on the tip of your tongue.

Flooded with lust and frustration, it was at that point that Estela thought, ‘That does it! I’ve had enough,’ and began grinding her wet slit against the inactive sybian. She moved steady, but slow, so as not to be noticed.

It didn’t work.

Scarlett pressed a hand at the base of Estela’s belly, stopping it dead in its tracks. She rose to face her plaything, eye-to eye, and said: “Tut, tut. Not yet.”

Scarlett moved fast. She grabbed what appeared to be two wide collars from her luggage. Each of them had four D-rings. They were strapped snug around Estela’s thighs, right where they connected with her hips. Then, lengths of rope were hitched to each of the D-rings, and lashed to separate anchor points on the sybian. The ropes didn’t have nearly as much give as the pantyhose, and Estela soon found that she wasn’t even able to grind anymore. She could do nothing but sit there and be teased endlessly.

“You don’t deserve to cum yet,” Scarlett said. “Only the ones that ask nicely get to cum.”

PHHGRRMMN MPH!” Estela snarled furiously as she thrashed around.

Scarlett’s fingers began their circling routine again. She looked right at Estela and cooed, “Oh, sweetpea, that’s not how you say ‘yes, please’.”


Fhk yhh!

Scarlett didn’t respond. Her lips were already preoccupied with Lady Estela’s neck. They were occasionally joined by teeth as well now. Estela grunted incessantly into her gag, and not just because she was hotter than a fox in a forest fire. Her noises were also a natural consequence of all the frantic struggling she was now engaged in.

Scarlett had been correct. The pantyhose did let off a little once Estela began straining against it. But no matter how much she thrashed around, her arms remained at her sides, and her wrists stayed tied together. The most frustrating part was that Estela knew that she was close. She just wasn’t quite strong enough to cross the finish line and break free. How very analogous to her sexual frustration…

Not only was the helpless senhorita stuck in her bonds, but she was also powerless to escape her captors relentless teasing. Scarlett revealed yet another trick: nibbling down ever so slightly on Estela’s erect nipples, then twisting her head. Estela’s tit ran through Scarlett’s teeth like a zipper, and it generated an intense heat that spread out from Estela’s chest like an inferno.

MMNNM!” Estela flailed her head back and forth, and shook her body around as much as her bonds would allow. Anything to shake off that kinky devil! Strands of hair clung to her face, and she realized that she was covered in sweat.

And then there was nothing. No more contact. No more sensations. Estela sat there, quivering on every exhale.

She made a little gasp and flinched when she felt something graze her head. It was Scarlett, brushing the damp hair over Estela’s ear. They were face-to-face once again; and once again, the gag was pulled from Estela’s mouth. It hung around her ravaged neck, just above her pounding heart.

“Do you deserve to cum?”

Estela’s conflicting desires clashed in her head, and over the course of three shallow breaths, a victor emerged.

"...Yes, please."

The next thing she knew, they were pressed tight against each other. Their breasts squished together, and with the sybian’s remote in hand, Scarlett threw her arms around Estela’s neck like a prom date on the dance floor.

“There’s a good girl…”

Those were Scarlett’s final words. The last thing she said before leaning in and kissing her plaything over and over. Estela couldn’t complain. It was no surprise at all that this sex demon was a terrific French kisser.

From beneath Lady Estela, the sybian roared to life.
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I've just started reading this story.but I must say, the delivery of the story as a legit reality show, and the involvement of the readers makes this an excellent read!
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The clear imagery and wonderfully crafted characters and action of this criminally under subscribed tale, never fail to delight.

Thank you for this wonderful story [mention] Tom_Yi[/mention]
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Not only is this tremendous, but what a wonderful idea for a F/F story. Bravo.
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Thank you everyone for the replies! I'm on a bit of a break rn, but your feedback has sent a clear signal that y'all want more!

I'm busy for a little bit yet, but rest assured: More is on the way!
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I'm thrilled to see this story gaining momentum with the readership and comments!
Well done [mention]TomYi[/mention]!

Your continued efforts and the time you're putting into Alpha Domme is definitely paying off!
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Episode 1 - Part 2:


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“Let me say: If this first encounter
of mine is any indication of what I’m
up against, I think I’ll be just fine.”





- from the video log of Madame Muse





It was the cold that stirred the seasoned madam from her sleep. One might think that being handcuffed would have done the trick; but instead, it was the cold air enveloping her bare feet that broke the sandman’s spell. One way or another, Madame Muse stirred from her deep sleep in the middle of the night, and quickly recognized that familiar pinch on her wrists.

Her eyes creaked open, and she found that she could still see. Her mouth took in a shallow breath, and she found that she wasn’t gagged. In fact, apart from the pajamas which she had fallen asleep in, the handcuffs were the only thing that she wore. Not for long, though. She could feel a lining of faux fur embracing her left ankle.

As her drowsy eyes adjusted, Muse’s captor came into focus. Velvette! She was still dressed in that black jacket and ripped jeans that she had worn for the premier, and she kneeled at the foot of Muse’s bed, fastening a red and black ankle cuff. The buckle’s prong had already slid into the second last hole when Velvette noticed that her victim’s eyes were now open.

The nighttime invader snorted, apparently not bothered at all by her discovery. “Morning, bitch.”

Anyone looking at Madame Muse might have thought that she was still half asleep, but she had already snapped into action. Her first thought had been to curse herself for not bolting the door shut before bedtime. A clear mistake on her part. The second thought, was her attire. The madam from Sin City wore a set of magenta satin pajamas with long pants, and long sleeves. Those sleeves were important, because Muse had had some special little pockets sewn into the cuffs. Pockets that contained her ticket out of those handcuffs…

Muse had actually practiced this dozens of times before ever even signing up for this show. She was able to pull the lockpick out of her sleeve in less than two seconds, but she saw that Velvette had brought out some chains and carabiners. Crap. If she was planning to use those on Muse’s ankles, then she might just be able to latch them on before Muse could unlock her cuffs. A distraction was needed.

“Who are you,” Madame Muse moaned with a feigned drowsiness.

“Shut up,” Velvette snapped.

That response was discouraging. Her captor clearly wasn’t interested in conversation, but Muse was willing to give it another go. “What are you doing here?”

Velvette rolled her eyes as though she’d just heard the dumbest question ever asked. She latched another carabiner, and in doing so, effectively chained her victim’s ankle to the bed frame. It was then that she finally spoke up. “Take a wild guess, Einstei-- What the?!

Muse cursed under her breath. Velvette had looked in the wrong place at the wrong time, and seen the madam pull her arms free. In more favorable circumstances, Muse could have capitalized on this situation; But now, her biggest concern was stashing her lockpick away before her captor could see it.

Velvette shot her hands down at Muse like an eagle diving for a fish. “Think you’re f**king slippery, do ya?”

She grabbed Muse’s hand, which still had a pair of black handcuffs hanging from it, and frantically reapplied the cuffs to an iron bar at the head of the bed. She reached for a duffle bag at the edge of the bed and brought out a leather cuff that matched the one holding Muse’s ankle. She launched herself at Muse’s free hand as though it had its thumb on a bomb trigger, and seized it.

Muse could hear Velvette’s breath deepening, and it brought her some satisfaction. She discreetly brought back her lockpick, and got to work while Velvette strapped the cuff on.

“If I ever catch you trying to pull some sh*t like that again, there’s gonna be serious f**king trouble,” Velvet snarled.

Not one moment had passed before Madame Muse tapped Velvette on the shoulder with her freshly freed hand and cooed, “There’s trouble.”

Velvette’s head snapped around, and Muse gave her a cheeky wave. The unlocked cuffs jingled like a bell from her wrist as she did so. The astonishment crossed Velvette’s face for only an instant, but still Muse caught sight of it, and found it extremely amusing. Cute, even.

She could have tried to turn the tables at this point, but that was an uphill battle. Especially with one ankle secured to the bed frame. No… she had another idea now, and it was already going fairly well.

“Jeezus Chr--,” Velvette stammered, red in the face. “Stay down, you c**t!”

She forced Muse’s wrists behind her back and cuffed them (again) before rummaging through her bag. She moved at a scrambling pace to retrieve a roll of black tape; but even so, by the time she had found her next item, her would be captive had freed herself once again.

“F**k right off,” Velvette snapped as she got on top of Muse and pulled the tape open. “You think I’m messing around?

Madame Muse had always strived for professionalism, but she couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear and chirp, “Well, one of us is. You doing alright back there?”

“Shut the f**k up,” Velvette snapped. The unfurling tape growled over her oh so witty banter, but Muse still caught the little choke in Velvette’s voice. She was panicking.

But the sleeping beauty wasn’t lucky enough for her captor’s panic to translate into carelessness. In fact, Velvette made her first decently smart move, and wrapped the tape around Muse’s elbows. The madam may have been older, but her flexibility was still something to envy, and her elbows touched easily. Velvette kept on wrapping all the way down to the wrists.

This one was going to be tricky, but Muse had an idea or two. While the tape was circling down her arms, she had done her best to put some space between her forearms. Obviously, that was easier said than done, but she still managed to get herself a bit of wiggle room. It wasn’t much, but with sleeves of smooth satin separating her skin from the tape, that was all she needed. As Velvette shuffled back to the foot of the bed, Muse began to wiggle.

Any other domme might have started taunting or degrading their sub at this point, but Velvette just rushed to get Muse’s other ankle tied up. It was as if part of her knew that she wasn’t out of the woods just yet. Whatever part that was, it was correct.

