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

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WHO DO YOU THINK DESERVES TO BE ELIMINATED NEXT?

Mistress Citrine
2
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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[mention]TomYi[/mention]

I’ve just read the intro to this and Ho...Ly... Crap!!!

This has gotta be one of the greatest premises for a story I’ve ever seen on this site, the way it’s presented and written are so enticing and the girls are gorgeous! I’m definitely gonna take more breaks from my own writing to read all the way through this! Incredible job Tom! 😁
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TayDay95 wrote: 2 years ago I’m definitely gonna take more breaks from my own writing to read all the way through this! Incredible job Tom! 😁
Well, at this point, that's quite the undertaking! I do hope you make it through all the updates, though. It's a wild ride that a bondage fan like yourself is sure to enjoy!
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Nice stuff, I like the deals mind play and trickery more than the fights tgo ;)
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Well [mention]TomYi[/mention] I must say, you’ve truly created a masterpiece with this tale!

I was hooked from start to finish, and my favourite Domme must have changed about four or five times before I finally settled on Vasilka (love her goal to get photos of every girl complete with her signature lipstick mark). Only for Mistress Citine to pull off the greatest plot in the entire show!

As much as I like Estela, I had to vote for her because she literally hasn’t tied anyone up yet lol, she’s only been subbed and the show is called Alpha Domme!

I really, really feel I have to step up my game with my stories now my friend, your characters and clever plot twists are impeccable. Seriously hope we get more soon but that being said, I hope uni is going well for you and good luck with whatever challenges you may be facing! 😁😁
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Thanks a ton, [mention]TayDay95[/mention] and [mention]DommeKirsten[/mention]! Feedback like that is what I live for!

I only have one more stupid F**king exam before my term is done, so I hope to get back on track with this story soon.

In the meantime, I've got another update!
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“It’s hilarious that she thinks
she got under my skin. I don’t
give a f**k! Try harder, bitch!”





- from the video log of Velvette





It was no secret that today had not gone well for Velvette.

Nobody likes being fooled, and when Velvette’s day had started off with that obnoxious blonde egomaniac tricking her into gluing her mouth shut, it put her in an exceptionally sour mood. One might think that she would have felt better after four other contestants fell for the same trick, but Citrine hadn’t really given anyone a chance to simmer down.

That bitch had stripped them down and put them up for sale! For f**king sale! She’d even gone out of her way to describe them as though they weren’t human f**king beings, just objects to be bought and sold.

The group domination that followed was what really got Velvette’s blood boiling! She honestly couldn’t recall the last time she’d been so mad. That bitch, Citrine, had gone full supervillain! She’d recited a f**king monologue before f**king prancing around with that flogger!

And she hit like a girl too!

Velvette was at least lucky enough to only have to put up with thirty minutes of that bullsh*t. Even so, the only thing that had gotten her through those thirty minutes was her imagination. More specifically, she preoccupied herself by weaving a revenge fantasy together inside her bald-ass noggin.

Velvette’s imagination put together so many delightful punishments for Mistress Citrine, and the ideas just kept coming. It was almost like getting absorbed into a great new book that she just couldn’t put down. She was so fixated on revenge that when her thirty minutes were up, she got ready to spring into action. She’d forgotten all about Madame Muse, and only after the madam was freed did Velvette realize that she had just been tossed out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Madame Muse promptly went to a workstation and returned with handcuffs for her new prisoner. Muse didn’t seem to hold any grudge against Mistress Citrine. She just wanted to get what she’d paid for. A pair of hinged handcuffs and a pair of ankle cuffs. They swiftly replaced the cuffs that had held Velvette on the rack. These new restraints were tight and uncomfortable as f**k. The ankle cuffs restricted her movement, but she could still walk.

Velvette’s hands were cuffed in front of her, which she initially thought was a courtesy, but then Muse started yanking her around. The redheaded hoe grabbed the hinged cuffs on Velvette’s wrists and tugged the same way that Citrine had tugged on her collar.

Velvette fought back against Muse. She had to, what with everyone watching her, but Muse was stronger than she looked, and she kept her balance on those ridiculous boots as though they were second nature. It certainly didn’t help that every pull on the cuffs dug them deeper into Velvette’s skin. In the end, Muse won out, and Velvette was escorted back to the redhead’s private quarters.

Once inside the private room, Velvette quickly spotted another two pairs of ankle cuffs. One was hanging from the frame above the end of Muse’s bed. The other one was latched onto the bed’s left leg below it. There was also a big bag sitting on the bed, and that made Velvette uneasy. Whenever someone carried a bag around Dungeon Devine, it was undoubtedly packed full of pain.

“Come,” Muse commanded.

She led Velvette to the end of the bed and forced her hands in the air. She ratcheted the hanging cuffs around the ones on Velvette’s wrists, effectively tying her hands overhead. Muse then unlocked her ankle cuffs, only to reapply them. Velvette’s ankles were cuffed to opposite legs of the bed, spreading them apart and stretching her limbs worse than the rack had done!

Velvette could barely move at that point. She stood there, exhausted, in pain, and bracing for more.

Madame Muse climbed onto the bed and grinned at her prisoner. “It’s funny how our encounters always seem to involve this bed.”

“Hrmf.”

Muse went on. “Oh, don’t you worry hun. Things are gonna go a lot more smoothly than our first time. Especially with me in control…”

She opened up the bag and said, “We’re gonna have ourselves a little adventure, starting with a butt plug!”

Velvette’s eyes widened and her face flushed. She bit into her ball gag and glowered at her captor. “Dhn’t yhh fhhknm dhhr gn nhrr mh bhht!”

Madame Muse’s mouth fell open and she let out two loud cackles before her laughter morphed into a long “Awwwwww!”

“Is that how your threats sound with a ball gag?” She pinched Velvette’s cheek and said, “Precious!”

Velvette snarled. “Fhhk yhh!”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Muse shook her head. “Such a naughty girl with such a naughty mouth…”

She paused and reached into the bag. She pulled out a hot pink butt plug. The thing was small enough to slide inside a virgin with ease.

“That’s so unfortunate, because good little girls get to wear pink…”

She paused again, set the pink butt plug down, and withdrew another butt plug. The very sight of this one made Velvette’s stomach turn. It was black, and it was enormous. The thing would probably fill her rectal cavity. Its dark head was lined with narrow steel plates, and there was a wire running out of its tail. The other end of the wire was plugged into a black box with a warning label about high voltage. The f**king thing was electric!

Muse held up the giant black butt plug and cheerfully said, “But naughty girls wear black!”

“NH!” Velvette shook her head frantically and pulled at her restraints. It was no use. She couldn’t get out! Muse walked behind her with the electric black butt plug, and the closer she got to Velvette’s rectum, the more the tomboy’s protests turned into pleas “NHHH!

She felt it slide between her cheeks. She couldn’t get away. She couldn’t--

craack

A sharp jolt snapped through her rear and Velvette just about spasmed. She screamed and bit down hard into her gag. ‘Oh my God,’ she thought to herself. ‘Was that the low setting!?

“I know it hurts, hun, but you’ll get used to it” Muse said mockingly. “After all, naughty girls like you love to wear black!”

Velvette’s mind was racing. She looked down at the dainty pink butt plug, laying there on the bed. She felt the electric plug pressing further in and she cried aloud, “Nh! Dhn’t! Uhm uh ghhd ghrl!

