"Feburary story contest" Queen of Hearts
Queen of Hearts, by DungeonMaster6
Rob, a slender, well-conditioned, dark haired dominant accepted Mistress Rose's invitation to her BDSM party on Saturday evening. The soiree was to be held in an old abandoned warehouse in an otherwise dreary part of town, where hardly anybody would go for entertainment.
He'd been in the scene for ten years now, even hosting some parties of his own from time to time. In fact, he and his lady, who was also a dominant, had the most fantastic dungeon anywhere. Anything that had to do with bondage and dominance was in there.
So when the six-foot two, lean man of 29 entered the vast warehouse, he was greeted by a host of people, both male and female, dominants and submissives. The sounds of smacks and thwaps could already be heard around the vast room. The equipment was supplied by a man and his wife, who were both in the scene, and who called their company, "Stocks and Bonds." In fact Rob had purchased a sturdy, well-made spanking horse from them.
Black was the dominant color warn at this party, with changing rooms provided. Leather and lace competed with each other for being the most worn fabric at these parties, although during sessions, partial or complete nudity prevailed.
So it was with utter awe, when Mistress Rose herself came out of the changing room, wearing an outfit in bright red. The contrast was immediately striking, with people turning their heads gaping at what they saw. A shear top, that showed off her average sized, perky breasts, with the nipples covered with a bright red star that was clearly visible through the transparent material, complemented the extremely short skirt, that barely concealed her matching thong. Her bare legs added to the aura, with well-conditioned thighs and calves leading down to a pair of thigh-high leather boots. And her pitch black hair set off the entire outfit.
Even Rob couldn't take his eyes off the hostess and person who ran this party. He'd known Rose for many years, but he couldn't recall a time when she looked more stunning. Mouthwatering, is the word that could be heard through the crowd.
But Rose was not alone that evening. Behind her, with her wrists bound behind her and a ball-gag inserted in her pie hole, was the Mistress's personal slave-girl. She was led by a leash that was attached to a wide leather collar.
With her slave-girl in tow, Mistress Rose walked right up to the tall handsome Rob as he was sipping his jack and ginger at the bar. After a mutual hug, they each smiled respectfully at each other.
"How's it going big man?" Rose asked with a sincere tone... "I'm here lady, you know I love your parties," Rob replied as he looked over the shorter slave-girl. "I see you brought along your own plaything."..."Yes, you remember Claudia, don't you? I brought to your last party."..."Oh yeah she was the one who was gang-raped."..."And she loved every second of it. She revealed to me her fantasy about being raped by a group of women."..."That was the highlight of that party, even Celise talked about it after you all left."..."Oh how is your lady, anyway." ..."She's making the rounds, you know how she is, she'll play with anybody. In fact that's her over there whipping that guy."..."She sure doesn't waste time, does she?"
"No she doesn't, but I need to find a playmate," Rob said as he looked over the crowd. A lascivious smile crossed Rose's pretty face. He could see a light bulb go off in her head, but he waited for her to speak. "I could be your playmate, big man!"..."You? Rose I'd love to have a session with you, but we're both dominants...and you have Claudia."..."Let's go to my private room, I can hogtie this slave, and we can play."..."Yes, but who will be the sub? I haven't been dommed in years."..."Let me tell you something Rob, I've fantasized about being domed by you for years!"
Rob's face reddened as he considered Rose's intriguing proposal. "Are we going to flip for it?" He asked off-handedly. The lady grabbed a quarter off the bar. He beamed when she said, "Call it!"
But Rose didn't flip the coin. Instead, she uncuffed her slave-girl, but left the ball-gag in. The Mistress handed Claudia the coin. The slave waited until her Domme nodded and flipped the silver piece in the air. "Heads". The slave deftly caught the silver piece and slapped it on the back of her left wrist. She took her hand away. The two dominants looked over. "You win, Rob," Rose said guardedly as her face now matched her outfit.