No sooner had Velvette gotten both feet chained up, did the matching leather wrist cuff come soaring through the air and bounce off of her shaved head. The kinky tomboy spun around to look where the cuff had been thrown from, and was noticeably stunned by what she saw. Madame Muse was sitting there, bare-breasted on the bed with an extremely playful grin on her face. Her unbuttoned satin top was lying beside her, with the sleeves still wrapped in tape.

“Oh, for f**k sake,” Velvette cried as she chucked the leather wrist cuff across the room in a fit of rage. “You’re a freak!”

Muse’s hands pressed over her face and she let out a long wheeze. This was hysterical! Velvette grabbed Muse’s right hand, much rougher than before, but the madam didn’t care one bit. Muse just kept her other hand on her brow while she cackled away.

Velvette slammed Muse’s wrist against the bed frame’s ornate head and aggressively wrapped it in tape. Muse could’ve kept on indulging her inner brat, but that armbinder escape was priceless, and she doubted that she could top that with any further escapes. As she got her laughter under control, she felt her fingers being wrapped in tape.

Her other hand was pulled from her face, which still bared a euphoric smile, and after a minute, she had been taped into a messy spreadeagle. The cuffs on her ankles didn’t match the tape on her wrists at all, and the bed was littered with strips of discarded tape that her captor had accidentally gotten stuck together along the way. It was a messy, ugly hodgepodge, but it would work. Madame Muse had no more tricks up her sleeves.

“Think you’re being f**king funny by acting like some wrinkly redhead Houdini,” Velvette sneered, finally comfortable with taking the time to mock her victim. “Well guess what: No one’s laughing anymore, you whore!”

Muse opened up to laugh some more in defiance, but Velvette was quick to shove a sponge in her mouth. The timing was good, and it was the first move she’d done that Muse actually respected. But Velvette wasn’t done. She took what was left of the tape roll and wrapped it over Muse’s lips and around her head two times, not bothering to move her hair. The tearing off at the end was sloppy, and Muse figured that her gag didn’t look all that attractive.

“I warned you about trying to escape,” Velvette yelled. “I warned you that there’d be trouble, but you had to be a dumb little sh*t!”

The dominant tomboy pulled a flogger from her bag. It had a red and black pattern that matched Muse’s ankle cuffs. Had everything gone according to Velvette’s plan, it might have matched her wrist cuffs. “Well, now you’re gonna pay. You’re gonna learn that your biggest mistake was even thinking that you could get away from me!”

Nice attempt at salvaging your image,’ Muse thought, ‘but you’re way too late.

Velvette’s raging frustration could be seen from space, and Muse knew that she was in for a beating. Velvette would surely try to come out on top with some serious sadism, but Muse didn’t care. The seasoned veteran had been on either end of the whip plenty of times, and she could take it.

And besides, it was already over. Madame Muse had won. She had won the instant her opponent had let her exacerbation show. She’d made a laughing stock out of Velvette for the whole world to see, and no amount of punishment was going to undo that.

As Velvette wound up for the cameras, Muse nestled her head into the pillow, and patiently waited for the first strike.
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Another great chapter! As someone who likes escapology, I loved the addition of Muse's little Houdini tricks. Well done!
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I really enjoyed this chapter. Madame Muse owned Velvette despite being the one tied up. Just goes to show, it takes more than rope to dominate.
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“I don’t regret shit! That fat bitch
had it coming. All of it! Maybe now
she’ll smarten up, and learn that I
am the real motherf**king deal.”





- from the video log of Jynx the Mynx





Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. Now I’ve done it!

Jynx the Mynx resisted the urge to pace back and forth in her room. She hadn’t gone to bed with pleasant thoughts, and she hadn’t woken up with them either. She f**ked up. She f**ked up big time.

Icy Fyre was her first shot at flexing for the camera, and it ended in tears. Disastrous tears. Off-camera, the Mynx had spent that entire evening trying not to freak out. Trying to find a justification for how she’d handled things.

That sh*t is normal,’ Jynx had told herself. ‘The old ‘cry uncle’ routine is beginner stuff. People ask me to beat them harder than that all the time!

That bitch had asked for it. No one in their right mind would have defied Jynx the Mynx like that and not expected severe punishment. Hell, she probably did that sh*t on purpose. Icy couldn’t win fairly, so she tried to manipulate Jynx into looking like a short-fuse fool. Well… that’s probably what she did.

But the more excuses she found, the more certain she was that Bee Devine wouldn’t see it the same way. Icy wasn’t some submissive client, and she sure as sh*t wasn’t no masochist. And Jynx already knew how insane she would sound if she tried to blame it all on evil, manipulative, Icy Fyre.

Besides, Jynx knew that that wasn’t the real problem anyway. She’d lost her cool, and the damage that would do to her image was a whole other can of worms.

There weren’t many things in this world that scared Jynx the Mynx, but Bee Devine’s wrath was one of them. If anyone ever talked sh*t to her in the past, Jynx could just hit back twice as hard. But if she even thought of pulling that on the Queen Bee, it would cost her a hundred thousand dollars!

It was her second day in Dungeon Devine, and already Jynx felt as though her days were numbered. Bee Devine’s reckoning was as certain and inevitable as the next sunset!

She had to relax. There was no changing something that was already done. When Goddess Devine came for her, Jynx would say or do whatever she had to in order to stay in the game. Until then, she needed to own it. Don’t let anyone know that something’s bothering her. Remorse was exactly the kind of weakness that she needed to avoid showing right now.

She needed to hit the gym. That was it. Gyms had always been like sanctuaries for Jynx’s mind. There, she could always shrug off whatever discomforting thoughts or bad memories were plaguing her mind, and focus.

Jynx tied her hair in a tight ponytail and slipped into some gray leggings, a matching sports bra, and her favourite training shoes. In another world, Jynx might have brought an MP3 player along, but in Dungeon Devine, that wouldn’t fly. She had to keep her head on a swivel in case someone tried to jump her in the middle of a workout. Which brought up a whole new question: ‘What do I do if that does happen?

Jynx thought about it for a moment before retrieving her gym bag. Theoretically, it wasn’t of much use to her when her room was just down the hall from the gym. However, Jynx realized that during her stay here, the gym bag would serve an extra purpose. She would have to make a stop in the playroom before her workout…

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It was a damn good gym. Jynx’s favorite machines were all there, and they were all pristine. No cracked upholstery, no jammed rails, and no lost pins. Within seconds of laying eyes on it, the ebony queen had known that she’d be spending a whole lot of time here.

Jynx had been focusing on the upper body for weeks before coming on the show, and she figured it was time to mix up the routine again. It would help keep her gains from dropping off. She’d be hitting the leg presses for sure. Maybe some cardio too. But one way or another, stretching was always crucial…

Once she’d gotten the basic stretches out of the way, Jynx stepped it up a bit, and moved to the TRX straps. Perhaps being brand new wasn’t always a good thing. Those damn yellow straps seriously needed to be broken in. Still, Jynx maneuvered masterfully with them.

She had just gotten in a good amount of pike presses, and was transitioning to side planks when she saw the door swinging open. Jynx stopped dead in her tracks. It was that blonde snake again. Citrine!

By the looks of it, Citrine had the same agenda as Jynx. Her hair was tied in a bun, and she wore a similar outfit to Jynx, although Citrine’s clothes were black with green accents. Jynx was relieved to see that she wasn’t the only one that didn’t plan on staying in latex from start to finish. Anyone who expected that was out of their damn minds! There wasn’t enough oil in the world to keep all those outfits nice and shiny for ten weeks straight. Never mind the sheer discomfort of it all.

Jynx was down low. Citrine would no doubt see someone on the TRXs, but maybe she couldn’t see who it was just yet. Jynx slipped out of the straps, and stayed down. “C’mon, bitch,” she whispered beneath her breath. “Keep on coming...”

Citrine paused, but not for long. She moved towards the bikes, and Jynx cheered internally. That bitch was far enough from the door that Jynx could catch her before she could run. The muscular domina slowly slid her hand into her gym bag, which had never left her side, and withdrew a pair of handcuffs. She tucked them into her waistband behind her back. It was time to make her move.

“Hey, gurl,” Jynx stood up and approached Citrine. “Where you been?”

Citrine didn’t look startled. Not at all. She did look worried though, and by the looks of it, that blonde bitch knew that this was going to happen sooner or later. “Ah, good. It’s you.”

“Been lookin’ for me,” Jynx asked as she marched on, “cuz I’ve been lookin’ for you.”

“As a matter of fact, I have,” Citrine responded, clearly not telling the truth. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I mean, can you really blame me for seizing the moment like that?”

“Nah, girl,” Jynx smiled. “Can you blame me for getting back at you?”

“Well, y-yes I can,” Citrine stammered. The distance between them had closed quite a bit. “Sure, we can keep going back and forth like this until everyone’s sick of it, but I think we’re missing an oppor-- H-Hey!”

Jynx didn’t bother with the cuffs just yet. She just grabbed Citrine’s arm and pulled. It was hard for Jynx to believe that this white hoe had gotten the best of her yesterday, because she had no fight in her at all right now. At least Icy had fought to the bitter end.

Citrine, on the other hand, was practically walking along with Jynx. She was more interested in trying to talk her way out of this one. “Don’t overeact!” “You’ll make too many enemies.” “We can help each other!” All that pathetic lip flapping was – as far as Jynx was concerned – the same thing as begging for mercy.

It wouldn’t do her any good.

