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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 1 of 5
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Rose didn't think that she could take any more of this torture. She had displeased Master and he was punishing her. It was the worst form of punishment possible. He wasn't spanking her or flogging her or jolting her with electricity. Those she could endure. Those she had endured. Those she would now relish. No, Master was torturing her in a much worse way. He was ignoring her.
Master had not touched her in over three weeks. Not only had he not used her sexually, he had not physically touched her in any way. Neither had he spoken to her. He listened, or more accurately, he ignored her in total silence as she yelled, cried, begged forgiveness or just dissolved totally into wordless, choking sobs. He didn't even tell her to be quiet or to not speak unless spoken to. He said nothing.
Rose knew that she deserved to be punished. She had, after all, lost, and because she had lost, Master had lost face among his friends. But it wasn't the first time that she had lost a match. She had fought other slaves before and although she almost always won, she had lost before.
When she had lost, Master had punished her for losing as was proper.... but not like this. Once she lost because she was careless and not paying attention to the match, and he had publicly whipped her. Once he gave her to the crowd. Once, to humiliate her, he strapped her to a fucking machine and left her in the center of the ring moaning out her forced pleasure for the rest of the night after the matches themselves were over. Master had done that and much more to her as punishment, but he had never cut her off so completely.
It wasn't fair! No, she shouldn't say that. Rose knew that Master did not have to be fair. Master was... Master. Whatever Master did was what should be done and Rose should accept that.
But how could she make it up to Master if he would not speak to her. How could she do what had to be done if he did not tell her what to do? How could she beg forgiveness if he would not listen to her? How could she come back into his pleasure if he would not punish her?
It all started the night of the matches. Several of the Masters and Mistresses would meet every other month for competition between their slaves. This was not matches between battle slaves that could and often did end in injury or even death if the slaves were fighting with weapons. This was more like professional wrestling. It was mostly for show, except the script didn't say who was supposed to win and who was supposed to lose. The outcome of the matches was absolutely not preplanned. Money and many other things were wagered on these matches. Masters and Mistresses gained or lost prestige. Slaves suffered the consequences of losing, but for the most part, the slaves - male or female - were not seriously injured. Although these matches were theatre and show, they were not fixed.
Each match of the night had some sort of theme. The first matches of the evening were always "Southern Belle" fights. For a Southern Belle fight, two female slaves were dressed as plantation belles at a coming out party. The costumes were exact down to the frilly pantaloons held in place with drawstrings at the waist.
At the beginning of the match, the two opponents would be lifted into the ring sitting on wooden swings suspended with long ropes. They would emerge out of the darkness to hang just above the mat which was the floor of the fighting ring. Usually they would swing back and forth serenely for a few moments as the Ringmaster announced the fight. Then, he would turn to the two Southern Belles in their swings and cry out loudly, "Ladies, are you ready to fight!?"
No one could ever hear what either of the slaves said over the roar of the crowd, but immediately both slaves would jump from their swings and rush to meet each other in the center of the ring, tearing at each other's clothing. Hats and powdered wigs were usually the first things to go, followed swiftly by dress, petticoats, and whatever else the Belle was wearing. The purpose of the match was not to pin your opponent to the mat, but rather to strip her. The first one to strip her opponent totally naked was the winner. Sometimes it wasn't until the "Belle" had been stripped that was it obvious that "she" was actually a sissy slave. Since many of the sissy slaves have either implants or hormone induced breasts, that revelation often did not occur until the pantaloons had been stripped from their legs exposing their crotch.
Like most other slaves who fought in the matches, the first time that Rose competed, she was a "Southern Belle." She lost miserably. Her big mistake was that she didn't realize that the long, frilly underpants had to be tied at the waist. The costumes were, after all, "authentic," and they didn't have elastic back in the 1800's. As soon as Rose began to wrestle with her opponent, her pantaloons fell to her ankles, tripping her and landing her in a heap at her opponents feet.
With the crowd whooping and yelling, her opponent quickly pounced on her, pulled the frilly leggings the rest of the way off her legs and used them to bind her hands behind her back. From that point on, it was just a matter of sliding Rose's clothing off her kicking legs or tearing off the blouse and other parts that couldn't slide past her tied wrists. So thorough was Rose's defeat that her opponent was still totally dressed when the referee declared the match. She even still had her hat and powdered wig sitting firmly on her head.
