(This is the third part of this story, to make sense I would urge you to read the previous chapters - they're quite good I promise. Sorry for the long wait for chapter 3 and thanks very much for the kind feedback I've received for the first two chapters)
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Mariah Carey sat on the edge of her bed in Whitney Houston's mansion and absent-mindedly played with the full, long, luxurious hair of Beyonce Knowles, who knelt at her feet with her head resting against Mariah's soft, naked thighs. They both stared at the wall clock, watching the minute hand tick inexorably towards one' o'clock. At that time Beyonce would enter Whitney's dungeon alone for a domination session with her new Mistress that would have major ramifications for both Beyonce and Mariah.
As they waited they knew Christina Milian had been in there with Mistress Whitney for the past two hours and that if Whitney was happier with Christina than Beyonce then Halle Berry would assume a new position within this Harem of slaves. The thought was abhorrent to Mariah, she did not want to submit to anyone other than Whitney far less someone she openly disliked such as Halle.
"Bee, remember last week in your hotel room?"
How could she forget! A nod.
"You liked it didn't you? Well so did I.I loved dominating you. I love how I felt doing all those kinky things to you and have you willingly submit to me. But for me I love it even more when I submit to Mistress Whitney. She knows how to treat me. Ever since I first met her I have only wanted to please her. If YOU don't please her today, if you don't do better than Christina then I'll lose a part of that. I don't want to lose that. You won't let me down will you Bee?"
A soft "No Mistress Mariah."
In an instant Mariah changed, her face hardened and darkened and her soft stroking of Beyonce's hair changed suddenly to a hard pull on it and in a low, threatening voice she spoke.
"You'd better fucking not, slave!" and she held Beyonce's shocked gaze.
The intense moment was broken when Whitney's butler, Jenks, came to snootily inform them to come to the anti-chamber. This room outside one of Whitney's dungeons was cold and damp, dark and oppressive. Both Beyonce and Mariah knelt in silence once Jenks left, both pondering Mariah's earlier threat. Beyonce had winced as Halle had viciously caned Mariah the night before due to Beyonce's failings. She did not want to let her down again.
Minutes passed before Jenks returned with Halle Berry, naked, she smiled nastily at Mariah before kneeling beside her and within the seconds the large wooden door all three waited on, swung open.
Whitney Houston exited first looking stunning in a bright scarlet, figure hugging cat-suit. She was wearing an impossible set of spike heeled boots in matching red and in her right hand held a curled up bull whip and in her left a leash. She comes further out and we see that attached to the leash is a silver collar fitted tightly around the sexy little neck of Christina Milian.
Christina looked amazing, her hair damp with sweat at it's ends, her eyes a mixture of elation and subjugation, her body lithe, naked, curvy and obviously marked by Whitney's treatment of her. She crawled on hands and knees, like a well trained dog, behind her Mistress. Her body showed visible signs of fatigue and her progress was slow enough that leash went tight once and she had to put a small spurt on to gain some slack. Whitney stopped before Halle Berry and told her, " My new slave has pleased me greatly, she accepted all the punishment I felt necessary and never once gave me cause to complain, well done slave Halle. You make take this bitch back and play with her."
Before Halle turned, Whitney grabbed her by the shoulder, "But make sure you do not be too hard on her, I do not want her too much more exerted this day."
"Yes Mistress."
Halle stood and led her charge from the room. Whitney's dominant gaze moved now to the remaining subs. She let her eyes take in both Beyonce and Mariah's magnificent figures, Beyonce's hard and athletic, Mariah's soft and voluptuous. Whitney slowly walked behind both and ran her hands over their shoulders.
"Slave Mariah, kiss your charge good luck then leave us. You may return at four for her - if she lasts!"
Mariah knew what kind of kiss Whitney demanded and she turned towards Beyonce and locked her big red lips onto the younger slaves and let her tongue explore her mouth, searching out Beyonce's tongue and massaging it roughly with her's. The snog lasted a whole minute and as Mariah disengaged her lips a trail of saliva spilled from Beyonce's mouth and lay, glistening on her pert breasts. Without further comment Mariah arose and left the room, leaving just Beyonce and the menacing figure of Whitney Houston.
Whitney reached down and took a big handful of Beyonce's hair, tightened her grip then led her newest slave through the open door and into the dark opening to her dungeon. It was a dark room that, because of the dim red lighting that surrounded it in shadows, appeared much larger than it actually was. Various implements and features were scattered throughout the room and Beyonce had every reason to expect they would be put to good use on her body that afternoon. Whitney released her grip on Beyonce in the centre of the room and turned to close the door. Beyonce felt strong, powerful hands encircle her neck and stiff fingers roughly massage her.
"If you want to serve me, to be my slave, to be my bitch, Beyonce, you will wear my collar. Understand?"
A small nod followed by "Yes Mistress."
The next thing she felt was a stiff, thick, leather collar being slipped around her neck and being pulled tightly, for a moment too tightly, together. A snap followed a lock and she was collared, a large silver ring the only accoutrement to the collar, hanging from the front over her neck.
"So you think you can serve me, slut?"