Madame Muse withdrew the butt plug. “Pardon me, hun?”

Velvette squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed her pride. Anything she said to that bitch would be better than rectal shocks. “Uhm uh ghhd ghrl.”

Velvette couldn’t see Madame Muse, but she knew that that bitch was overjoyed.

“Well, why didn’t you say so!?”

Muse threw the black plug away. It soared past Velvette, and she was unimaginably relieved to see it fall, discarded atop the bedsheets. Muse stepped back onto the bed and retrieved the pink butt plug. “I always had my suspicions, but if I’d known you were a good girl, I’d have started with these!”

Velvette froze. ‘These? As in, plural?

Muse reached into the bag again. She pulled out a pink ball gag and a huge slab of pink leather. Velvette noticed straps riveted to the slab and recognized it as a posture collar.

“YHH DRRTM BHTSH!!” Velvette thrashed around, bringing even more pain to her wrists and ankles.

Muse giggled, as though she were watching a puppy do something clumsy but cute. She walked back behind Velvette, and whispered into her ear. “Just relax, babygirl…”

Velvette was no one’s ‘babygirl’, and she most certainly did not relax, but Muse had an easy enough time inserting the plug regardless. Velvette dug her teeth into the gag and tried not to make a sound as the silicone penetrated her. She didn’t want to give that redhead bitch the satisfaction. The posture collar went on next, and just like with the butt plug, Velvette’s resistance was futile. Her neck was soon outstretched and unable to turn. She definitely didn’t like how the collar dug up into her jawline.

By the look on Muse’s face, she was really looking forward to seeing Velvette wear the pink ball gag. Technically, it was white. At least, the ball and the rivets were white. The strap was hot pink, and it came with a pink chin strap as well. Muse unlatched the ball gag that Velvette was already wearing, courtesy of Citrine, and Velvette was quick to capitalize.

“You dirty f--grrmpf!” Poor Velvette didn’t get a single sentence out before the girly ball gag was forced in behind her teeth.

“Shhhh,” Muse whispered. She strapped the gag on behind Velvette’s head and under her chin. It was a bit more comfortable than the old one, but the chin strap added a new layer of effectiveness.

Muse went back to the bag and retrieved some bundles of bright pink rope. Velvette groaned again, but the ropes actually wound up being a blessing in disguise. They were really soft, and didn’t bite at her skin the same way steel restraints did. Muse wrapped them around enough times that the pressure was comfortably dispersed over a wide area.

Velvette’s arms were unlocked before being pulled behind her back. Madame Muse tied Velvette’s elbow’s together and looped the excess rope over and under her shoulders. Muse was nice enough to give her captive’s wrists a quick massage before binding them palm-to-palm with rope. “A good-girl perk,” she’d called it.

Velvette’s legs got a similar treatment. She was tied up above the knees first, and then at the ankles. While Muse worked down low, Velvette tested the ropes on her arms. The results weren’t good. Before Velvette had come to Dungeon Devine, she believed that ropes were kind of easy to bust out of. Not a lot of her clients asked for rope, and the ones that did had later admitted they were holding back in their struggling.

Muse’s ropework told a different story. It was practically as inescapable as Bee Devine’s! Try as she might, Velvette couldn’t get the ropes to loosen or come undone. By the time Muse was done tying her up, it had donned on Velvette that she was just as helpless as she’d been with the steel bondage.

Muse picked the bag up and grabbed Velvette’s arm. The redhead catwalked over to the little mirrored desk where she did her makeup, and the bound and gagged tomboy grumbled as she was forced to hop along. There was a chair at the desk, and Muse sat her prisoner down on it, facing the mirror. Velvette’s arms were draped over the back of the chair, and some more pink ropes were added to bind her upper body against the backrest.

The real kicker was when Muse connected Velvette’s wrists to her ankles under the seat. She pulled the rope tight, and Velvette soon found that she couldn’t move a muscle. There was no give in the ropes, no knot to pick at, nothing. The posture collar even kept her from moving her head around as Madame Muse caressed the top of her scalp.

“Freshly shaved,” Muse observed. “Perfect!”

That was an odd remark. ‘Perfect for what?

“MMPH!” Something cold and wet was rubbed on Velvette’s bald head. Muse hummed to herself as she worked, whereas Velvette just snarled. A moment later, something was plastered onto Velvette’s head. It felt like fabric.

“HRRMP!” Velvette felt a wave of fury come over her.

That despicable whore had glued a mother**king wig on her head! How dare she?!

Muse let the glue settle before letting Velvette’s new drapes fall to her shoulders. Velvette went warm in the face as strands of hair fell over her cheeks and she witnessed a spectrum of bright pink and baby blue locks.

She yelled all the worst profanities in her vocabulary, and bucked around in her chair. It didn’t yield much results. The chair barely shuffled, and it stopped moving altogether when Madame Muse straddled her captive’s lap and sat her weight down.

“Don’t be dramatic,” the seasoned madam cooed. “It’s a great look! How about we make it even better…”

The mistress from Vegas reached behind her and pulled open a drawer on her desk. It was full of beauty products, just like the mirrored desk in everyone else’s rooms. The producers had done a pretty good job of supplying their cast with some great brands to wear during their stay, and Madame Muse was about to take full advantage.

Velvette let out a long, tortured groan when she saw her captor whip out a tube of primer. Muse just smiled, pressed a finger over Velvette’s gagged lips, and said, “Shhhhhhh. Good girls know when to behave themselves.”

Velvette hadn’t gotten to apply her makeup before Citrine conned her that morning, so Muse was now working with a blank canvas. She smeared and patted the primer all over Velvette’s face before brushing some foundation over it. Velvette was too immobilized to resist, especially with the posture collar. All she could do was scowl up at her captor as her face was dabbed and brushed with primer, foundation, concealer, highlighter, powder, more highlighter, and blush.

Madame Muse was going all out with her beauty products. She was visibly having a blast, but her captive tomboy was far from pleased. It was bad enough that Velvette was forced to sit with a plug in her ass, but now she was being straddled and played with like a living Barbie doll. She hated it. This was, in its own weird way, more dehumanizing than being sold as a slave.

Satisfied with her coverage, Muse moved on to the eyes. She was blocking Velvette’s view of the mirror, so the dolled-up damsel could only look at the colors Muse had chosen and feel where they were applied. Muse brushed a pink base over Velvette’s eyelids before cutting the creases with blue eyeliner. She then blended the blue up and around her eyes, lining the lower lashes as well. Some black eyeliner was then used to draw what felt like some sizable wings.

Velvette eventually stopped growling and showing signs of anger in general. It was obvious that Madame Muse lived for that sh*t. She curled Velvette’s lashes in relative silence before plumping them up with a bit of mascara and adding some fake lashes over them. Muse moved on to the lips after that, and was visibly elated from start to finish. She apparently got a big kick out of coloring her doll’s ball-gagged lips, and when she was through, they were as pink as the collar below them.

Madame Muse gently brushed Velvette’s hair straight, stopped her musical humming long enough to compliment her own work, and then finally got off of the bound girl’s lap. Velvette’s first thought was how relieved her thighs felt, and her second thought was how ridiculous she looked. Muse had stepped aside, and Velvette now saw in the mirror that she looked like the fused result of two girly anime characters colliding with each other.

Muse apparently had a different opinion. “Awe, just look at you! Pink is so your colour!”

