Mistress Lucy looked like hell on heels to Martin Prince. The diminutive Chinese Dominatrix was wearing her highest pair of black, high-heeled boots and was striding towards him with evil intentions. Martin, an overweight solicitor in his mid fifties, was totally defenceless, his hands cuffed behind his back, a ball gag rammed in his mouth, on his knees invitingly spread apart. Without breaking stride Mistress Lucy kicked her client full strength in his balls and smiled at his muffled screams. As he flopped pathetically onto his side and began to sob into his gag she turned on her heel and addressed the third person in the room, her personal Slave Elizabeth (formerly her great rival Mistress Elizabeth).
"Slave get the TENS unit ready, I'll electrocute this fat bastard back to life!"
The tall English woman, formerly so haughty herself, dropped her eyes as she nodded her head and moved to the back of the play room to look out the equipment. She was dressed in the sexiest short French maid's uniform imaginable and Mistress Lucy took a moment to watch her exit, enjoying the sight of her slaves bottom under that mini skirt as she moved. But when she turned around she recognised quickly that something was wrong. Martin wasn't moving any more. His eyes had rolled up and his pulse, upon inspection had stopped and despite her frantic efforts at CPR she could not revive him. As Elizabeth watched on Mistress Lucy had to admit the unpalatable fact that he had died of what seemed to be a heart attack.
Suddenly the ultra confident, dominant little oriental was lost for what to do for the best, turning and looking at Elizabeth she instinctively knew that she wanted no-one beyond this room involved, not the police, not her male slaves, nobody else. And so it was that Lucy and Elizabeth manhandled his naked form back into his clothes and down to his car outside, then they drove, in the middle of the night to a rough area of town and dumped it there, positioning him behind the wheel. It took over three hours and Mistress and slave were shattered when they finally returned back to Mistress Lucy's Den.
Lucy did not enjoy a good sleep that night, despite her tiredness, her dreams were filled with images and visions that haunted her as she failed to prevent herself imagining the worst possible scenarios unfolding on her. She woke early and her day started off badly by finding that Elizabeth was gone. The Asian was angry but supposed that last nights events had been to much for her posh, English slave and as she busied herself in cancelling all her appointments for that afternoon she supposed she was not as bothered as she should have been. She had had her pound of meat out of Elizabeth and perhaps this was as good a time as any to part.
Lucy took a long, hot shower. She felt she required one after the events of last night. She stood under the hot spray and pulled her wet hair away from her head until it was right down her back and almost touching her bum. She took longer than usual to wash but felt all the better for it when she emerged, naked and dripping. Then her phone rang and she literally jumped out of her skin. It was her own private phone, one that not very many people had the number for. She was concerned until she read the caller display and saw the words "JAP WHORE". That threw her completely. It was the number of another Mistress from the Club, Mistress Miyoko, a Japanese Domme who the Chinese Mistress Lucy had a particular enmity with. They had shared numbers over a year ago when trading barbed insults in public was beneath them and the feud was really starting to take off. She considered ignoring it but decided she could do with getting a bit of venom out of her system.
"Yes?! What is it?!" her voice sharp and impatient.
The voice that replied was slow like treacle dripping off a spoon.
"Oh Darling is that any way to speak to someone who can help you out?"
Lucy did not like the sound of that but couldn't stop herself replying acidly.
"You? How could you ever help me?"
"I've got a 'friend' of yours here. Well maybe the term friend is misleading, more a former slave and she tells me you were up late last night."
Miyoko didn't have to spell things out any further for her nemesis. Elizabeth had gone to the one person who hated Lucy more than she had. Obviously Elizabeth was too far down the road of slavery to deal with Lucy herself given her situation but she had gone to someone who wasn't. Lucy kept her calm as she considered her situation, her mind already racing as to how to get out of this.
"Is that so?" her very no-commital answer.
A little laugh at the other end of the phone then more words, spoken softly but with an unmistakable threat.