Citrine was hauled over to her destination: the bench press. Jynx threw her down forcefully onto its bench, and opened up the handcuffs. It was at that point that Citrine finally got it through her head that she couldn’t negotiate her way out of this one. She tried to kick her attacker away, but she telegraphed her moves way too much, and Jynx was able to dodge with no problem.

Now it was Jynx’s turn to talk.

“Oh-hoooh, so you actually got some fight in you after all,” Jynx taunted. “Too bad you didn’t try that earlier. If them legs ran as fast as that mouth, then you might’ve got away. Instead, you had to act like some diplomat as if you had anything to offer Jynx the Mynx. Bitch, I am a motherf**king beast! I’m the only bondage wrestler that VeVe Lane’s never beat, and you think you’ve got anything that I don’t already got?! Give your head a shake!”

Jynx worked as she spoke, and with very deliberate action. She clicked the cuffs onto Citrine’s wrist and went down fast. With Mistress Citrine lying face-up on the padded bench, her arms were forced below her back and handcuffed together.

Citrine’s arms were wrapped around the bench with no way out, and she knew it. And so, she spoke again. Jynx, of course, wanted none of it, and she knew just what to do about it. The Mynx grabbed hold of her victim’s legs, and tore her training shoes off, one after the other. Citrine was also wearing a pair of black ankle socks, and some black panties beneath her leggings. All of them were removed.

“Listen to me! I can-- No! Don’t! Mmn!”

Jynx chose to go with the socks, balling them up together and shoving them inside Citrine’s diarrheic mouth. Citrine thrashed her head around, but couldn’t get away. To keep them in place, Jynx used the black and green leggings as a cleave gag. It had a really ugly knot, but that was okay. It was only temporary…

With her captive now bound and gagged, Jynx the Mynx went back to her gym bag, and brought it back to the bench press. Hemp rope was the first thing she applied, but not for what you might expect. Jynx took a pair of shorter strands, and securely lashed the weights in place on the rack. The last thing she needed was the bar slipping off and falling on Citrine.

“Anyone who thinks they can cross me, and get off with nothing but words, is a damn fool! I am a goddamn warrior! Get on my bad side, and you better be ready for some hard ass pain, girl!”

Her next move was to grab Mistress Citrine’s feet and pull her down to the end of the bench. Now, her chest and head were the only part of her body still supported. It would stay that way too, thanks to the tight chest harness Jynx tied up around both Citrine and the bench.

Even with a gag in her mouth, Citrine couldn’t help but yack on and on. Jynx couldn’t blame her this time though. Anyone would have something to say when they saw Jynx’s next item from her bag. In her hands, Jynx the Mynx brandished a thick, twelve-inch, strap-on dildo.

“Mmn! NNNPH! NHH!” Citrine struggled aggressively against her bonds and crossed her legs.

Jynx simply laughed and said, “Oh hunny, I think you’ve got the wrong idea…”
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Another fine installment!! And to think, we are still only on episode 1, part 2 :D
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“I’ve got work to do at Dungeon
Devine, and it can’t wait. It’s time
to settle the score with that hoe!”





- from the video log of Icy Fyre






Today was going to be different.

Today was going to be better.

Today, Icy Fyre was going to get back on top, where she belonged!

She still felt like crap, but the pain was strongest in her mind. Unpacking hadn’t taken her mind off of Jynx. Not even sleep could do that. All throughout the night, she’d tossed and turned as her mind swirled with the humiliating memory of Jynx the Mynx.

And from that memory, there came loathsome thoughts. Day One couldn’t have gone worse! That boulder-shouldered bitch had probably laughed herself to sleep. She was probably still laughing. Hell, Jynx probably figured that she could roll over anyone after her encounter with Icy Fyre.

This could not go unpunished. Icy had spent months working her ass off to earn a reputation, and make herself known. So much blood, sweat, and tears had gone into making her haters eat their words, and proving herself as a goddess.

And Jynx the Mynx had undone all of that in less than an hour.

She’d made a mockery of Icy, and the curvy queen knew in her heart that if she was ever going to come out on top, she’d have to start by striking back, and hard. This was more than revenge. This was redemption. Retribution! Jynx was going to pay!

The plan was simple. That bitch was obviously a gym rat, and would undoubtedly spend most of her time in the gym. Exercise like that was bound to leave Jynx tired and sore, and that was when Icy would strike. It had worked for Mistress Citrine, and there’s no reason it couldn’t work for Icy Fyre as well.

If anything, Icy was even more likely to succeed. Jynx may be the strongest, but second place surely belonged to Icy Fyre. She was stronger than she looked, and once that muscle-head hoe was sent home, there’d be no one to oppose her. Jynx needed to be put down, and hard.

She had already seen Jynx leave her room, but was fairly certain Jynx hadn’t seen her. She’d bitch had been dressed for a workout, and that was some time ago. It wouldn’t be long for it was time to strike.

Icy was ready for war, and so she had to dress the part. She decided on a leather leotard of hers with a very low V-neck. It allowed the most freedom of movement while still owning the ‘dominatrix’ look. That top was a good start, but Icy’s outfit ran into some problems when she remembered the advantage of footwear. As a pro dominatrix, Icy could rock the tallest heels any day of the week, but she wasn’t about to overpower Jynx the Mynx with five inches beneath her feet.

If it were up all up to Icy, she’d embark on her mission with fluffy slippers. That would feel nice on her stinging soles. Sadly, that wouldn’t look good for the cameras whatsoever. In the end, that leather leotard and some light makeup were the only thing Icy Fyre would wear. But the outfit was just the start of her preparations…

Her unpacking had left her with some empty suitcases, and even though she was all moved in, those suitcases were far from done with their job. She grabbed a medium sized one with wheels, and rolled out towards the playroom.

No matter how many times Icy visited the playroom, she always felt like a kid at a candy store. The vast arsenal of tools presented so many possibilities, and all kinds of fantasies competed in her head. She needed something humiliating; Something that was equal parts punishing and degrading…

A sweaty gym sock gag! Perfect! It achieved Icy’s desires, and capitalized on the setting to boot. She packed up a roll of glossy black tape to complete the gag. But what bindings should accompany it? Handcuffs were the first thing she grabbed. They were the easiest restraint to apply to a struggling victim, but once Jynx was subdued, Icy was free to choose whatever she wanted to finish with.

She decided on a leather armbinder. But this armbinder wasn’t like the monoglove model everyone knew and loved. It was a square armbinder, and was designed to hold the wearer’s arms in a boxtie position by lacing them up in a bag. This bag had a deceptively small hole that the wearer’s body would fit in, and an opening in the top that would zip up around the neck and keep the armbinder securely in place. Once that was done, it would be laced up, and her arms would be trapped for good.

Icy had never gotten to use equipment like that before, but she was well familiar with the concept. During her early days, she had used the same principle to box in her subs’ arms with motel pillow cases. That was cheap and resourceful, but Icy had to keep a hand on the pillow case at all times for it to work. This was the real deal. Once she had Jynx stuck in this armbinder, she’d have no hope of escape.

But icy wasn’t done there. She hadn’t forgotten about the legs, and she picked out something that matched the armbinder impeccably. A lace-up hobble skirt that would extend from Jynx’s waist to her ankles. It made for a great look, and could even be equipped with a belt to keep it from sliding down.

That was everything Icy needed to keep Jynx at her mercy, but her suitcase had plenty more room, and it was always better to be safe than sorry. Especially in the sex industry.

She threw in an assortment of leather straps and a collar as well. On top of that, she packed every torture toy she could think of. Floggers, clamps, butt plugs, the whole works! There was no way she was going to use every one of those items, but Icy just couldn’t decide what to throw away. Every single toy spawned a sadistic fantasy in Icy’s head, and she became uncontrollably excited. It was enough to make her forget about the pain that she still walked with.

With everything now ready, Icy hustled on over to the gym’s entrance. She wanted to stand by and listen, but hopefully not for too long. Icy checked the clock. By now Jynx had probably worked herself into a nice, tiresome sweat.

She pressed her ear to the door, and couldn’t hear any machinery. What she did hear was far off, and hard to make out. Sadly, she didn’t get much time to listen before company arrived.

It was Velvette, and she didn’t look pleased at all. She entered from the dormitories, and stomped towards the nearest workstation like a UFC fighter on his way to the octagon. She didn’t seem to notice Icy at first, but it wouldn’t be long before their eyes met. That would be awkward at best, and confrontational at worst (and Velvette was looking pretty damn confrontational).

An altercation with her was something Icy could do without. Jynx was the target. No one else before her. Damn that Velvette! Icy’s hand was forced, and it was time to move.

Whatever,’ Icy thought as she shoved open the door and made her entrance in the gym, ‘I’m ready for her anyways.

Oh how wrong she was. At least, she wasn’t ready for what she saw.

Jynx was not sweating at one of the machines. Instead, she was standing over the blonde woman from yesterday. Mistress Citrine. Icy knew the name now from the label on Citrine’s door in the dormitory. Jynx had a flogger in her hand and was going to town on Citrine’s ass. The sight of that blonde vulture getting her comeuppance might have pleased Icy on a normal day, but with Jynx on top, it only brought back painful memories.

Citrine couldn’t do much to get away from Jynx. Her chest was tied to the bench press with rope, and her ankles were tied separately to either end of the weights on the attached rack. This peculiar choice of rope bondage left Citrine’s body bent right around like the letter J. She was remarkably flexible to be able to hold that position, even if she was being forced to hold it.