Sissification. Not exactly something that Velvette had expected to encounter in a women’s-only competition, but if there was one contestant whose image would suffer from some forced feminization, it was her. Velvette’s defining trait was her ruggedness, and Madame Muse had pulled out all the stops to flip that persona on its head.

Velvette was pleasantly surprised when Muse reached around her and unbuckled her posture collar. Unfortunately, it turned out that Muse just wanted to blend the foundation down Velvette’s neck. She finished her work with a bottle of setting spray. “Close your eyes, babydoll,” was the only warning she gave before spritzing all over Velvette’s face.

“Picture perfect,” Muse exclaimed as she admired her finished work. “But I gotta say, you look naked without a collar!”

“Uh hm nhkhd, dhmmhff!”

Muse giggled. “No worries, babydoll, I have just the thing…”

She withdrew another collar from the bag. This one was the antithesis of the posture collar that had come before. It was less than an inch wide, with white leather, a D-ring, and six pink zirconia decorating its strap. She buckled it around Velvette’s neck and beamed. “Ah, it goes perfectly with your gag! Freakin’ adorable!”

Velvette wasn’t amused, but at least she could move her neck around now.

“You’re all ready for your treatment, babydoll, and I’ve got a couple ideas…”

“Hmn?” Velvette tried not to let her leeriness show. She had no idea what was in store, but she knew that it wouldn’t be good.

Muse went over to her wardrobe, and Velvette cringed at the abomination that she returned with. Madame Muse carried with her the most girly dress Velvette had ever laid eyes on. It was pink with white accents, and adorned with an excessive number of bows and ruffles. It even came with a crinoline to puff out its skirt.

“WHHT THH FHHK HF THHT,” Velvette shouted.

“It’s Lolita,” Muse answered. “Isn’t it amazing, the costumes you find laying around here? Go talk to Miki if you like what you see. I’ll bet she knows all about Lolita subculture.”

Velvette did not like what she saw. “Uh hm nht whhrim thht!”

“Don’t wanna wear it,” Muse repeated, fully understanding Velvette’s gag-talk. “Well then, I guess I’ll go with Plan B.”

She leaned over Velvette and gently caressed her bare breast. “See, if you aren’t gonna cover up, then I might as well work with what I’m given…”

She gently pulled on Velvette’s nipple, and the bound Barbie resisted the urge to moan. Suddenly, Madame Muse got up and moved back to the bed. She disconnected the black butt plug from its battery and catwalked back to her prisoner with the battery in hand. She dropped the heavy block on Velvette’s lap and reached into the bag one last time. She pulled out a pair of steel nipple clamps, each on the end of a wire like a pair of earbuds. At the other end of the wire was a plug that Muse inserted into the battery.

Velvette’s heart sped up significantly as she realized what Plan B was. She hated electricity! As a child, she was always terrified to vacuum the floor because the stupid thing kept on giving her static shocks. Velvette still shuddered at the thought of a shocking butt plug, but electrified nipple clamps…

Muse grinned, seemingly able to see right through Velvette’s poker face. “Yeah, I guess they are kinda scary, but this is the alternative to the cute little dress. Either you put it on, or you resign your pretty, naked body to me.”

Madame Muse leaned in again, her grinning face inches from Velvette’s. She pinched the clamps together as though she were playing with barbeque tongs and said, “but that’s the nice thing about being a good girl. You get to choose what comes next.

So, what’s it gonna be, babydoll?”
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Damn, Madame Muse really came out swinging with the mind games, poor Velvette can’t catch a break today lol.

Another incredible update [mention]TomYi[/mention], can’t wait to see what Citrine gets up to with the rest of the girls until their time periods are up! 😈
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Nicely done again, [mention]TomYi[/mention] ! Pink suits Velvette very well :)
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Velvette is a one trick pony relying on chains and force. Muse owns her in this chapter in the most savage and humiliating way for the domme.

The question for me is whether V will seek revenge after her humiliation is complete or quit as her credibility is shredded.

Good luck with the exam. I hope you smash it like you are smashing this story.
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Indeed poor Velvette. Planning out her revenge on Citrine, forgetting all about the auction & Muse :lol:

Now the question is what will she do, revenge on Citrine, Muse, both or cut her loses? Looking forward to finding out and also seeing what Muse has instore for the remaining girls :)

Once again, Great update and the best of luck with your final exam!!
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Citrine top atm for me, intrested in muse n miki too they seemed to enjoy Citribe trick!
Also love tge photo mistress that's my style on second life ;)
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Thank you, everyone for the feedback! It's always a treat to see comments from new readers, and this latest update earned some great feedback from all of you.
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“I knew I wasn’t the only artist
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- from the video log of Queen Vasilka





“MMPH!”

“Really? You still want to act that way?”

Queen Vasilka cursed under her breath. That was the first time she’d let her frustration show, which was something a domme must never do whilst dealing with a brat. Although, Icy Fyre wasn’t really a brat so much as a bull. Vasilka really should have seen this coming. After all, she was dealing with the same domina who had just spent a whole week trying to get revenge on Jynx the Mynx.

Icy had lived up to her stubborn reputation from the moment Vasilka had been given her reins. Apparently, getting glued up, auctioned off, and flogged for an hour hadn’t taken any of the fight out of the curvy queen. None whatsoever!

Once her hour with Citrine was up and she was given custody of Icy Fyre, Vasilka had collared her newest prisoner and chained her ankles so that she could still walk but not run. That strategy had been good enough for Muse to get Velvette out of there, but Icy wound up being a much tougher nut to crack. Apparently, with her lips now unglued, Icy was eager for a fight. Queen Vasilka actually had to use a cattle prod to coax Icy out of the playroom. All the electrical devices in Dungeon Devine had a limited voltage to ensure the contestants’ safety, and the prod did end up working, but it had still left little marks on Icy’s skin. This was unfortunate, since Vasilka needed her canvas’ body in pristine condition for her photo shoot.

Slowly but surely, Queen Vasilka had gotten her purchase back to her room. From there, it had been a tedious process of untying and retying her. ‘Tedious’ was an understatement. From start to finish, Icy had made it clear that she would fight back at any chance she had, so Vasilka had to be extra careful not to give her prisoner an opening. Before she could unfasten a single restraint, she would have to first tie Icy up in some other way.

It was annoying, to be certain, but Vasilka knew what she was doing. She eventually got Icy roped up in a workable position. The curvy captive now stood in the middle of Vasilka’s little studio. Her hands were tied palm-to-palm behind her back and lashed to the ceiling in a strappado. Vasilka hadn’t raised her arms high enough to cause any bad discomfort, but that could change if Icy started struggling too much. She’d then bound Icy’s legs apart on a spreader bar, leaving her groin wide open for Vasilka.

The raven-haired queen was almost done her work. She just needed to get the last knot taken care of, But Icy was still being difficult. She thrashed her hips back and forth as Vasilka struggled to finish her knot. After so many instances of petty resistance, the Bulgarian was visibly exasperated. She took a deep breath, cooled her anger, and finished the knot

“Aaaand, voila!”

“Mmph,” Icy growled.

