Mistress Nemesis sat in her changing room preparing for Kim's next test. She was surrounded by her wardrobe of fetish clothing, row upon row of pvc dresses, tops and skirts in various colours, a collection of fetish boots and shoes, an array of wigs and a dressing table scattered with make-up. She had already changed but was sat in front of her dressing room mirror for a moment of quiet contemplation. She was dressed in her favourite black pvc cat-suit and knee high stiletto boots. The shiny material clung to her statuesque and shapely figure. She always felt dominant in this outfit. She knew only too well the effect this cat-suit had on her slaves. The shiny pvc stretched over her voluptuous bosom and hips made her feel alluring and powerful. The mere sight of it catapulted her slaves into a state of submission. She could see it in their eyes. She had put it on now for a reason. She wanted to feel at her most dominant and powerful for the act she must now inflict on her protégé, her special slave girl.
Mistress Nemesis reflected on Kim's progress through Nemesisland. She's done brilliantly. She's been everything I wanted and expected from her. I knew that given the chance her hidden but latent qualities would shine through, and they have. She's shown herself to be submissive when required but wickedly dominant when necessary. She's clever and imaginative and resourceful. She's respectful at the right time but wicked and fun when she needs to be. And she wants to submit. I can feel it. She's embraced Nemesisland. She's confused and bewildered at times and she knows there's something being hidden about her past and I'll need to address that, but not yet. There will be a time for that. I need her in my world. She's so close and I must have her. For me and my wider purpose but also for herself so she can find out who she is. I haven't made a mistake; everything I've heard of this girl is true. I can see into her soul and I know she's the girl I need. It's imperative I have her. I must have her submit to me, completely. This is the last act, the final test for her.
Mistress Nemesis took something down from the shelf above her dressing table. It was black, made of hard rubber, thick, long and fearsome looking. Larger and harder than any male cock, it was the ultimate tool of humiliation. It was the biggest most awesome strap-on she possessed.
I have to steel myself for this, she contemplated, as she handled the hard dark object in her hand. I know how special this girl is and what she means to me. I like her. However cruel I've needed to treat her I've great affection for her. But I must manifest my harsh side. I must take her through this final trial of submission; take her deepest taboo and make her face up to it so she can surrender herself completely. And then all can be revealed.
She took the leather belt and strapped it around her waist, tightening the harness so it sat snugly against her crotch. The black false cock protruded from her body. She could feel its hardness against her own sex and that made her feel empowered. She ran her red fingernails across its contours and felt its unforgiving hardness. She felt the power and dominance of it run through her. This would not be easy, for her or for Kim, but it had to be done. She got up from her dressing table chair and went into her dungeon.
Kim had already been prepared by Vicky. She was front down on her whipping bench, her wrists and ankles strapped to the bench and her naked body tied down with leather straps. She was helpless and vulnerable and Mistress Nemesis knew that what she faced would be a severe challenge for her. She stood in front of Kim the black strap on bobbing in front of her face. Kim was tied down so she couldn't look up; her whole attention was directed at the fearsome object around the Red Queen's waist.
"Do you see this girl?"
"Mmm, yes mistress," Kim muttered in a whispered whimper.
Mistress Nemesis could tell Kim knew where she intended to put the hard object. Kim realised it. She hoped that she intended to fuck her with the strap-on in the normal way, up her sopping cunt but somehow she knew instinctively that wasn't where it was going to go. It was the only part of her bound, battered and abused body that hadn't been used in Nemesisland and it was hardly likely it was going to escape attention.
"Do you know where this is going to go?" she asked in her cruellest tones; the question was rhetorical.
"Yes, mistress," Kim replied, oh yes she knew.
"This is going to go up your arse girl. I will force you to cross your last taboo Kim. You will submit to me whatever the pain, whatever the humiliation, do you understand?"
Kim whimpered and nodded. She had hated this when it had been forced on her before by an ex-boyfriend. Could she learn to receive it in Nemesisland? Kim was scared.
Mistress Nemesis grabbed Kim harshly by the hair and lifted her head up.
"Take it girl. Suck on it."
She pushed the object between Kim's lips as they parted. The huge false phallus filled Kim's mouth. The taste of the hard rubber filled her mouth and its smell, mingled with the aroma of Mistress Nemesis's perfume, wafted up her nostrils. At first she could hardly breathe and she had to take in deep drafts of air through her nose as she obediently did as she was told and sucked on it. Mistress was not going to show her any mercy. She pushed the rubber cock down her throat in deep strokes until at one point she started gagging. Kim was close to tears but she pulled herself back. Eventually Mistress Nemesis settled on a slow rhythmic movement that forced Kim to suck hard on the object.
Kim was relieved when the strap-one was pulled out of her mouth but it was only a brief respite as she knew what was going to follow. Mistress Nemesis said nothing. She marched beside Kim her stiletto heels clicking against the stone floor. She climbed up onto the whipping bench and knelt over Kim's back-side. Kim could feel the hard pvc against her the flesh of her arse and her thighs.
There was a slapping sound and Kim let out a howl of pain.
"Take it girl," the voice behind her reprimanded cruelly, "control yourself."
It was such a surprise. Kim wasn't expecting that, she was waiting for something very different. Mistress Nemesis slapped her hard with the open face of her hand five or six times. It was painful but this time Kim was ready for her.
"Vicky, pass me my riding crop."
Kim heard movement behind her and then the sharp whack of the leather loop of the crop against her back-side. Kim had to use all her inner strength not to let out a squeal of pain. She leaned right over Kim so that she could feel the pvc pressed against her and then the touch and smell of Mistress Nemesis's dark hair as it hung over her cheeks.
"You'll be my little pony, girl."
And she whacked Kim hard with the riding crop. She felt her arse glowing red with the harsh strokes.
"Vicky, fetch a ball gag and bridle and put it on her," ordered Mistress Nemesis.
Vicky did as she was told. She put a red ball gag into Kim's mouth and tightened the strap behind her head so it was kept firmly in place and then secured a metal bridle around her cheek and a pair of leather reins. Now, mistress climbed up onto her back and took hold of the reins. The weight of her pvc clad back-side pressed down onto Kim. The harsh strokes with the riding crop continued in earnest now.
"Come on take me for a ride girl."
Her back-side felt like it was on fire. The pain was now excruciating and Kim was sure there would be red welts on her arse from fierce strokes from the crop. There was no release from it; she was strapped down and could barely move and her cries and moans were muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. She could feel the movement of mistress on top of her, 'riding her' and the legs of her pvc cat suit squeezing her body. And yet, and this Kim couldn't explain logically, just like everything else in Nemesisland, she loved the sensations. She wanted it and her burning desire was to give herself up to whatever this powerful dominatrix threw at her.
