BDSM, D/s, M/F, F/F, Slave Wrestling
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Rose has disappointed her Master by losing a Greased Gladiator match at the club. This is the story of the aftermath of that match told more or less from Rose's perspective as she comes to grips with the Master's punishment of silence and then is slowly led into the truth of who she truly is and what her Master has done for her.
The story is in 5 parts. This is part 5 of 5
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As Rose sobbed and wailed out her despair, a soft hand touched her and then began to stroke her back, much like you would quiet a frightened pet. A soft voice said, "Shhh. Shhh my little one. It will be alright."
It was a woman's voice.
The soft hands reached around her neck and Rose felt something being buckled into place. It was another collar. This collar was smaller... lighter. It smelled new, but not of new leather. It smelled more of new metal and it was cold against her skin. A click and slight tug told her that a leash had been attached to the collar.
The soft voice said, "Stand," and Rose stood. Standing before her was Mistress Joan. Behind her stood Kim June. Mistress Joan was dressed as befit a Mistress in an expensively tailored, ivory colored evening gown. A thin turban covered her hairless head. Kim June wore a simple black dress with matching black sandals.
"Raise your arms," instructed Mistress Joan. Rose did, and Kim June stepped forward and lowered a black dress over Rose's head. It was identical to the dress which Kim June wore and except for being black, was the identical to the white dress that Master had carried away. Kim June set a pair of sandals on the floor at Rose's feet. They, too, matched Kim June's, and they, too, were a black version of the sandals which Rose had worn into the club.
With the dress and sandals properly in place, Kim June stepped back away. Mistress Joan looked intently into Rose's eyes and said softly, "Your Master must have loved you very deeply."
Rose noticed that there was a strange catch in Mistress' voice. "He sold me to you. How could he love me?... Or did you win me from him in the match?"
Mistress Joan laughed softly and replied, "You don't understand, do you? Your Master hasn't told you happened in the ring that night, has he?
"I lost," answered Rose flatly, "That's all I really need to know."
"No, Rose, you didn't lose. You submitted. There's a difference."
Rose's face crinkled with an unasked question.
"When I pinned you to the mat, I made a very serious mistake. It was a rookie fighter's mistake that I should not have made, but I had never fought as a Greased Gladiator before. My grudge matches with other Mistresses had always been just all out mayhem until the other submitted... like Kim June did a few years ago."
Rose's eyes widened.
"You didn't know Kim June was once a Mistress, did you? Perhaps that is why other slaves could never defeat her. They treated her as a Mistress and were helpless against her. You treated her as a slave, and you won."
"You took advantage of her weakness - her hair, and you won. Once you knew how to spot a person's weakness, you always won. I should have remembered that, but instead, I ignored it. I had you pinned and I was taunting you about knowing YOUR weakness, but I, in MY weakness, was lying face down on top of you."
"So," replied Rose.
Mistress Joan again laughed. "I hadn't knocked your victory stick from your hands like you did to Kim June. It was my ass that was exposed. All you had to do was impale me with the stick in your hand and I would have been sold as a slave that night."
"My weakness was literally right in front of your face, but I was right about you. Your weakness was that you secretly desired to be ruled by a woman. You were fighting against your inner desires. You had your victory stick pressed against my asshole. All you had to do was push slightly and you won. But your inner desires were winning and instead of impaling me, you gave yourself to me. And in giving yourself to me you unleashed your true inner slave in one of the most intense orgasm anyone has ever witnessed. When your Master saw that, he knew that he could never truly be your Master again. For you to be truly happy, you needed to be slave to a Mistress."
"And so he gave me to you?" asked Rose.
"No. You still don't understand." continued Mistress Joan quietly, casting her eyes down toward the ground almost as though in shame. "Your Master came to me and told me that he knew that I loved Kim June. I denied it, but he asked why I would risk everything for her if I did not love her. I still tried to deny it, but he was right. He knew my true weakness. He knew that it was love for my slave that had driven me into that ring."
Mistress Joan sighed deeply. "Kim June is my slave, but I love her and her defeat took something very precious out of her. I was hoping to win it back for her. I risked becoming a slave so that my slave could remain happy. I guess that is love."
"Is that why he gave me to you?"
"You still don't understand. Your Master didn't give you to me. He gave me to you! As you orgasmed, you drove your victory stick fully into my ass. You won. But noone knew it because I, a fraction of a second later drove my victory stick fully into you."