Vasilka looked down at her work with pride. The hip harness she had just completed was a magnificent pairing of beauty and practicality! It was worthy of mountain climbers and bondage models alike, and it was certainly worthy to be the centerpiece of Vasilka’s latest photoshoot…

Queen Vasilka moved behind Icy and disconnected her hands from the ceiling. Icy’s hands were still bound, but she probably would have still tried something reckless if she got the chance. Unfortunately for her, Queen Vasilka moved quick. The European queen snatched up a nearby cane and whacked it hard across the back of Icy’s knees.

Kneel!

“MMN!” Icy whined into her ball gag and fell to her knees.

Vasilka planted a foot against Icy’s back and kicked. With a muffled squeal, the bound domme fell face-down on the floor with a hard thud. That normally wasn’t Vasilka’s style, but she felt that Icy deserved that.

Her next step was to put Icy Fyre into a hogtie, and that was also more difficult than it needed to be. Vasilka actually had to tie Icy’s big toes to her wrists before she untied her ankles from the spreader bar. From there, she retied the ankles together, pulled them into a strict hogtie, and untied the toes. The end result was a fairly minimalistic hogtie, but Vasilka’s ropework was still solid enough that Icy wouldn’t be able to get out.

Queen Vasilka bent over and picked up the spreader bar. She wasn’t done with that piece of black steel. Not even close.

It wasn’t actually a spreader bar, but a suspension bar. It had an anchor point in the centre on one side, and an anchor point at each end on the opposite side. Vasilka slid the bar under Icy’s bound arms. The centre anchor point pointed up between her shoulder blades, and Vasilka connected a rope to it. That rope ran through a winch that Vasilka had plucked from the playroom. Vasilka picked up the winch’s remote, and the machine clattered away as it pulled Icy Fyre up off the floor.

The bound domina cried into her gag as the spreader bar raised her up by the shoulders. It definitely didn’t look comfortable, but after the winch had pulled Icy upright, she was able to support her the bulk of her weight on her knees. It was there that Vasilka halted the winch. Icy swayed on her bound knees, trying to keep her balance. She couldn’t stay upright, but the spreader bar lifting her by the arms kept her from falling.

Vasilka unbuckled the giant ball gag that Citrine had silenced Icy with. Once the ball was yanked from her mouth, Icy’s first action was to flex her sore jaw. Vasilka took advantage of that and pulled a red silk ribbon between Icy’s teeth. Within seconds, Icy was cleave gagged.

Vasilka knelt eye-to-eye with Icy, who glared at her captor and said, “Hey, dumbash, cleave gagsh don’t do shit unlesh you add shtuffing or tie a knot in them firsht!”

Vasilka nodded. “Indeed. And even then, they’re not the greatest at shutting up skanks. Rest assured, that gag is a courtesy. I want minimalism for my shot, and that gag will do just the thing.”

“Fuck your shot,” Icy snarled. “Let me go right now!”

“Or what,” Vasilka taunted. “You’ll seek revenge. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re not very good at that. In fact I don’t think you’ll get the chance. Do you know why I bought you?”

“Becaush you can’t capture me yourshelf,” Icy answered, facetiously.

“Wrong,” Vasilka said. “It’s because the worst contestant of the week gets sent home tomorrow, and with the way you’ve performed, this is probably the last chance I’ll have to work my magic on you.”

That was only half-true. Icy had indeed performed poorly, but Queen Vasilka didn’t like Velvette’s odds either. Of course, she’d already added Velvette to her album, so that didn’t matter very much. All she needed was some good pictures of Icy, and Vasilka would have little to worry about until next week. All caveats aside, Vasilka’s words had clearly cut deep. Icy just knelt there, visibly angry but without any words.

After a few seconds, the bound blonde thought of a comeback. “I’m--"

“Shut up,” Vasilka snapped. “At least try to conserve what’s left of your dignity while I finish my work.”

Icy’s nostrils flared as she scowled at Queen Vasilka, but she said nothing.

Oh damn,’ Vasilka thought. ‘I’m on a roll, here!’ She tried to suppress her smirk as she began attaching more ropes to Icy’s waist.

The hip harness was a mainstay of Vasilka’s profession. It cradled the human body on its centre of mass, and was vital to the art of suspension. Any rigger worth her salt could tie a functional hip harness, but Vasilka had taken it a step further. She was about to use Icy Fyre as a demonstration of just how skilled she was with hips.

Queen Vasilka strategically connected four ropes to Icy’s harness, ran those ropes through the rings at either end of the suspension bar, and pulled them tight. Aside from the brilliant hip harness, the only other ropes that bound Icy were on her wrists and ankles. If Vasilka just hoisted her up like that it would be excruciating at best and catastrophic at worst, but not anymore. Now, the hip harness would bear all of Icy’s weight as she hung in the air.

That was the plan, and boy did it ever work. When Vasilka lifted the bar, and saw her model successfully rise off the floor unharmed, she just about jumped with joy. Icy wasn’t screaming or anything, but she did look concerned. Vasilka couldn’t really blame her. Even a perfectly tied hip harness had its limits. When holding a model upright, they transferred a lot of weight to the inner thighs where major blood vessels ran. Queen Vasilka never said it out loud, but one of the reasons she’d chosen such an ineffective gag was so that Icy could easily alert her if something went wrong.

Vasilka moved quickly. She wasn’t willing to let her model hang for more than ten minutes, and she snapped off all her images in double-time. She didn’t like rushing her art, but she was still able to get some immaculate shots, including a good one with her signature lip print. The instant Vasilka was satisfied, she lowered Icy back down and let her rest on her knees.

Vasilka teasingly cupped her captive’s cheek and said, “There now, see how smoothly things go when we behave ourselves?”

“Go fuck yourshelf,” Icy groaned.

Vasilka’s hand moved like lightning, grabbing Icy’s blonde locks and pulling hard enough to make her wince.

“So close,” Vasilka snarled. “You were so close to getting yourself out of those ropes. But then you had to go and dig yourself deeper! Have you forgotten that you’re still at my mercy? I can take all the time I need to break you…”

Knock knock knock

Vasilka let go of Icy’s hair and spun around. She hadn’t expected company, and the sudden noise just about made her jump. “Who is it,” she called.

“It’s Madame Muse,” a voice answered.

Muse?’ Vasilka was leery to say the least. She’d been paranoid about intruders ever since that stranger had ambushed her in the middle of her session with Hawtrey (an incident that she still suspected was Muse’s doing). Vasilka approached her locked door. “What do you want?”

“I’m just out for a stroll, checking in to see how everyone else is doing with their purchases. I’d have been here sooner, but the little one made a fuss getting dressed.”

The little one?’ That last line piqued Vasilka’s interest. She peered into the peep hole and witnessed something odd. Muse was standing outside the door with someone else that Vasilka didn’t recognize. The other person was collared and had her hands behind her back. She wore a chin-strap ball gag and had some familiar lip piercings.

Is… is that Velvette!?

Vasilka opened the door. ‘Holy shit! That is Velvette!

The rough-and-tumble tomboy was not looking so rough-and-tumble anymore. She was wearing a blue and pink wig, heavy makeup, and an overwhelmingly girly outfit. A pair of pink high heels were strapped on Velvette’s feet. White stockings covered her legs and disappeared beneath the poofy skirt of a dress that looked like it belonged on a doll. It was adorned all over with white lace and pink bows. Madame Muse had topped it all off with a jeweled white collar which included a leash that she firmly kept in her grip.

