There is a most exclusive club in Los Angeles called "The D Club". You won't find it on any maps or street directories because for most people it does not exist. It is situated in the disused underground level of a famous hotel and the members pay well to be left alone by the hotel. There are only 36 members, they are all extremely rich women who are real life dominatrix.
All their slaves and submissives are men and they must undergo a rigorous process before they are allowed to serve a Mistress in the club. These women are rich and sadistic - a dangerous mixture. This story concerns two of the most outstanding figures in the club, two of the strongest, hardest, most dominant women you could ever meet and how one of them had to submit the other.
Mistress Elizabeth was nearly six feet tall, in her late thirties and has a very upright poise to herself that is explained by the fact that she was for over a decade an international supermodel. Born in England she has kept the very posh accent of the very rich. With a slim figure, long legs and beautiful long dark hair she looks every bit a goddess to be worshipped. But her attitude and demeanour is every bit as ugly as her looks are nice. She is bad tempered, snaps at people and treats them like shit. Her small band of male subs love it but it is no act she saves for them and tends to treat everybody as just being there for her and has fallen out with many a person, in the club and out with. A woman of substance she owns her own mansion in the richest area of the city and keeps five slaves with her. There is a distinct cruel streak to Elizabeth that she relishes unleashing on her slaves.
Mistress Lucy was in many ways a total contrast to Elizabeth. She was very short, had long, jet black hair and had striking Asian good looks of a Chinese girl in her mid twenties. Not much was known about her background but she was very well off and wore some hugely expensive S & M outfits. She was by a long way the most sadistic and brutal of all the Mistresses and even some of the other Mistresses winced at her treatment of her male subs.
In their own ways Elizabeth and Lucy were the two most disliked and feared Mistresses in the club and it was no surprise that they quickly established a real enmity between themselves. It happened within a week of Lucy joining the club when Elizabeth made a really condescending and racist remark to Lucy as if she were mere staff at the club. Lucy fired back with every expletive and curse she knew and finished by spitting in Elizabeth's face and it took five other Dommes to keep them apart. But no-one left the club as a result of the incident, they were paying too much to be kicked out.
That incident was the beginning of a year of snide comments and actions, name calling and upstaging and they did everything but get physical with each other. The others tired of it real quick and would have given anything for the two of them to either get over it or leave. Then one of them came up with a cunning idea to at least halve their problem.
There is legend in Domme folklore of contests between two Mistresses who have an irresolvable dispute, where by the loser must agree to serve as submissive to the winner. None of the other members of the club had ever come across this situation but the more they thought and discussed it the more the idea grew until they were committed to trying to get it underway. Basically one of the contestants had to challenge the other and put it to a panel of their peers to determine the challenge and the conspirators set about the set-up with vigour.
Those that were in any way close or on speaking terms with either Elizabeth or Lucy began to get in their ear a little more and stoke the flames of anger and resentment between them. They decided that Lucy, being younger and with a temper, was the best bet to make the initial challenge and her colleague dropped the concept of the challenge to her and built up the idea of taking on Elizabeth. And Lucy being the brash, confident young woman she was could not see herself losing to Elizabeth and could only envisage having that stuck up bitch as her slave. An alluring prospect for her.
So it came to pass that one hot Summer, Saturday evening Lucy approached a PVC clad Mistress Elizabeth and slapped her viciously across the cheek and spat the word "Challenge" out at her. Elizabeth knew her myths and seized the glove from Lucy and slapped her back just as hard and said "Challenge Accepted." The wheels were in motion and one of these strong, powerful Dominants was going to be humiliated and humbled as a result.
The panel of peers consisted of nine fellow Dommes from the club and their rules for the challenge were clear. They had considered having the two fight until one submitted but did not deem that this was appropriate for the club. So the challenge was that each Mistress would be given a male target. Someone well known in the city. They would then be given three months to seduce them and bring them to the club. On that given night the Mistress would need to induct the male celebrity into the club as a submissive and take them as far down the initiation process for subs as they could get them. This process would take place before the other Mistresses but not their immediate competitor so whoever went second would not know their target to beat.