But most extraordinary was Citrine’s gag. Icy had to look twice, but once she wrapped her mind around it, she immediately wished she had thought of it herself. Secured around Citrine’s groin was a green strap-on dildo. And it was long. Long enough that with Citrine’s body folded the way it was, the dildo’s end had found its way deep into Citrine’s throat. Some duct tape wrapped around her forehead kept her from turning her head away, and she was left effectively stuck with some sort of ‘suck your own dick’ gag.

It was one hell of a sight. So much so that Icy forgot to look macho and threatening. She just couldn’t help but gawk. Jynx looked up from her work, and the sight of her despicable face snapped Icy back into the game.

They locked eyes, and Icy began her march into battle. Jynx didn’t look nearly as tired as Icy had planned, but that was irrelevant now. There was no turning back.

The Mynx raised her arms, inviting a fight, and taunted: “Awe, shit! Look who’s late to the party…”
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“How was I supposed to know
that old hag was slipperier than
a f**kin’ eel? Next time will be
different. Mark my words!”





- from the video log of Velvette






The distinct clap of a door being shoved open caused Velvette to spin away from the workstation. Her eye just caught Icy Fyre on her way out the door. Was she running away? More likely, she was just leaving, having done the same thing Velvette was now doing: preparing.

That stunt with Madame Muse had started off so well, only to go wrong so fast. It was like grabbing the best plushie in the claw machine, only for it to fall out of the claw’s grip at the worst possible time. And then, it had been like spending two whole rows of quarters trying to get it back.

You won.’ That was the line that Velvette had told herself over and over. ‘In the end, you won.

It sure didn’t feel that way though. She hadn’t even been able to smack the smug grin off of Muse’s stupid face! That session had been on Velvette’s mind ever since, and the more she looked back on it, the more it just felt like a failure. In fact, Velvette couldn’t help but feel that she had gotten off lucky. By the skin of her teeth, as a matter of fact. It was one thing for that hag to make her rigging a living hell, but if Muse had managed to actually turn the tables, that would have ruined her!

She could never admit that though. Her image and her reputation were everything. She had to hold on to them, even if she was the last woman the world to believe it.

In the hours following the incident, Velvette had brainstormed her next move. That hadn’t been easy in her exasperated state, but the thought process was still straightforward: ‘What would McKay do?

She was referring to Melvin McKay. He was an old classmate from grade six, and he was a bully. That was all anyone knew him as. Hell, if they had merit badges for bullying, then young Mel McKay would have had a full sash. He steamrolled anyone that crossed his path, and cussed as though he had just discovered the bad words yesterday.

Mckay had always left Velvette and her group of friends alone, instead preying on the loners and the weaklings. Velvette had always felt so sorry for his victims, but had never found it in herself to take any action on it. Looking back on it, she kind of felt sorry for him too.

McKay was only around for one year, and Velvette didn’t really care to know what had become of him, but his memory had stuck with her. And more recently, it had become a model for her work. What a mind-boggling twist that fifteen years later, Velvette would find herself in the business of treating grown adults the same way McKay had treated the kids at school.

So, what would McKay do? Well… he probably wouldn’t try to go back for round two. Instead, he’d take it out on someone else. Someone weaker than him. After some time, Velvette had resolved to more or less just stay the course.

The original plan had been to establish herself with a display of power. That obviously hadn’t worked out. So now, she was just going to move on to someone else. Someone weaker. Probably Miki, or Lady Estela, or maybe Queen Vasilka. Whichever one crossed her path first.

Once she was fully equipped, Velvet slammed the drawers shut, and hard. That was only partially for show. She really was in a bad mood. So much so that she slammed the drawer too hard, and it bounced back open. Velvette stormed off, pretending not to notice; but in truth, that puny detail bothered her a lot. She found it reminiscent of the fiasco with Madame Muse. Things just weren’t going her way.

She tried to focus, and thought: ‘You’ll do better next time, girl. Make this one count.

Velvette walked right across the dormitories; never stopping, and never running into a single soul. She just kept on marching as though she had a specific destination in mind. That was more or less the image she wanted the cameras to record. The next thing she knew, she was approaching the door to the courtyard. Velvette drew a deep but hidden breath, knowing that her next challenge was more than likely on the other side, and shoved her way through.

Estela. Lady Estela was the closest person. The next target.

The Latina lady shot her head up from the lawn chair she’d been reclined in. She was about sixteen feet away; and from the looks of it, she’d just been lounging there with some cocktail. All that was left now was an empty glass. Estela was wearing glittery gold sandals and some jean shorts, with a yellow shoulderless crop top. The sleeves of which were little more than armbands.

She was dressed like a tourist, gone to Miami for spring break. This greatly contrasted Velvette’s choice of clothes, which was a pair of black jeans, a white Hatebreed t-shirt beneath a black leather vest, and a roll of tape on each wrist. The tape rolls were Velvette’s favourite little touch. They were like the dominatrix equivalent of an action hero’s bandolier, and she pulled one off her right wrist as she walked straight towards Estela.

Velvette had trouble written all over her, but Estela didn’t seem worried. If anything, she looked irritated. The bronze-skinned beauty waved a hand at Velvette and said, “Ey, don’t you see I am occupied? Go bother someone else.”

The sheer audacity of that woman caught Velvette by surprise, but it also fueled her anger. She was not about to be dismissed like that. “Get up,” was all she said before grabbing Estela by the arm and yanking her up.

“AYE,” Estela cried as she jerked out of her seat. That was the only word Velvette understood. Estela had plenty more to say, but the rest of it was a motor-mouthed outpouring of what seemed to be Portuguese profanity.

Velvette didn’t care what was being said, or in what language. She just wanted to get the next part over with, and fast. She pulled Estela’s arms behind her back, and began to unfurl the tape.

The first two wraps were a mindless scramble. Velvette actually had tunnel vision on Estela’s wrists. She couldn’t allow history to repeat itself. Not now!

It wasn’t until she’d wound the tape around those wrists five times that Velvette actually slowed down enough to realize that it had really been that simple. Lady Estela certainly had her verbal objections to this kind of treatment, but her physical resistance was minimal.

Velvette was equal parts amazed and delighted by how things were going. If only every encounter was like this in the future. This beauty queen was all bark, and no bite. And Velvette had just the thing to deal with barks…

Estela finally shut up when Velvette pulled a black ring gag out of her vest pocket. Not only did she pipe down, but she clenched her jaw shut. Velvette knew this routine, and Estela probably did too. The nose would be pinched shut and Estela would be forced to breathe through her mouth. But Velvette had a better idea…

SLAP

The back of her hand connected with Estela’s cheek. Hard enough to twist her head to the side. Estela’s eyes turned to meet with Velvette’s and they fired up with pure spite. More importantly, her jaw dropped down in an astonished gasp. Just the opening Velvette needed.

Getting the ring between Estela’s teeth wound up being the easy part. Estela thrashed her head around, like a wild animal. Unlike a wild animal though, she gave up in less than a minute. Velvette displayed equal determination to strap the gag tight, and that was apparently all it took.

“UUCK,” Estela growled as Velvette got buckled the strap on. “Thhts tuh thht!”

For the first time since her arrival, Velvette felt proud. She’d bagged herself a nice catch, and it was time to reap the rewards. Her lips curled into a smile, and she said, “Keep talking, bitch. You sound so much better with a gag on.”

Estela snarled, seeming to realize how counterproductive her protests were. Still, she couldn’t help herself, and let out several gargled complaints as Velvette took her arm and led her away.
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“Whoever that was may
have known her sh*t, but
that whole approach was
completely unnecessary.”





- from the video log of Scarlett






Perhaps she would take her future victims back to their own rooms. Perhaps she could spend her nights there too. That wouldn’t be so bad. Even if she was the one tied to the bed, it would probably still be more fun than staying in her own room.

It was just so barren. But that much was to be expected. It’s not like they were going to give her a room the same size as the cargo van she was used to bunking in. Hell, the bed was twice as large as the free space she was used to.

Sure, it was liberating. At first, Scarlett had nothing but appreciation for all of the room she now had to stand up and move around. But when she woke up this morning, it just felt foreign. It reminded her more of her old hookups’ pads than her own, so much so that her first thought was that she’d overstayed her welcome.

Had she really been on the road for so long that a real bed and wall outlets had become unfamiliar? Hats off to that old Ford Transit of hers. It had outlasted her own conditioning.

She had to get out of that room. Get out and fill someone else’s space. Once she’d gotten herself all dressed up, there’d be no reason to remain sulking alone in her room. She had to get out there and have herself some fun! If she did a good enough job of that, then maybe she’d find that prize money in her grasp. Then maybe she could start getting used to wide, soft beds.

She put on some lingerie first. Nothing fancy. Just a lacy black bra and panties. Then, she applied the makeup to match. Heavy eyeliner, long lashes, red lips, the usual look. It went well with her underwear. A brief inspection in the mirror revealed that much. She wouldn’t mind wearing this for the cameras during her next session.

Now, what to wear over it until then? Scarlett turned to her closet as she pondered on that. She wanted something that she could strip off relatively easily during the foreplay. Definitely should add some wristbands so she can still look goth while wearing nothing but--

Darkness.

Scarlett never heard her door opening, but she heard it shut. The click of its latch was synchronized perfectly with the click of the nearby light switch. She spun around towards the door, but naturally saw nothing. She did hear something though. Someone...

Scarlett wasn’t alone. Whoever was in the room with her was light on her feet, but the footsteps became more and more apparent as they drew near. Scarlett bolted for the door. Her eyes weren’t adjusted one bit, and getting the lights back on was her only hope of accomplishing anything.