Muse seemed to triumphantly stand head-and-shoulders over her slave. Perhaps it was because she was wearing taller heels than Velvette, or perhaps it was because of how thoroughly the pink prisoner had been beaten down. Probably a little of both.

“My, oh my,” Vasilka gasped as she stared Velvette up and down. “You have been busy, Madame Muse!”

Muse smiled proudly. “I think we’d both agree that taming a brat is always worth the trouble.”

“Oh my gawd! Ish that Velvette?!” Icy had caught sight of the visitors.

Vasilka grinned and rolled her eyes “Speaking of brats, would you like to come and see mine?”

“With pleasure,” Muse answered. She tugged on Velvette’s leash and said, “Come along. Good girls never decline an invitation.”

“Mmph!” Velvette trudged forward. She walked with the tiniest little steps, as though she were wearing a long pencil skirt. It made for an adorably dainty walk, but it was clearly unnatural. Queen Vasilka guessed that Velvette’s legs were tied up beneath her skirt.

As Vasilka shut the door behind them, she got a good look at the bondage-Barbie’s restraints. Muse had also taken a minimalist approach with her slave. Velvette’s wrists were tied behind her back with rope. That was it. No other ropes were tied around her arms or body. That was a bold move on Muse’s part. Fewer ropes made escaping easier, but it appeared that the madam had done a very professional job cross-lashing Velvette’s wrists with a decent length of rope. If she’d made it tight enough and hid the knot out of reach, then no amount of struggling from Velvette would pull her hands free. They would stay tied in a perfect X for as long as her owner wanted.

Icy smiled at Velvette, seeming to relish the fact that she wasn’t alone in her humiliation. “That’sh a good look, Princhesh.”

“Princess…” Muse repeated. “…I like that.” She turned to Velvette and asked, “How do you like that name, sweetie?”

“Grrmph.” Velvette snarled into her ball gag. Vasilka imagined that the girl’s face was burning red beneath all that make up.

Muse threw up her hands in celebration. “Hooray! Everyone likes it!”

Vasilka giggled. “Such a sweet girl! Are you going to show her to everyone else?”

“That’s the plan,” Muse said. “We’ve already been to the playroom, but Citrine seemed too preoccupied to care. Miki still has more than two hours to pay for Estela, so I doubt we’ll get to socialize much with them.”

Vasilka thought for a moment. “You know, I still have my camera here. We could do a group shoot.”

Velvette’s face sank while Muse’s face lit up. “Awe, you’d do that?”

“Of course,” Vasilka said. “A moment like this deserves to be immortalized!”

And so, Icy Fyre was hoisted back into the air, and Vasilka booted her camera back up. She got pictures of Velvette alone, Velvette with Muse, and everyone together as a group. Vasilka and Muse had so much fun that their enthusiasm outweighed the grumpiness of their slaves. The two mistresses posed and emoted like American teenagers in a photo booth at the mall.

They had so much fun posing together, but Muse eventually decided it was time to move on. She bid farewell and led her princess away. Vasilka lowered Icy back down onto the floor, pleasantly surprised by how long she’d been able to hang without trouble. With Icy now lying on her belly, Vasilka untied and discarded the spreader bar. There’d be no more suspension today.

Icy looked up from the floor. “Congratsh on getting your shpotlight shtolen, bitch.”

Vasilka shook her head, unfazed. “Oh, honey, the spotlight only ever gets borrowed on this show. So long as you’re helplessly tied up, I have all the time I need to put on a show for the whole world.”

“Ooooh, exchiting” Icy taunted. “You--mmfmn!”

Vasilka pressed her hand over Icy’s mouth, and felt her prisoner’s lips vibrate against her palm. “Be quiet, slave. Your voice is no longer needed.”

“MMPHMNM MMPH!” Icy thrashed around on the floor. Vasilka kept her hand in place, but Icy’s resistance was still pretty annoying. Then, the Bulgarian queen had an idea. Why not free up both hands? Vasilka let off her hand gag and gave Icy a hard shove.

“Ow, bitch,” Icy yelled as she rolled onto her back.

Vasilka stood over her hogtied subject and looked her in the eye. “I have commanded you to be quiet. Shut your mouth, or I’ll shut it for you.”

“Hah,” Icy cackled through her cleave gag. “Are you trying to shound shcary?”

“No,” Vasilka cooed as she turned around. “I’m just nice enough to warn my victims beforehand…”

Vasilka had expected such a reaction from Icy Fyre. The stubborn jackass was probably expecting to be punished with a ball gag or something, but Queen Vasilka had something else in mind. With a sh*t-eating grin on her face, the queen squatted down.

“What are you-- MMMPH!”

Vasilka sat herself down on Icy’s face. She’d decided to take the minimalist approach once again and dominate Icy Fyre with nothing but her bare hands. The plus-sized prisoner’s hogtie was simple but effective, and she wasn’t going anywhere with Vasilka’s weight on her like that. It was a bold strategy, but like Vasilka had said: Icy was at her mercy, and she could take all the time she needed.

Icy moaned and squirmed beneath Vasilka as the raven-haired beauty searched her victim’s body for the most ticklish spot. She discovered that it was the ribs and armpits, conveniently within reach. She then pinched and pulled at her captive’s nipples until they’d become rock-hard, and she wasn’t afraid to strike them either. She didn’t need Icy’s body to look picture perfect anymore.

“MMMMMN!” Icy tried to turn her head, but Vasilka had it sandwiched between her feet. Icy would have to endure Vasilka’s… resourceful gag for a long time.

Vasilka’s devilish smile widened. A very long time, indeed.
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Another unsurprisingly awesome update [mention]TomYi[/mention] 😁

Love the thought of Vasilka and Muse just snapping selfies while their captives suffer and struggle all mortified in the background 😂❤️

Keep up the great work my friend you’re a true credit to the talent on this site!
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I’m a bit of a latecomer to this one. Just read the chapter where Miki ‘teaches’ Ms Hawtrey a lesson and thought it was fantastic!
Miki’s use of the chopsticks is sheer genius. I love how she put poor Ms Hawtrey through so many different emotions with her combination of the wand, the pinwheel and her feet. And the end quip was perfect!

Looking forwards to reading more!
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TayDay95 wrote: 2 years ago Love the thought of Vasilka and Muse just snapping selfies while their captives suffer and struggle all mortified in the background 😂❤️
The more fun the performers have, the more fun the audience has... and the less fun their captives have lol
WillHBonney wrote: 2 years ago I’m a bit of a latecomer to this one. Just read the chapter where Miki ‘teaches’ Ms Hawtrey a lesson and thought it was fantastic!
Miki’s use of the chopsticks is sheer genius. I love how she put poor Ms Hawtrey through so many different emotions with her combination of the wand, the pinwheel and her feet. And the end quip was perfect!

Looking forwards to reading more!
Well, welcome to the fandom! I'm always thrilled to pick up a new follower. Miki hasn't been featured often in Episode 1, but rest assured that girl is full of surprises :D
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WillHBonney wrote: 2 years ago I’m a bit of a latecomer to this one. Just read the chapter where Miki ‘teaches’ Ms Hawtrey a lesson and thought it was fantastic!
Welcome to the party!
That was probably my favourite chapter so far as well (though I'm a few chapters behind at the moment).