The dark haired man smiled broadly. "Where's this private room?" ..."This way," Rose replied as he led her now rebound slave-girl along. Rob followed through the horde who were performing all sorts of hurtful, satisfying maneuevers with the various implements. Up some metal steps and into a door marked private, the three disappeared.
When Rob closed the door, he spied the equipment in the room. The obligatory spanking horse, which any good dungeon should have, sat facing the left wall. A metal bar shaped like a clothes hanger, that had a sturdy chain attached to an eyebolt in the ceiling, hung down in the center of the smallish room. Leather cuffs were attached to each end of it, and it could be adjusted according to a persons height.
Mistress Rose proceeded to hogtie her slave-girl face down in one corner, then stood up to face Rob, who couldn't believe his good fortune. Mistress Rose, the owner and executive officer of this BDSM club was about to submit to him, without any reservations.
With no hesitation, he looked sternly at her. He mouthed the words he never thought he'd ever say, "slave rose!"...She swallowed hard. "Yes Sir!" She said assuming a role she had played only briefly when she initially entered the scene, when she didn't know whether she wanted to be a FemDom or a slave.
Rob's next word cut through the air, "Strip!" He picked up a riding crop to encourage her swift adherence. As the shear blouse came off, Rob could feel his manhood pushing against his leather pants. When the red stars that were covering her nipples came off, his cock took another leap. As she sat to remove her high leather boots, her red-covered crotch came into plain view. At that point Rob thought this Queen of Hearts was the sexiest female he'd ever laid eyes on. She looked so inviting in that thong, he insisted she leave it on after the skirt came off. The thong which left both hind cheeks bare, barely covered her secret passage.
It was tough for Rob to keep his mind on the task at hand, but when he ordered her to stand under the metal bar, she did so without hesitation. Attaching both wrists to each leather cuff, and adding a three foot spreaderbar, he stepped back admiring the exquisite sight.
"I don't know what your limits are ,slave(he emphasized that word)!" ..."It's okay Sir, do what you want," she mouthed in a slightly excited voice.
"Very well then, do you like nipple torture?" He asked rhetorically, as he inserted the ball-gag and hooked it behind her head. He then found a set of clamps that was attached to a long thin piece of wire. Four clamps were fastened, two on each end. Rose's eyes widened when she saw Rob squeeze open one of the metal clamps and point it toward her left nipple. The ball-gag had been a good idea, for her shrieks doubled when he added the second clamp on the other nipple. The wire hung downward toward her naval. Surely he wasn't going to...Yes he did...He attached the other two clamps to her left and right pussy lips. The unrelenting pain shot through her being as she cavorted around, trying to ease her agony.
Rose had indeed lost the coin flip, and she thought she'd have done much the same to Rob if she had won. So she really couldn't protest, but she hadn't felt the devastating discomfort of clamps for a long time. And she had never had them put on her pussy lips before!
Then she saw the flogger in his hand, the one with thirteen finely tanned tails. She knew when she saw the heads on that coin, she was going to be whipped. Not just by anybody, but by Sir Rob, the man she had fantasized about doing this very thing.
He didn't make her wait long. The hard slash hit her high up on her back. Swallowing hard behind the gag, she anticipated the next one, an inch lower. Then right down her soft, white skin, he whipped her, methodically covering every inch of her back, buttocks and thighs. She knew she was submitting to an expert flagellist, and even though her stripes burned for sure, she almost felt honored.
He swung her around and continued down her front, yes he whipped her
breasts, purposely avoiding the clamps. Down her tummy, over her mound and to the front of both thighs he flogged her.
It was at that point he appreciated who she was as well. This wasn't just anybody he was whipping. This was Mistress Rose. He wondered how many slaves and subs she had flogged up here?
It was at that point when he slowly removed the clamps, knowing she'd shriek again. As a reward, he tongued both nipples back to a normal state, and he could hear her pleasureable gasps. He then slid down her still suspended body and licked both pussy lips, sending her into blissful heaven.
At that point, Rob wanted Rose just as badly. He took her down, laid her softly on the rug, then rolled over allowing her to mount him, knowing her back would be chafed if they fucked missionary style. What a ride it was!