From somewhere in the darkness, someone struck. Either this stranger could see better in the dark, or she was just good at predicting the next move. Scarlett didn’t make it three steps before someone’s leg swept her feet out from beneath her. It hadn’t been an excellent leg sweep, however, and Scarlett was still able to land on her hands and knees.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to get back up before the attacker was on her. Scarlett only ever felt two hands, and for a brief moment, the hands simply grasped at her over and over, as though they were searching for something.

Scarlett realized that this uninvited guest was just trying to see with her hands, and she realized too late. The next thing she knew, she could feel something stiff and hot pressing down on her neck. An arm. Another arm slid beneath her right arm, and just like that, her breath had been cut off.

The warmth of an excited body enveloped Scarlett’s back, and a pair of legs wrapped tight around her stomach. An immense weight suddenly came down on her back, and she hit the floor with a deep thud. The impact hurt Scarlett, and surely it hurt the other one too, but their grip only tightened. She still couldn’t see how her attacker’s grapple had come together, but there was no mistaking it; She was in a chokehold!

This was a nightmare. Literally every sex worker’s worst nightmare. Scarlett was overcome with terror, and began to panic. She kicked with her feet but didn’t make contact with anything. One more reason to not like wide open spaces. She found that her right arm was surprisingly immobile, and her left arm was pinned beneath her body.

After a moment, she was able to pull her arm free, and began grasping in the dark for something. She found nothing. She tried to pull the arm off of her neck and found no success there either. This was bad. Every second she spent struggling in vain was one more second without air, and that was terrifying.

Forgetting about whatever Bee Devine might say, Scarlett tried to claw at her attacker. Anything to get her off. Sadly, all her nails found was tough leather; Even after she found her attacker’s head.

The cameras were all equipped to film in the darkness, but Scarlett’s eyes never got the chance to adjust. She never saw her vision blurring, or the edges of her sight fading to black. She simply heard everything grow more distant, and felt herself grow weaker. Then, she felt nothing…

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Scarlett’s sense of touch was the first thing to return, followed by hearing, taste, and smell. But for some frightening reason, she never got her vision back.

The feelings returned the same way they had left: transitioning slowly back from a faint, distant, sense. She felt something tugging lightly on her. Then, she felt herself being grabbed somewhere. Maybe the arms? Yeah, definitely the arms. They were pulled somewhere tense. Somewhere that made her shoulders feel uncomfortable.

The feelings drew closer, and became clearer. She now recognized the grip of rope around her arms, and realized that the tugging sensation was a knot being pulled tight. The gravity of the situation might have donned on her at that point, but Scarlett’s oxygen-deprived head was almost too groggy to care.

She tried to move, expecting little more than a sluggish shifting, but she apparently couldn’t even manage that. Her ankles were tied up too. She could feel that now. She couldn’t have been out for very long at all, but her captor was working so fast, and with such deliberate movements. Who was she, and how could she do that in pure darkness? Scarlett wouldn’t be able to achieve that kind of speed on the best of days. Unless of course… she wasn’t really in the dark anymore.

The drowsiness and the throbbing headache stuck around for a while, but through all that, Scarlett was able to make out the tight hug of a leather blindfold. It was as she’d suspected. The assailant must have turned the lights back on right away, and was working in the light. Sadly, the privilege of eyesight wasn’t yet permitted for Scarlett, it seemed.

The tied up goth made a tiny gasp as someone touched the inside of her thighs. A second later, she realized that her legs were being roped up above the knees. Who was this assailant that hid behind darkness and blindness? The quick and effective takedown implied a fighter like Jynx; but, no… This mystery kidnapper was quiet as a mouse, even in victory, and Scarlett knew Jynx well enough to know that she would never behave like that.

Scarlett’s hands were grabbed and forcefully pressed together, palm-to-palm. Seconds later, rope was coiling around her wrists. Could it be Velvette, or Madame Muse? It definitely couldn’t be Miki though. That girl was just a little pussy cat.

As the ropes constricted tight around her wrists, Scarlett was able to lift her head and ask, “Who are--“

That was all she ever got out. Perhaps the mystery woman had been waiting for Scarlett to say something just so she could cut her off? More likely she’d been waiting to make sure that Scarlett was conscious again before putting something in her mouth. One way or another, a light jingling was the only warning Scarlett ever got before a big rubber ball was forced behind her teeth. The kidnapper was quick to strap it tight behind her victim’s head, not bothering with trying to buckle it beneath the hair.

“Gffmnm…” Scarlett was surprised when she felt more straps being pulled over the bridge of her nose and up her forehead. It was a trainer-style harness gag! This didn’t sit well with Scarlett. All those extra straps being tightened over her head meant that she’d never get the blindfold out from under them. The final strap went below her chin, and forced her to bite down on the ball. She didn’t need to test this gag to know that it had very effectively shut her up.

As Scarlett felt more rope being applied to her wrists, a thought occurred: ‘Could it be Estela? Did I unwittingly piss off a secret black belt when I had my way with her yesterday?

“Hgrmmph!” Scarlett let out a muffled protest as the new rope was connected to her ankles and pulled into a tight hogtie. But it didn’t stop there. She could feel the rope being connected to her elbows before continuing its way below her armpits and behind her neck, forming a secure shoulder harness before finally being tied off at the elbows.

Her breathing grew heavier. She knew there was nothing she could do to get out of this strict bondage. She couldn’t even know who had done this to her, unless that phantom decided to finally speak up.

She never did speak up.

All Scarlett heard was a zipper, then some rustling. The clattering of her captor’s torture tools. Tools of the trade that Scarlett would undoubtedly be subjected to in a matter of seconds.

She wanted to tense up and brace for impact, but she didn’t know when the next impact would be. Hell, the hogtie she was stuck in barely allowed for bracing of any sort. All she could do was wait.

The first strike wasn’t from any tool, but just a normal shove. Still it was forceful enough to knock Scarlett onto her side with a startled “Mmph!” Small hands grabbed at her breasts and scooped them out of the bra cups they had previously sheltered in. Scarlett felt cool air against her nipples, then, a sting. Nipple clamps!

The unrelenting pinch of those clamps and the strict grip of the rope provided constant discomfort. The rest of the pain came in temporary bursts, provided generously by the silent tormentor. That was all Scarlett could sense. The pain.

It really is remarkable how quickly the loss of your sight will heighten your other senses. One might think that it would take weeks of blindness before your other senses began to compensate, but it doesn’t take long at all. Dommes like Scarlett utilized that quick adaptation on a regular basis, but it had been quite a while since she had last experienced it herself. It wasn’t so bad when the dom focused on feelings of pleasure, but treatment like this was something Scarlett could do without.

Paddles, floggers, and a wartenburg wheel all made an appearance in this session of pain. They added a new layer of mystery. Scarlett had no idea which tool would come next, or from where, or how hard. She wanted to stay strong for the cameras, and avoid whimpering through her gag. Instead, she relied a lot on grunts, but those sounded helpless too, in their own little way.

The methods that Scarlett found most awful of all, were actually the o’naturel methods. Spanks, slaps, and biting. Especially the biting. Her captor seemed to favor nibbling and sucking on her neck, as well as her breasts and stomach.

She hated the bites because each one came with a degree of fear. Spending the rest of the show covered in hickeys would be a humiliating ordeal, and Scarlett wasn’t eager to try and hide them all with makeup 24/7. She might be able to hide them with ease if she were a Victorian goth. Sadly, she was fetish goth, and she was supposed to be the one leaving love marks, not receiving them.

Just when Scarlett thought she had begun to sense a rhythm, her harsh treatment came to a screeching halt. She heard more rustling. Maybe the tools were being put away now? Maybe it was over?

She was mostly correct. The final bit of real pain came from the clamps being removed from her searing tits. But there was one last torment the poor bound domina would be forced to endure. Scarlett heard something very close. It sounded like someone was laying down next to her.

Without warning, a hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed. Scarlett’s face was forced up against warm, soft flesh. Very soft. So much so that it squished around her face and blocked off all air. The feeling alone was enough for Scarlett to recognize it right away. She was being smothered by someone’s breasts!

“Mph! GRMMPH!”

Her captor held her held as firmly as the ropes held her body. Scarlett was powerless to escape from the breasts that suffocated her. She could feel a second hand stroking her head as though she were a sleepy puppy. That might have made her feel better under less extreme circumstances, but Scarlett was already on the verge of panic. It was like being choked out all over again, but somehow worse.

The petting stopped and something pressed against the top of Scarlett’s head for a second and a half. When it let of, there was a faint ‘smak’ that revealed it had been a kiss. And just like that, the smothering was gone, and Scarlett was allowed to resume breathing.

The first knot was undone before Scarlett had taken her second breath, and the rest followed steadily. Bit by bit, her freedom returned. Her arms were untied before her legs, and Scarlett thought about clawing blindly for the woman who had captured her. She decided against it, and instead clawed at the gag that had enveloped her head. Once it was off, she ripped of her blindfold the same way an arachnophobe might swipe a spider off of their body.

She regretted opening her eyes so quick. The light was blinding at first, and it took Scarlett a few seconds to adjust. When she finally did, she was alone. Just as alone as she had been before the lights had gone out in the first place. Her bound legs eliminated any hope of pursuing her captor, but Scarlett knew that whoever that was would have been long gone before she’d even gotten her blindfold off.

Scarlett got the rest of the rope off, and ran for the mirror. No hickeys. There were marks, of course, but nothing that looked as though it would last for more than a few hours. A disgruntled sigh left her frowning lips. Not only had she just gotten her ass kicked, but now she was stuck in her big foreign room, waiting for her marks to fade away.