The dialogue (especially Miki's) was priceless :lol:
The entire exchange between her and Ms Hawtrey was probably one of the funniest things I've ever read on this board.
I'm gonna have to go back and reread that now 8-)
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Hey, everyone. Thanks for reading! I’ve got a lot of stuff to do this week, and this latest update wound up being exceptionally long, so I’ve decided to release it in two parts! I hope you enjoy it! :D

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“I admit today wasn’t great,
but I don’t think I’m about
to go home over it. There’s
at least one other person that
I know faired much worse!”





- from the video log of Scarlett





Scarlett never really liked making plans. They always wound up falling apart, and the end result was just more stress and anxiety. She preferred to just go with the flow instead. In fact, the only time she ever resorted to forming a plan was when she was already really anxious or stressed out. Such was the case ever since Scarlett got attacked by that mysterious ninja domme.

That had been a wakeup call for Scarlett. She was in the big league, and she needed a plan if she was going to win. Sadly, her plans had gone about as well as all the ones before them. She had planned to win the challenge of the week and gain an advantage early on. After she lost to Mistress Citrine, Scarlett’s plan was to just lurk her way through the rest of the week, avoiding any more hiccups.

Now, her plan was just to make it through the day without getting a sore ass.

It was too late to avoid a sore back. The hours she’d spent folded up in a cramped cage had left her aching like an old woman, but at least Citrine hadn’t hit very hard. If Scarlett played her cards right, then perhaps Ms Hawtrey wouldn’t hit hard either.

Just as Muse and Vasilka had done before, Hawtrey had put Scarlett in cuffs and led her by a leash out of the play room. They went back to Hawtrey’s room, and Scarlett became increasingly nervous with every step of the journey.

Ms Hawtrey was not dressed in her usual schoolmistress costume. She instead wore a white long-sleeved blouse which was tucked into some tight beige breeches. Over those breeches, she wore some leather riding boots. Scarlett recognized them as the kind of boots an equestrian would wear, and that didn’t bode well for the helpless goth.

When they entered Hawtrey’s room, Scarlett’s fearful intuitions were confirmed. Hawtrey had arranged on her bed: a black armbinder, a black posture collar, a leather body harness, some oddly shaped thigh-high boots, and a bit gag. It was no ordinary bit gag though, and its unique traits spelled trouble for Scarlett.

It was a harness bit gag with large steel rings and leather straps that would go over and around the wearer’s head. There were two flaps of hardened leather attached to the sides of the harness, and they impeccably resembled horse ears.

So, that was it. Ms Hawtrey was going to make a ponygirl out of her busty slave. ‘God dammit,’ Scarlett thought. ‘Ponygirls aren’t typically trained with positive reinforcement…

Almost as though she’d read Scarlett’s thoughts, Hawtrey stepped away from Scarlett and took hold of a fancy riding crop that was leaning against the wall. With the crop in hand, Hawtrey pointed to the bedside and said, “On your knees!”

Scarlett was less than eager to see what Ms Hawtrey could do with that crop. She obediently moved to where her mistress was pointing, and she spoke as she walked. She still wore Citrine’s ball gag, but her words remained discernable. “Mkhy, mkhy, thrrz nm nhhd th bm strhct.”

Hawtrey swatted her crop upward, and Scarlett gasped as it pressed up under her chin. It stopped her dead in her tracks, and Ms Hawtrey snarled, “I didn’t tell you to talk. I told you to kneel!”

Scarlett took a deep breath and nodded her head silently. Hawtrey smiled at Scarlett’s cooperation and lowered her crop, allowing the bound beauty to kneel in peace.

“That’s a good girl,” Hawtrey said. “You’re almost obedient enough to trust with your arms untied.”

Scarlett’s spirits were lifted by that line.

“Almost.”

Scarlett pouted into her gag. She could hear Hawtrey grabbing something behind her, but she didn’t dare provoke the old English domme by peeking. Instead, Scarlett just stared straight ahead at all the leather restraints in front of her. Moments later, she felt Ms Hawtrey grab hold of her arms and begin wrapping tape around her elbows.

Scarlett resisted the urge to groan. Tape wasn’t her favourite restraint to wear, but at least this roll didn’t feel painfully sticky. Hawtrey was able to wind her arms fairly close together. It obviously wasn’t comfortable, but Scarlett was a flexible gal. She could handle it. Ms Hawtrey then removed the handcuffs on Scarlett’s wrists and grabbed the armbinder. The gothic slavegirl let out a silent sigh as the armbinder slid up her arms and was fastened in place. Scarlett was no escape artist, and she knew that she’d be wearing that leather monoglove for as long as Hawtrey wanted.

“Now stand,” Ms Hawtrey commanded.

Scarlett stood.

“Good girl.” Hawtrey snatched up the body harness and got to work. Scarlett certainly wasn’t acting like a dominant kinkster, but after everything that had happened that day, she just didn’t care. The body harness needed to be tightened in several places for a proper fit, presenting tons of opportunities for Scarlett to annoy her captor, but she knew that behavior like that would only lead to punishment. She hadn’t been hit once with the crop, and that’s what really mattered to her.

As Hawtrey snugged up the last belt, Scarlett admired how well the harness fit. A diamond grid of leather belts hugged her body and framed her breasts tightly. Harnesses like that were always a bonus as far as the dark domme was concerned. It made her boobs extra sensitive and got them to look more perky, especially when combined with her elbow bondage.

Next, Scarlett was ordered to sit on the bed, which she did obediently. Hawtrey grinned as she knelt down in front of Scarlett and unlocked her ankles. “Well now, had I known you were going to be such a good little slut, I would have let you spiff up yourself.”

Scarlett simply nodded, remembering that speaking without permission could provoke her mistress. She wished that she could have had a chance to massage her wrists and ankles, but Hawtrey gave her leg a really sweet caress, and that was something at least. The posh domina picked up those bizarre boots from the bed, and Scarlett got a better look at them. They had rigid, angled soles that ended with a big plastic hoof beneath the toes, complete with a steel horseshoe.

Ponygirl boots. Scarlett really should have seen this coming.

The goth slave felt a conflicting mixture of nervousness and excitement sweep over her. Scarlett loved shoes, and especially big black boots like these, but she had never worn fake hooves before. She wondered how hard it would be to balance on those? As Hawtrey slid them on, Scarlett realized that they fit on her like seven-inch platform heels, which she had worn plenty of times before. That was reassuring.

Ms Hawtrey tied off the last shoelace, and shot her hand up to Scarlett’s jaw at a startling speed. The next thing Scarlett knew, her ball gagged face was firmly clamped in Hawtrey’s grasp. The British mistress leaned in close and looked her slave in the eye. With a soft yet stern voice, she said, “In precisely twenty seconds, I am going to remove that ball gag from your mouth. In the thirty seconds that follow, I am going to outfit you with a new gag. In that time, you shall behave yourself, and not speak a word. Do I make myself clear?”

Scarlett nodded as best she could, and fifty seconds later, she was wearing the horse-eared bit gag. She could feel her fake ears brushing against her hair as they pointed up to the sky. It was just a little less comfortable than the ball gag, but it was more dehumanizing than its predecessor could ever hope to be.

Ms Hawtrey stood tall and smiled down at her prisoner. This only lasted for a second before she commanded Scarlett to stand. Scarlett obeyed, but cautiously, like a scared child getting ready to jump off the diving board for the first time. She planted her feet at the edge of the bed, carefully shifted her weight, and rose off the bed.