Those rules of initiation for new male submissives were as follows :
1. To strip naked before his Mistress and kneel before her. 2. To lick his Mistresses shoes upon command. 3. To be caned 12 times by his Mistress. 4. To on command suck the cock of a fellow male sub. 5. To consent to being fucked by his Mistress with a 12" strap-on. 6. To consent to being branded with the clubs logo permanently on their backside. 7. If both subs meet all these criteria the Mistresses will decide further challenges on the night.
The rules explained, Mistress Elizabeth was given her target – a famous Actor that lived in the city and had a well publicised marriage to a beautiful TV Star and the two were vaunted for the happiness of their marriage. Lucy's target was a well known Sportsman with a huge reputation as a womaniser and a playboy. The three months began.....
Three months later and neither Mistress had been seen at the club since, no doubt eagerly working on their target. Their absence a happy side effect of the challenge that pleased the other members no end. At 7:30pm exactly Mistress Lucy strode through the entrance hall and into the designated room for the culmination of the challenge. She was followed by a man on his knees with a gimp mask on and naked except for a pair of black rubber shorts (that showed up so well against his dark athletic, muscled body), Lucy led him in and stopped him in the centre of the room on a studded collar and leash. Mistress Elizabeth was booked from 9:30 onwards.
Mistress Sadie had agreed to chair the challenge and as the other Mistresses hushed and sat in their chairs to view this there was a definite air of excitement and anticipation. The throng hushed and Sadie handed the floor to Lucy.
Lucy strutted confidently to centre stage. She looked a million bucks wearing a shiny black outfit that pressed her small, pert tits up and narrowed her waist massively. Her legs were almost totally encompassed by the longest thigh high, black, leather boots imaginable. They had stiletto heels that boosted her height significantly.
"Slave!" she barked, "Take off the mask! Quickly!"
The kneeling submissive nervously fiddled with the object that obscured his face and unclipped it and pulled it off to reveal the famous Basketball star. He looked far different from his normal public demeanour where he was often photographed with a wide smile and surrounded by a bevy of scantily clad beauties. Now the normally proud sportsman knelt nearly naked and could not even bring himself to raise his eyes to meet those of Lucy or any of the assembled Mistresses. He knelt at her feet, hunched over awaiting her next command.
"Take off those shorts, dog! Quickly!" barked Mistress Lucy.
The superstar slave quickly peeled off the tight rubber shorts and there was a collective gasp form the other Mistresses when his huge, flaccid dick sprang into view. Even in this form it had to be 11 inches long.
Lucy addressed her fellow Dommes "As you can see this pathetic fool is very well endowed. He used to be proud of it but not any more, eh slave?"
He looked up to answer but before her could utter a word she had kicked him in his scrotum and he slouched, winded onto his side at her feet.
"As you're down there slave get licking my shoes so I can pass the second part of your test."
He cowered on the floor before the slight Asian Dominatrix and slowly stuck his tongue out and began to submissively lap at her long, black boots. First, curling his pink tongue around the toe area and slowly tracing it back to lick at the heels. Every inch of her boots were licked as she stood menacingly over him and once done she ordered him to lick her boot's soles, which he did unquestioningly. It was quite the erotic sight for the watching throng as this highly paid, well known hulk of a man obeyed his tiny (in comparison) Mistress. She certainly seemed to have him well trained. A fact betrayed by the evil sneer adorning her face.
"Does that satisfy the first two tests?" asked Lucy mockingly.
A nod from Mistress Sadie indicated that it did and Lucy progressed to the next test. She was confident this wimp would do them all as she demanded, not in the slight bit amazed at what she had done to him in the short time she had known him. Men were weak and pathetic fools and a strong Mistress could usually tame them, and she had found that she was an exceedingly strong minded woman. She enjoyed humiliating and degrading men but the thought of having that stuck up cunt Elizabeth at her mercy was a enticing and powerful one that had driven her on over the last few months. No thoughts of losing had entered her mind.
She ordered the big athlete to his feet and over to a whipping horse situated in the centre of the room for this challenge. He obediently draped his long, black body over the structure and Lucy strapped his arms over it and his ankles to it's bottom.
"I am going to thrash you with this cane (she slashed it down millimetres from his head) and you will count each stroke and thank me after each one. Understand?"