Once they had faded, the only evidence of Scarlett’s unwanted visitor, would be the mess of rope and leather, scattered on the floor.
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I really like how this story has been progressing and the latest chapter having our mystery Domme was a great addition!!

I have my suspicions of who it may be. I wounder if we'll get to find out?
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Red86 wrote: 3 years ago I really like how this story has been progressing and the latest chapter having our mystery Domme was a great addition!!

I have my suspicions of who it may be. I wonder if we'll get to find out?
Thank you, Red. I liked the idea, but I'm not sure how long I'll keep it a mystery; especially since the readers (all 3 of you :lol: ) can probably figure it out pretty easily.
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TomYi wrote: 3 years ago
Thank you, Red. I liked the idea, but I'm not sure how long I'll keep it a mystery; especially since the readers (all 3 of you :lol: ) can probably figure it out pretty easily.
Hey now, I said I have my suspicions. That doesn't mean you couldn't surprise me if you reveal who it is :)

Awe come on, there are a lot more then us 3 readers. There's just a bunch of people that are probably still to shy to comment. Trust me, I was one of them. Took me years to make an account. Then it took me months before I finally started to comment. And now that I do, it makes me enjoy being here even more!
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“That bitch might as well go around
punching beehives. It’d be just as
dumb, but probably not as painful!”





- from the video log of Jynx the Mynx





Icy Fyre grinned, moved, and spoke like one cocky motherf**ker. “I was just looking for a little bitch to try some toys on. Looks like my search is over!”

Icy’s swagger legitimately surprised Jynx the Mynx, even if she was able to hide it with a scoff. She was like some kind of nutjob. Every time something knocked her down a peg, she would just come back even more convinced that she was hot sh*t.

Either this curvy hoe wasn’t right in the head, or she had a plan. Yeah, she definitely had something up her sleeve. Maybe she was counting on Jynx to be tired from her workout. If so, she was dead wrong. The workout had been cut short by Citrine’s arrival; but that much should have been obvious, yet Icy was still cocky as hell.

Jynx mad a smirk and started strutting her way towards Icy with a matching stride. That bitch wasn’t the only one who could exploit a certain advantage…

“Oh, honey, if you wanna see a lil’ bitch, then the mirrors are on your left. Lemme bring you over there so you can see how nice you look all bound and gagged.”

Icy said nothing at first. She simply stopped in place and spread her arms, inviting a battle. She didn’t even try to hide the open handcuffs gripped in her right hand. She aimed a defiant stare right at Jynx for one long second before calmly saying, “I can’t wait for you to try.”

No way in hell that was just posturing. She was obviously trying to lure Jynx in, but that was the only sign of a trap. There was no one else around, no nearby equipment that Icy could use to her advantage, and no secret weapon that Jynx could think of. The only thing Icy had going for her was that she had handcuffs, and Jynx didn’t. That wasn’t a big deal, though. She’d taken the cuffs out of Icy’s hands before, and she could do it again.

Jynx didn’t want to spend too much time observing. It might make her look scared. Besides, she already had an idea on how to win, and a bum rush was a great way to start.

Jynx didn’t charge, but she did walk steadfast right into her opponent, practically stomping her way there. Part of her expected Icy to try and side-step or pull off some other counter, but she just planted her feet and stood her ground. When they met, it quickly turned into a grapple, as though they were sumo wrestlers.

This sat just fine with Jynx. She’d been careful to grab a hold of Icy’s right hand to keep her from trying to use those cuffs. With that threat out of the way, it came down to a test of might. Maybe Icy could have held her own on a normal day, but she had a handicap, and Jynx knew it better than anyone else.

The brawny mistress went in clutch and put everything into a big lunge. Icy was well braced for it, but the sheer power behind Jynx’s push forced her to take a step back and replant herself. Icy gritted her teeth and winced as her bare feet hit the floor, and Jynx had to stop herself from chuckling.

The Mynx never let off pressure on Icy, staying in top gear as she pressed on and on. It was just as she’d expected. Icy’s feet were still hurting from their bastinado treatment yesterday, and she was buckling under that pain.

Icy never backed off, and Jynx never expected her too, but she just couldn’t stop the human steamroller that descended on her. It took mere seconds before she stumbled and fell backwards. She hit the floor hard, and Jynx landed hard on her.

The ebony domme easily recovered first, and went straight for the handcuffs. Icy hadn’t let them go, but the onslaught of pain, both new and old, had succeeded in loosening her grip. Jynx tore the cuffs out of her opponent’s hand in a matter of seconds, and locked them around her wrist almost as fast.

Jynx the Mynx wasn’t about to settle for cuffing the wrists in front of her victim. Not this time. She jumped to her feet and pulled. The cuff’s steel ring dug into the flesh of Icy’s hand and caused her to cry out as Jynx yanked. The hard pull was not only enough to roll Icy over, but it looked as though she had even slid an inch.

Jynx was fast on her feet. She reversed course in a flash and threw herself on top of Icy, straddling her back. As she twisted Icy’s cuffed right arm behind her back, she heard the overpowered girl snarl something into the cold floor.

NO!

The curvy queen threw herself around like a wild animal, desperately scrambling in any way she could. Jynx had no idea what was going through her victim’s mind, whether or not there was any method to his madness. She was reminded of the rodeos she used to see on TV, and the bucking broncos that would do anything they could to get the rider off their back.

Well, Jynx the Mynx didn’t have a saddle or bridle, but she did have steel handcuffs. As her rival started to slip out from under her, she managed to get Icy’s other arm in her grasp.

Jynx fell off of Icy Fyre’s back five seconds later. She got back on her feet two seconds after that; but Icy just stayed on the floor, pulling at her wrists. Wrists connected by steel.

Maybe that bitch was slow - there was definitely reason to think that – or maybe she just didn’t hear the clicks that marked her captivity. But either way, it took her another three seconds to finally understand that it was over.

Jynx drew a breath of relief. Icy had succeeded in making Jynx sweat, but that was as far as she got. The queen of bondage wrestling had prevailed again. And this time, Citrine wasn’t about to steal the win.

“What’s the matter, bitch,” Jynx gloated as she rose to her feet. “Having trouble gettin’ up?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Icy growled from down below.

She let out another grunt as Jynx planted a foot on her like Captain Morgan and laughed. “Oh, now why would I, when I’ve got you for that?”

She stepped over Icy, evoking another grunt as she put her weight down and walked on over to the suitcase the curvy guest had rolled in with her.

“Now,” Jynx cooed, “Let’s see what all you brought for me…”

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Jynx had made Icy an unofficial promise that she had every intention of keeping. She grabbed her handcuffed prisoner by the feet, and started walking. Jynx effectively had to drag the bound woman halfway across the gym, but she didn’t mind. It kind of looked like those videos of beachgoers dragging a beached shark back into the water, and that imagery could only make Icy look worse.

The first thing Jynx had grabbed from Icy’s suitcase was a black tape roll, and she was quick to wrap up Icy’s ankles with it. Icy resisted, but all that had accomplished was making the wrappings kind of messy. But that wasn’t the end of the tape.



Jynx’s next move was to roll Icy face-up. Well, actually it was to gloat while rolling Icy face-up.
“Damn, I remember kicking your ass a whole lot, but I didn’t think I’d knocked the sense outta ya!”

She sat behind her victim and wrapped her legs around Icy’s neck. She casually slid her shoes off onto Icy’s belly before doing the same with her socks. Then, she squeezed.

“The hell made you think that you could beat these legs?”

Icy probably couldn’t have formed a proper sentence if she wanted to. Her skull was now trapped in a tight vice of powerful muscle. Her face went completely red under the pressure, and she took long breaths through gritted teeth. While that happened, Jynx casually reached over and plucked up her gym socks, balling them up.

Icy’s eyes widened when she saw the writing on the wall, and clenched her teeth like a bear trap. Jynx had just the solution for that though: more pressure. Icy let out an agonized hybrid of a cry and a gasp as Jynx took it up a notch, and that was just what the victorious domina needed.

Jynx could actually feel a disgruntled growl vibrating through the socks as she stuffed them into Icy’s mouth. She made sure to move fast, and before Icy could spit out the dirty gym socks, they’d been covered up by black tape. That didn’t stop her attempts at freedom though, and Jynx could see her flexing her jaw up and down trying to separate the tape. That just wouldn’t do, so more was needed.

“Whatsa matter? You don’t like how that tastes? Too bad, cuz you’re gonna suck on them socks for as long as I f**king say so!”

Jynx repositioned herself and plastered one strip after another on the lower half of her victim’s face. By the time Jynx was satisfied, the tape not only covered Icy’s mouth, but her cheeks and chin as well. Her lips weren’t going anywhere.

Jynx looked down at Icy, who looked back with a searing glare. Jynx wasn’t off-put by that one bit. If anything, it was satisfying to know that a dirty look was all that that hoe could do now.

“Now, get on up,” Jynx said with a firm grip on Icy’s arms. “See how you look in all that black…”

With Icy’s voice just as restrained as her body, both women rose to their feet. Only one of them rose voluntarily, though. Icy didn’t make a sound, but Jynx could clearly see the surprise in her eyes as she was effortlessly manhandled off the floor.

Jynx had been true to her word. In the mirror stood a scowling reflection of Icy, handcuffed, gagged, and whether she knew it or not, in a whole lot of trouble. Jynx stood behind Icy and held her by the shoulders. She peaked over at the mirror and acted half impressed. “Not bad, but it needs a bit more.”