She expected herself to wobble, but she stood firm. The hooves turned out to be wide enough that it was easy to balance on them. Scarlett’s eyes went wide with excitement, and she felt as though she could cheer. She looked down at her hooves, slowly shifting more and more weight to her left heel to test how far she could--

SLAP

“Mmn!” Scarlett perked up as Ms Hawtrey’s crop smacked against her bare buttocks.

“I commanded you to stand, not to slouch,” Hawtrey jeered. “Stand up straight like a dignified ponygirl!”

So much for avoiding a spanking. Scarlett stood tall with the best posture she could muster. Her special boots actually brought her up above her captor’s height, although that didn’t really help Scarlet feel more powerful. ‘It’s just like high heels,’ she told herself. ‘It’s just like high heels…

“Very good,” Hawtrey said. “But for good measure, your posture shall be enforced for the remainder of your training.”

Oh, goodie…

That’s what Scarlett would have said if she was a glutton for punishment. Instead, she remained silent as Ms Hawtrey fastened a black posture collar around her sleek neck. Her chin was lifted up, where it was forced to stay. Between the armbinder that forced her chest out and the collar that held her head up high, Scarlett must have resembled quite the noble steed.

“Much better,” Hawtrey gloated. “Now, for all the bells and whistles…”

Her michevous tone made Scarlett nervous, but it wound up being not that bad. First came a pair of nipple clamps. The clamps were linked by a chain that was adorned with little bells. Then came some reins that latched onto the sides of Scarlett’s bit gag. For the final touch, Ms Hawtrey clipped a horsetail onto Scarlett’s body harness, right over her tail bone. Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief. Horse tails were often applied with a butt plug, so she’d gotten off easy. Perhaps her good behavior had saved her ass?

“Ah, what a fetching ponygirl,” Hawtrey exclaimed as she stepped back and admired her work. “But even the loveliest mare is worthless unless it is trained properly.”

She tugged lightly on Scarlett’s reins, clicked her tongue twice, and said “Come. Let’s make a prize horse out of you…”
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Wow, I'm not even into pony play but that was HOT! 😁

I feel Scarlett will only be able to avoid punishment for so long, and Hawtrey's idea of training probably isn't very easygoing and relaxed haha.

Can't wait for part 2 of this update 🙂
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TayDay95 wrote: 2 years ago Wow, I'm not even into pony play but that was HOT! 😁
Absolutely :)
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I'm gonna have to agree with Tayday and Caesar 😀

I'm gonna eventually sound like a broken record here but yet again you amaze me with the situations we see our contestants in. Great chapter. Can't wait for part 2 of it!!
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Thanks to all those who have commented! I don't expect pony play to be a popular kink, but where better to include it than a show that's designed for all things domination lol

I believe [mention]Lady of the Dark[/mention] and [mention]FnEllie176[/mention] have a thing for ponygirls, but I don't think they're very active anymore :(

Next part should be up in a few days!
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Scarlett lifted her feet high with each step, making sure to come down straight on her toes each time. It was scary at first, but by the time they got out of Ms Hawtrey’s room, Scarlett was already starting to get the hang of it. She was actually kind of proud of her quick learning.

The nude ponygirl expected to be brought back to the playroom. Instead, her trainer turned the other way, towards the courtyard. As they walked, Scarlett was amazed at how well her boots replicated the clip-clopping of actual hooves. The bells on her nipples jingled incessantly too. Scarlett, imagined that the noise her costume made was music to Ms Hawtrey’s ears. That’s certainly how Scarlett would feel if she were on the other end of the reins.

She was led into the middle of the courtyard, where she was surrounded by recreational equipment. Almost surrounded, that is. She had a clear path to the doorway that led to the gym, and that’s where Ms Hawtrey pointed her.

“Whoa, girl.” Hawtrey halted Scarlett and unclipped her reins before saying, “We’re going to be working on your trot today. On my mark, you will trot over to the gym doors at a steady pace and with long strides. Is that understood?”

Scarlett nodded, although she did not actually understand. She just knew that saying ‘no’ would earn her a slap by that riding crop. What was the right pace? What was a long enough stride? All Scarlett could do was think back to the last time she’d seen a horse show, and try to remember how the horses had walked. Scarlett knew that they had a fancy way of trotting, but it had been so long since--

“Trot!”

Sh*t,’ Scarlett thought as she sprang into action. ‘I guess I’ll just do what I was doing before.

That wound up being a bad idea. She only made two strides before Hawtrey brought the crop down on her ass.

“MMN!”

“You call that a trot!? Faster! Knees up!”

Scarlett listened and obeyed as best she could, but it was really hard to take bigger steps and go faster. Ms Hawtrey landed another blow and shouted, “Oh, come now! Put some spunk in your steps for heaven’s sake! Hup to, hup to!”

Ms Hawtrey’s coaching was more annoying than anything else, but Scarlett was able to resist her urge to be a brat. She just wanted her week to end, and to do that, she needed to obey the domme with the crop. Her poor bum suffered four more smacks before she developed a trot that met her trainer’s standards. This so-called ‘proper trot’ had so much bounce in each stride that Scarlett became genuinely concerned of losing her balance. She couldn’t catch herself if she fell…

But she didn’t fall. She clip-clopped all the way to the door, and relief flooded her when she heard her trainer call out, “Whoa, girl.” Scarlett put her hooves together and stood straight, awaiting her next command.

“Very good, darling,” Hawtrey cooed. “At least, for your first try. It seems that I chose a fine mare indeed.”

Even when she was complimenting her sub, it came with a backhanded dose of dehumanization. ‘She should consider herself lucky,’ Scarlett thought. ‘A tone like that wouldn’t go well at all with Icy or Velvette.

Television works in mysterious ways. Just as Scarlett was finishing that thought, the gym doors swung open and Madame Muse sauntered right in front of her. The timing made it seem as though Muse had entered on cue because she wasn’t alone. The smirking redhead was towing an adorable little girl behind her; A girl that did not look like she wanted to be there. Scarlett had to look long and hard at the girl’s dolled up face before she recognized her. “Vllvht!?”

SMACK! Hawtrey smacked her crop against Scarlett’s breast and snapped, “Quiet, you!” She then turned to Muse and suspiciously asked, “Do you have business with us?”

Muse grinned. “More like ‘pleasure’. I’m just a peaceful queen out on a walk with her princess.”

“Hrrm,” Velvette growled into her ball gag. If looks could kill, there’d be nothing left of Madame Muse.

Hawtrey scoffed. “While I commend your little glow-up, it seems that your girl has yet to learn her place.”

“Oh, she will,” Muse replied with another smile. “Do you suppose you’ve done any better?”

“Indeed, I do,” Hawtrey proudly declared. “In fact, I’d be willing to demonstrate that with a race.”

Scarlett just about groaned. Ms Hawtrey was deliberately trying to provoke Madame Muse. It was obvious that the pompous equestrian was eager to show off her new ponygirl. Muse must have seen it too, but she didn’t seem to care. In fact, she looked excited. “A race?”

“Indubitably. Slave against slave!” Ms Hawtrey pointed her riding crop towards the kitchen at the other end of the courtyard. “Whoever reaches the kitchen first shall earn their owner the right to call herself the finest trainer in Dungeon Devine!”

Hawtrey was having way too much fun with her character, but Muse seemed to share her enthusiasm. She graciously accepted, and Scarlett was skirted over to an impromptu starting line alongside Velvette.