"Don't play games with me Lucy. I have Elizabeth here, she has told me everything that happened yesterday and we have also returned to the car and moved it and planted a piece of evidence leaving no doubt he died in your dungeon. So we understand ourselves you dumb Chink if I decide to then you are going to be in a lot of trouble."
Lucy did not doubt a word of what her rival said. Clearly Elizabeth had not been broken totally by her enslavement these past few months, there had still remained the old underlying feelings from her former English rival. She said nothing, holding the phone too tightly against her ear.
"To keep your secret all you have to do is attend tonight's events at the Club as my slave, that is all. One night where you will do every single thing I demand of you and you will gratefully serve me in public before our peers."
Mistress Lucy's silence spoke volumes to Mistress Miyoko.
"What's the matter Chink? Not like you to be lost for words. Well you need only give me one -- yes or no?"
"...yes..."
"Good. You will wait at the entrance to the Club tonight at 8. You will be dressed as normal for a night at the Club and you will let no-one know that you are doing this against your will. Other than that you will obey me completely tonight or be visited by the police in the morning. Good bye...slave."
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Lucy considered fleeing town but in the end she knew that would just make things look even worse. Besides she would not put it past her Japanese rival to be watching her home for just such a move and to inform on her then. No flight was not a good option, besides her whole life was here, she had built up a clientele, a business and a reputation that it would take years to achieve anywhere else. No, it was clear that she only had one real course of action however much it stuck in her throat.
She prepared as normal that night for an evening at the Club. Well that wasn't strictly true, this time she could not spend the hour or two that she got showered and dressed goading Elizabeth about how used to be the pre-eminant Domme before being beaten in competition by the small Chinese Mistress then broken and transformed into her slave. Lucy gave a wan smile to herself in the mirror remembering all the cruel and perverse things she had inflicted on the once proud English woman. But there was the irony. In all likelihood she would be in Elizabeth's position that night, forced to serve a hated enemy.
She was naked at that point, having just showered and added plenty of powder after towelling off (Damn that English bitch, she should have been here to do that!) she stood before her full length mirror and admired her reflection. She had a petite, lightly tanned body with perfect, pert tits and a tiny, firm ass. It broke all her rules of life, a life she had fought and scratched through to get where she was, hundreds of sacrifices, to hand this body into the possession of another. Man or woman she did not submit to anybody. She dropped her eyes, unable to meet her own disapproving gaze. Miyoko! Why did it have to be her? Lucy swore to herself that somehow she would get revenge on whatever indignities she was about to endure. With this vow made and having convinced herself she felt slightly better as she started to get dressed.
She wore all black. A simple, impossibly narrow corset that pushed up her breasts and exposed most of her back. Black leather shorts. Black fishnets. Thigh high black leather boots. She pulled her hair back severely into a long, straight ponytail. Finally she was ready. She so did not want to do this.
They met her outside the Club. It was cold and dark as Lucy stepped out of her chauffeur driven limo and it headed off, she was called to by a nearby car. She recognised the voice immediately as that of Mistress Miyoko. She stood next to the door looking down and into it, eager to get away from such a public place. The Japanese girl knew this only too well.
"Well bitch I see you turned up. Good! However, I've changed my mind about your attire, here take this and pop into the alley there and change into it."
All she handed Lucy was a leather gimp mask. Lucy held it and looked at it, turned it over expecting there to be something else.
"But? What is..? Where?"
Mikoko frowned and got out of her car to stand right up before Lucy. They were both really short and it was almost comical when Elizabeth also emerged from the car to tower over both while wearing her frilly French Maid's outfit. Miyoko delivered a stinging opened hand slap to her Chinese counterpart and virtual spat out her retort.
"Already you waste my time slut! I told you to obey me immediately and without question and already you prove yourself unworthy to be my slave. Slave Elizabeth, hand me my telephone, the police should be made aware of this felony."
Lucy showed her horror at this and reached out to halt the dialling. Then she begged and pleaded. Pleaded! For her not to do this. It was the most humiliating moment of her life (but was very soon going to be beaten lots of times more).