She didn’t bother to look back at her victim as she walked back towards Icy’s suitcase. “You’d better have brought some real comfy goodies with you, cuz every single thing I find in this bag is getting used on poor little you…”

Jynx would actually come to regret that promise. That dumb bitch had packed up so much stuff, it was as though she didn’t really know what she wanted. The restraints were definitely something Jynx could work with, but all those torture devices? She’d be here all day if she had to use them all!

After one glance at the case’s contents, Jynx decided that it would be best just to hide that stuff from the cameras and just pretend that Icy Fyre hadn’t brought three god damn butt plugs with her. Those leather restraints on the other hand? Those got the gears turning in Jynx’s head, and they turned somewhere nefarious…
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Only just caught back up with this excellent tale, action, intrigue, domme on domme action. What more could you want?

Seriously though, top notch writing. Thank you for this.
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“If she had fought fairly, I would have
kicked her ass and rode her like a bull!”





- from the video log of Lady Estela





In the movies, every single duct tape roll would unravel with the same distinct sound effect. A shrill ripping. But in the real world, it was sometimes different. It depended on the brand name, or the temperature, and even the acoustics of the room.

Lady Estela personally had no idea why Velvette’s tape was making such a deep rumble with every pull, but she hated it. That low growl was the exact opposite of soothing. Not that ASMR would have made her situation any better.

The ugly noises resonating from the tape roll was the latest item on a long list of bullsh*t that plagued Estela. First: she had been minding her own business, so there was no reason for Velvette to be so damn rude. Second: her Sangria was going to get warm now. Third: that white hoe did not need to be so rough with her. Fourth: the bench she’d been led to and laid down on was all hard and uncomfortable, especially with her now forced to lay on her bound arms. And of course, number five: that god-awful noise!

Velvette was standing over Estela’s knees, straddling her as she wrapped the tape around both her ankles and the bench that she’d been forced down on. As always, she was wrapping too tight, and Lady Estela would have been sure to let her know that, were it not for the equally tight ring gag holding her jaw open.

That ugly bald bitch had had her back to Lady Estela, but after the fourth wrap, she ripped the tape and spun around to face her victim. She looked down on Estela with such a discontent scowl. Her expression alone screamed ‘pathetic’, and for a moment, Estela wondered if that look was all Velvette had for her. She was wrong.

“Y’know, I at least expected a fight from a domme like you…”

“MMN,” Estela cried as her shorts were forcibly pulled down, exposing her to the cameras.

Rather than stop there, Velvette decided to pull Estela’s top up and give her breasts the same treatment. Another awful growl rumbled from the tape roll as she got to work wrapping Estela’s body. First at the waist, then below her breasts.

“…but you acted more like my bottoms from back home. The old ‘reluctant sub’ routine. Is that what gets you all f**king hot?”

She took a hand off of the tape and placed it on Estela’s slit, eliciting a squirm from the bound babe. Velvette scoffed and grinned, leaning forward before whispering “That why you’re wet as f**k right now?”

Estela glared up at her captor and spewed out more garbled protests. It was all she could really do to show the cameras that Velvette was bluffing. Estela felt anything but wet. She felt livid.

“Fhht the fhk hp yh dmmn cmnt!”

Velvette shuffled further up Estela’s body, completely ignoring whatever she had to say through her ring gag. “I knew you were a dirty slut, but are you a little bitch too?”

Estela cried out in protest as Velvette pinched her exposed nipples and pulled. “Is being my bitch what’s got your tit’s all hard?”

SMAK! SMAK! With her bare hands, Velvette smacked her victim’s tits around like a sadistic cat playing with its half-dead prey. Estela never thought she’d ever miss Scarlett’s touch, but at least that woman could treat her with decent nipple-play!

“MMN! FHHK YH! FTHHP!” Estela’s ring gag wasn’t the most effective at muffling sound, but as she grunted uselessly on that wooden bench, it truly felt as though no one in the world heard what she had to say. Lord knows Velvette didn’t care in the slightest.

The vulgar tomboy flexed her fingers into a poised claw and reached behind her. She ran her nails up Estela’s thigh in a long, slow scratch. The fingernails dug deep enough that it might have looked painful to the cameras, but it wasn’t all that bad. The worst part was that her thumb reached a little too far towards the inside of Estela’s thigh, and hit a ticklish spot. Estela’s angry protests became tainted with garbled laughter for a second, before being brought right back to their livid norm when Velvette ended her scratch with a quick slap on Estela’s womanhood.

“Why don’t you fess up, ya slut? Tell me how you really feel at my mercy?”


Another barrage of muffled curses was Lady Estela’s response. The ring gag had transformed her mouth into an active volcano of spite. But its eruption was cut short when Velvette pressed her hand down over it. The same hand that had helped itself to Estela’s slit.

“I didn’t mean like that, dumbass.”

Velvette kept pressure on her hand gag as she rose off of Estela and stepped to the side. Finally, she took back her hand and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down to the floor, along with the panties they had concealed.

“Actions speak louder than words…”

“Nm! NMM!” Estela was only able to shake her head for one second, between the moment she saw where this was going, and the moment that Velvette grabbed a fistful of her silky black hair and pulled. Estela’s pleas turned to an anguished cry as pain throbbed in her scalp. A shadow swept over her gagged face, and Velvette’s crotch was right there.

Velvette descended on her victim with a seemingly contradictory expression: Vicious eyes above a playful grin. That description might confuse some, but Estela knew the look well, and understood it. She herself had made it plenty of times while dishing out torment on her subs. It was the look of a top that was working hard, and enjoying it. A look that said ‘I ain’t going anywhere, bitch.

Estela groaned at the smell and the taste, naturally. This was not at all how she’d wanted her trip to the courtyard to end. But frankly, there was no other end in sight. The tape that bound her wasn’t about to break or slip off, and the fierce grip on her hair kept her from turning away. Hell, she couldn’t even bite with that stupid gag in her mouth. Not that she even thought that pissing off her captor was a good idea at this point.

“C’mon,” Velvette snapped as she flicked her hand and slapped Estela on the cheek. “Get to work, slut. Do what we both know you f**king want!”

She slapped Estela twice more. The slaps were quick, but light. They still hurt, but more than anything, they hurt Estela’s pride. She pulled at the tape, but there was no getting out.

How could Velvette get away with this?! They were in the courtyard! Contestants passed through here all the time, and there was seriously no one that could be bothered to help her?

Velvette leaned forward and looked Estela in the eye as she growled through gritted teeth. “Use your tongue right f**king now, or I’m gonna turn around and let you have the other end.”

Estela hesitated for a second, and Velvette continued. “One way or another, I ain’t moving until you get me off!”

Velvette twisted Estela’s hair in her hand and forced her head to tilt up. Her ring-gagged mouth was right where it needed to be for Velvette to get what she wanted. Estela snorted a long exhale out her nose. This was humiliating. It was painful, uncomfortable, and absolutely humiliating.

Velvette threw her barren head back and let out a theatric moan. Her open mouth twisted into a triumphant grin as she felt the first tingle of mouth-induced pleasure.

“Gahh! Oh, yes! Stick it out, girl! Stick it out and f**king use it!”

Every word prodded Estela like a fire poker, stoking her anger and embarrassment (but especially her anger). That ugly whore was milking this performance. And that’s just what it was: a performance. Estela was not doing that good of a job. She could if she wanted to, but this bitch deserved zero effort on Estela’s part.

But as Estela’s sloppy licks and slow, lazy nuzzles elicited orgasmic moans from their recipient, it became increasingly apparent that Velvette was getting what she wanted, regardless. She was getting promotion. Footage of herself on top, and someone else on the bottom. Lady Estela made sure to never close her eyes or do anything to appear complicit, but she knew the editors would probably find a way to make it look otherwise.

That was probably all Velvette wanted; and all Estela wanted, was to just get it over with. The tape was chafing, and her arms hurt. Unfortunately, it was her captor that decided how long to keep the act going. And apparently, that was a little while. Every time Estela tried to pull away, or send any similar signal, it would earn her another pull at the hair and more lurid degrading.

After a while, Estela began to wonder if she was really going to be here until Velvette climaxed for real. Her worries were lifted when that bitch threw her head back and let out a hoarse, drawn out wail. Not bad, but Estela had enough personal experience to know a fake orgasm when she heard one. At least this resulted with Velvette finally loosening her grip on Estela’s poor hair.

“Atta girl,” Velvette cooed. She pulled a small pair of EMT shears from her vest pocket and asked, “Want me to let you go?”

Estela’s response was just as distorted as everything else she had said with that stupid gag on, but she knew that that didn’t really matter. Evoking gag talk was a tease that every domme loved to have fun with.

“Alright,” Velvette said. “I think you earned your freedom.”

Oh, thank God,’ Estela thought. ‘She really is gonna-- Wait, NO!

“MMPH! NMGMMPH,” Estela screamed helplessly as Velvette spun herself around and sat back down, with her ass flat on Estela’s face.

The bound Brazilian could feel her captor lean forward and work away at her bonds, but she was taking her sweet time. Estela had made a mistake protesting when she did. She should have held her breath. Instead, she had let it all out, and now, every breath she was forced to take was as foul as it was humiliating.

MMPH! MMNM!” A muffled grunt accompanied every exhale, and Estela’s thrashing became more and more erratic as her body slowly came free from the bench.

Eventually, she was free enough to try and buck her way out from under Velvette, but that turned out to be unnecessary. The bald bitch got up on her own once all the tape that pinned Estela to the bench had been cut off. The domina in distress was able to sit up now, but her hands were still tied, and that gag still kept her from giving Velvette a piece of her mind.