Ms Hawtrey gently cupped Scarlett’s cheek and leaned in close. “If you win this for me, I’ll give you a carrot.”

For real?’ Scarlett raised an eyebrow at her trainer. ‘She can’t be serious.

Hawtrey said no more, but she did throw her pony a playful wink to let her know that there was indeed more to it than that. Scarlett didn’t know for sure what Ms Hawtrey was playing at, but she could certainly imagine what the old crone would do to her if she lost. That was motivation enough.

Scarlett glanced to the side and saw Madame Muse whispering something to her prisoner too. She couldn’t hear what was being said, but it sure looked effective. By the time Muse shut up, her girly gofer looked genuinely eager to win this thing.

Ms Hawtrey stood tall beside the two bound racers and waved her crop like a flag girl at a drag race. “On your mark… Get set… Go!”

Neither Scarlett nor Velvette actually went that fast, but they sure felt like they were speeding. Velvette shuffled her legs faster than a chirping cricket, but she was still hampered by the little baby steps her leg bondage enforced. Scarlett thought it was really cute. She, on the other hand, had no such hindrance. All that the gothic mare had to deal with was her hooves, and she’d gotten used to them. After gaining a sizable head start, Scarlett decided to pace herself and implement Hawtrey’s ‘proper trot’ technique just to please her trainer.

Scarlett reached the kitchen first, easily. Although, it was commendable how closely Velvette was able to keep up. If Scarlett had tripped on her hooves, then the pretty pink princess might have made a comeback. Such an upset just wasn’t meant to be, but Madame Muse didn’t seem bothered at all. By the tone in her voice, it was obvious that she had known the outcome from the start. “Awe, shucks! I guess you were just too darn slow.”

The losing domme put an arm around Velvette and planted a soft peck on her cheek. “Still, you tried your very best. I’m proud of my little princess!”

Velvette just stood there, huffing and puffing into her girly ball gag. She was the only one not having a good time. Even Scarlett was oddly cheerful to have won the race. In a way, Velvette’s suffering was the best thing to happen to Scarlett all day. Seeing her wallow in such grievous humiliation was kind of comforting to the busty ponygirl. It reminded her that even though this day could have gone better for her, it was going worse for others. Suddenly, Scarlett wasn’t so concerned about her submissiveness to Ms Hawtrey. It wouldn’t win her any points, but it wouldn’t be enough to get her sent home tomorrow.

Once Muse and Velvette had taken their leave, Ms Hawtrey turned to Scarlett with a very naughty smile spread across her face. “Good show, my dear! It seems I’ve made a prize horse out of you after all.”

She reached up and gently stroked Scarlett’s cheek. The winning horse couldn’t deny that it felt really nice. “Now, I do believe that I promised you a reward. But first, let’s get you off your hooves for a moment.”

Scarlett’s face lit up. She eagerly followed her trainer over to a nearby pool table and sat herself down at Hawtrey’s behest. “I’m going to go fetch you your carrot,” she said. “Stay!”

Scarlett never even considered running away while she was left alone. It wouldn’t do her any good so long as she was stuck in that armbinder. Besides, she was really curious about what Hawtrey’s ‘carrot’ might be. The prize mare simply sat there like a good little pony, and awaited her trainer’s return.

When Ms Hawtrey did return, she kept her right hand behind her back. Teases like that always got Scarlett really excited, and the grin on Hawtrey’s face only added to the thrill. Her ‘carrot’ turned out to be more literal than Scarlett had expected. Slowly, Ms Hawtrey withdrew her hand from behind her back, and revealed the lubricated orange dildo in her hand.

“Mn!” Scarlett couldn’t help but squeal in her gag. It was a good-looking dildo! Not too long to be impractical, but thick enough that it was sure to feel amazing, especially with all those dots and ribs that lined its silicone shaft. Ms Hawtrey jiggled it around playfully, and Scarlett could have sworn that she saw a little outlet in its base. ‘Does that thing need to be charged up,’ she thought. ‘Is there a battery in there? Does it vibrate? Gawd, I hope that bad boy’s a vibrator! That’d be amazing! Please, God, let that thing be fully charged!

Scarlett was a fan of dildos.

“Lay down,” Hawtrey snapped. She gave Scarlett’s chest a light shove and sent the helpless goth falling back onto the pool table.

Scarlett let out a little scream as she landed on her bound arms, but Hawtrey ignored her. The horse rider just leaned in, cupped her ponygirl’s cheek, and teasingly held the dildo between her legs. “It is only because of your exceptional performance that I’ve decided to reward you, but I can always change my mind. You are still mine, and you will receive pleasure or pain as I dictate. Understood?”

Scarlett nodded, trying to hold back her excitement.

“Very good.” Hawtrey unbuckled a strap on the leather body harness and uncovered Scarlett’s wet slit, “Now, have a treat…”

“Mm,” Scarlett moaned as the phallus entered her; Its ridges gliding over her insides and lighting a fire inside her.

“Quiet, dear,” Hawtrey whispered softly. “Be on your best behavior.”

Scarlett did keep her voice down, but she soon found herself breathing quite loudly. She inhaled and exhaled in rhythm with Hawtrey’s slow thrusts. Every now and then when she exhaled, an inaudible moan would escape Scarlett’s lips. Ms Hawtrey was apparently willing to let that slide though.

The British mistress began twisting the dildo with each thrust. That was something that Scarlett adored about dildos. No man was able to twist like that, and as the little nubs and ribs twisted in and out of her, the fire in Scarlett’s loins became an inferno.

Scarlett heard a little click down south, and her pleasure went into overdrive. The dildo began vibrating inside of her, sending a jolt of ecstasy tingling through her. It was amazing! Scarlett’s eyebrows shot up and she lifted her head off the table. She wanted to cry out, but Hawtrey pressed a finger over her lips and whispered, “Hush, girl, hush.”

Scarlett did manage to “hush”, but she had to bite hard on her gag to stop herself. That hunk of silicone was a masterwork! Scarlett’s womanhood was pulsing with joy, and it was enough to make the horny goth forget all about her rotten day.

She involuntarily let out a hoarse gasp. It was hitting a spot. She was going to cum!

click

The dildo stopped vibrating. Hawtrey stopped moving it too. It just laid there, dormant inside Scarlett.

“Whht thh fhhk,” Scarlett shouted, forgetting all about her trainer’s instructions. “Trrn ht bhhk hn!”

Ms Hawtrey didn’t retaliate like she normally did. She just smiled. “Behavior like that isn’t going to get you anywhere darling.” She leaned in and said, “neigh for me.”

“Whht?!”

“I said, neigh for me!”

Scarlett dropped her head down on the pool table and groaned. ‘What a stupid request,’ she thought. ‘She’s just trying to flex; to remind me one last time that she’s in control.

Well, it worked.

Scarlett took a deep breath, and tried her best to neigh like a horse. It sounded ridiculous with the bit gag on, and Hawtrey looked as though she was trying not to laugh. Scarlett didn’t care. She just wanted to get back to business, back to that incredible pleasure.

Hawtrey looked down on Scarlett and whispered, “good girl.”

click

”MMMNNNNNMMM!”
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Outstanding! No more. No less!
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Goddamn what a sexy scenario! Loved the race and love the orgasm denial! Your descriptions are always so on point mate, I always know just what the characters are thinking and feeling, bloody well done!
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