Velvette grabbed her pants and started to dress back up. “Y’know what, if you’re gonna be like that, then you can free yourself. Don’t say that I didn’t try to help you!”

That cold-blooded f**king c*nt! She dropped the scissors on the bench next to Estela and turned away, strutting off like the most obnoxiously smug whore Estela had ever seen! She screamed bloody murder, but sadly, words like ‘puta’ and ‘vingança’ didn’t filter very well through a ring gag. An infuriated growl was the last thing out of Lady Estela’s mouth before she finally calmed down enough to grab the scissors, and begin her awkward efforts towards freedom.
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“Every victory she thinks that
she’s won, is nothing but a
curse on her name! She is
going to pay three times over
for everything! I swear!”





- from the video log of Icy Fyre






She’d had a plan, and it couldn’t have gone worse.

It’s the most satisfying experience in the world when a plan comes together, and a disappointing experience when it doesn’t; but when a plan backfires, it is a travesty that will make your heart sink like a stone.

And never in her entire life, had a plan backfired quite like this one.

The gym that was supposed to tire out Icy Fyre’s target, was now being used to torment her. In fact, everything she had planned to use on Jynx the Mynx, had now been turned against her. Even the things that Jynx couldn’t have even known about, like the socks! Icy had never even suggested that she had planned to gag Jynx with her own socks, but by some twisted stroke of misfortune, that bitch got the same idea. And now the very same gross socks were soaking inside Icy’s mouth, and stifling her voice.

The tape that was meant to gag Jynx was now stuck to damn-near half of Icy’s face, pulling on her skin with every muffled groan.

And just like the gag, Jynx’s would-be restraints were now worn by Icy Fyre as well. Oh, they would have done such a good job at keeping that narcissist all tied up. Icy would know, because they had rendered her completely helpless. Her arms were bundled up behind her back by a snug, square armbinder, and she saw no hope of escape. Her legs had similarly been restrained from top to bottom by a long hobble skirt that Jynx had laced up into a tight legbinder. Her legbinder was fastened around her waist by a leather belt which was lined with steel rings.

Once that belt was latched on, Jynx had started using some toys of her own…

As it turned out, the playroom wasn’t the only room the carpenters had decked out with anchor points. Icy had noticed two more sturdy rings in the ceiling of her own room last night, but she had never noticed the array of steel rings adorning the gym’s ceiling; At least, not until Jynx started putting them to use.

“Oh, the things ya discover when you actually work out!”

That was what the muscle-head had said as she ran chains from four rings on Icy’s belt, to four different points on the ceiling. Then she’d followed up her taunt with: “Don’t you worry, girl. Imma give you looots of time to learn your way around the gym!”

And she wasn’t kidding. For an hour and fourteen minutes (Icy knew from the clock), those chains she’d hung from the ceiling kept Icy secured in place; unable to move forwards or backwards, nor from side to side. She wasn’t even able to drop. Nope, those chains all but ensured that she would stay standing right where her dumb bull of a captor had left her: right on top of the treadmill.

That was Jynx’s big plan: Tie up big ol’ Icy Fyre, and force her to hop on the treadmill. And unlike with her victim, the Mynx’s plan had worked perfectly. The curvy queen could do nothing to get off of the treadmill, and once it started moving she had no choice but to hop along.

Icy’s feet had never really stopped hurting since her first altercation with Jynx. During her second altercation, that pain had come back to bite her in a real bad way. And afterwards, it was worse than ever. Every clumsy jump she was forced to take sent throbbing pain up from her soles. Mere minutes into her marathon, Icy had found herself silently praying that she might go numb to the pain. She never truly got her wish, but her torturer provided plenty of distractions.

Jynx the Mynx had turned Icy’s entire arsenal against her, and subjected her to what felt like every punishment under the sun. Icy Fyre was paddled, flogged, poked, tickled, and shocked. Jynx handled some tools with more finesse than others, but managed to make her victim squeal every time.

There was no stop to the torment; Not just for Icy, but Citrine as well. The two captured dominas were far enough apart that Jynx was unable to multitask, and had to alternate between them both. Despite that, they were both in extremely compromising positions, and that lended its own perpetual pain and constant humiliation. Icy’s feet were on fire, and there could be no doubt that Citrine’s back was no better off.

And of course, Jynx’s mouth never stopped running.

“…Squeal, girl! Tell me how you like that…”

“…bigger they are, harder they fall. Ain’t that right, bitch…”

“…speak up, honey. You got something to say? Didn’t think so…”

If it had happened to anyone else, Icy might have been able to appreciate the Jynx’s aptitude for degradation, or her ingenuity in rigging up such punishing bondage. Unfortunately, outrage was her only mood from start to finish, and sometime around the thirty-minute mark, that mood became consuming. It was like some sort of vortex that sucked up every one of her thoughts. Every time she tried to process a thought of any sort, her mind always came back to her hatred for Jynx. Either that, or hating herself for falling into such a humiliating captivity. She even hated Velvette and Citrine for ruining her plan, even though neither of them could have known at the time.

It was to be expected. It’s natural for failure to breed embarrassment, which then breeds pain, which then breeds anger. And as Icy Fyre hopped against her will under the whip of Jynx the Mynx, her anger bred fantasies of revenge.

Icy Fyre was a god. Damn. QUEEN! And a queen does not let her enemies go unpunished! She was going to tie that bitch up so tight that she would have to beg to be freed! She would gag her so thoroughly that every word in that dumb whore’s vocabulary would sound exactly the same! Icy would return every last blow that she’d been dealt, and then she would keep going! Icy Fyre swore on her career as a dominatrix that she would dominate Jynx the Mynx until that hoe’s ego was completely chipped away, leaving behind nothing but a broken, pitiful--

“Woo! Look at that sweat, girl!”

It wasn’t Jynx’s voice that snapped Icy out of her rancor, but the coughing that accompanied it. Icy shot her gaze over to the source of those brief coughs and saw that Citrine’s legs had been untied. The tape that had kept her head in place had been removed as well, as she was free of her makeshift dildo gag. She was laying down on the bench press, taking long, heavy, and sometimes shaky breaths. Jynx hadn’t been kidding. That poor blonde was sweating bullets. Not that Icy was faring any better.

“You are a mess! You ready to hit the showers?”

Icy genuinely wondered if the showers were even an option for Mistress Citrine. By the look of it she was too weak to even lift her head, let alone walk away. Between breaths, she was able to say “yes.”

Jynx, apparently not content with that answer, grabbed a hunk of blonde hair and pulled. She leaned in and snarled through gritted teeth. “Say it with respect.”

“Aah,” Citrine gasped from the pain. “P-please let me go, Miss.”

Jynx snorted before whispering, “Better…”

By the time all the ropes had been undone, Citrine was ready to stand back up. Even then, she needed a whole minute to limp her way out of the room. She leaned on just about every machine she passed by. Anything to support her on that walk of shame.

“Heh. You see that,” Jynx asked Icy as she casually coiled up the ropes. “Can’t wait to see how you lumber after her, girl”

That was a lie. She took her sweet ass time putting everything away, turning off the treadmill, and undoing Icy’s chains. That cold-hearted hag had no problem whatsoever with prolonging her treatment of Icy Fyre.

As Icy’s last chain was undone, Jynx held on tight. She seemed to think that Icy would fall to her knees once she lost the support of those four anchor points, but she had another thing coming. Icy stood strong, nostrils flaring above her tape gag.

She heard Jynx stepping down from the ladder she’d gotten from the playroom. Seconds later, she was looking at her ebony captor, face to stone-cold face.

“How ‘bout you, buttercup? You ready to go lick your wounds?”

Icy didn’t even attempt to make any sound through her gag. She let her eyes do the talking, and they unmistakably said ‘F**k you.’

Jynx didn’t seem fazed at all. “Aight, well you can suck on my socks some more if you want, but I’m bored, so you gotta clear out one way or another. Lemme show you the door…”

Icy dismounted the treadmill the same way that she had mounted it: by force. This time, however, she didn’t struggle or protest nearly as much while Jynx dragged her across the floor by her ankles. Once they’d reached the exit to the dormitories, Jynx unceremoniously dropped her victim’s legs and got to work unlacing the restraints.

When she finally stood up, Icy’s arms were free. She was free of the leg binder as well. However, she did still wear around her ankles and on her face. Jynx never bothered with the tape. She simply turned her back on Icy Fyre, and walked back towards her own belongings.

“You can keep the socks. And don’t let me see you again ‘less you’re ready for an actual fight.”

Oh, hell no. If that bitch expected Icy to just limp away like Citrine, then she had another thing coming! Icy was not going to keep those gross f**king socks. Jynx could have them right back!

Jynx probably heard Icy ripping the tape off, but she ignored it. What did make her turn around and look, was the screeching sound of an ab bench scrapping along the floor.

No more losing. She’s gonna pay!

Perhaps Icy’s feet had gone numb on the treadmill, or perhaps it was just drowned out the pain in her pride. One way or another, they made little protest as Icy pushed the bench ten feet over, and left it pressed against the exit.

Nor did her feet protest much as she ran around Jynx to the black tape roll that had been discarded so long ago. Now armed, Icy turned to face her nemesis. With one exit blocked, Jynx’s only way out was through her, and Icy had no intention whatsoever of letting Jynx the Mynx escape justice.

“Let’s dance, mother**ker.”
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Pretty good :) Icy never gives up, doesn't she?
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Oh, what a cliffhanger. Will Icy finally get to redeem herself or will it backfire? Either way she's pissed and determined.

Another great installment!!
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