"You disappoint me Mistress Whitney, I had thought that you would not back down from our little game but it seems I was sadly mistaken."
Whitney Houston turned he fiercest gaze on the young woman (she would not call Shakira a Mistress) who had such a disrespectful tone of voice and spoke with undisguised menace.
"Do not imply that I am ever scared to back up my words with actions. Fine, Beyonce is my stake, come let us begin."
The younger Colombian Dominatrix smiled and, unseen, in the watching crowd so too did Jennifer Lopez, pleased that her manipulation was going so well. Not for the first time in recent weeks Mistress Whitney had to put a brave face on and try and bluff and bluster her way through this but it looked like backfiring and she could not help but worry at losing another of her favourite slaves. The rot had started last week when that insolent bitch Naomi Campbell had challenged her to a whipping contest in the D Club, that most celebrity packed of private Domination clubs in Los Angeles. The Whipping Challenge was simple, rival Mistresses bet money with each other over who was the fiercer Domme with a whip. They would pick a slave of the others and take turns lashing the others slave, first to have their slave begging to stop won. Usually these contests were for cash but other things could be used as a stake too. Like ownership of Beyonce Knowles, for instance.
The problem Mistress Whitney had was that she was broke. She was doing everything she could to hide that fact, from the public and especially from her rivals at the Club. But that didn't change the fact she was living way beyond her means and nearing dire financial straits. What she did not know was that it Jennifer Lopez who was orchestrating her downfall. Jennifer who had been forced to submit to Whitney to gain access to Beyonce, Jennifer who had been humiliated that day by the elder diva, Jennifer who was now hell bent on making Whitney's life a misery and having her as her slave. So last week it was Jennifer who had put her friend Naomi up to challenging Whitney to a Whipping Contest for $1,000,000 knowing there was no way Whitney could pay and suspecting that Whitney would not want to back down and would do the only possible thing open to her to save face -- instead of money bet with slaves. So last week Naomi had chosen to whip Mariah Carey (chosen as she was a noted wimp with taking the whip and because everyone knew she was so loyal to Whitney) while Whitney had chosen Tyra Banks from Naomi's stable of female slaves.
It had been a long contest, Mariah desperate not to be separated from her long term Mistress but eventually she had to ask for it too stop, her limits reached. And that had been noted by all the other Mistresses who it seemed were anxious to test Mistress Whitney's resolve even further. Shakira was brazen about it, showing Whitney no respect as she challenged her the very next week and again, with no finances to deal with she would have to put up another of her stable in place of stake money. Mistress Lopez would have preferred that Beyonce came to her eventually but more important was snagging Whitney so for now she was content to see the prize go to Shakira. And go she was sure it would.
Shakira chose to whip Halle Berry's shapely ass while Mistress Whitney picked the ripe bottom of Salma Hayek from Shakira's Harem as the target for her lash. It being a Saturday night there was quite a crowd in the club, plenty of A-list Dominants and submissives were watching with interest as two large crosses were moved to the centre of the main rooms floor and individually Halle and Salma were tied to the crosses and bent slightly forward. Between the two crosses were two objects, one a cheque for $1,000,000, the other the beautiful Beyonce Knowles, shackled and on a collar and lead. The winner would claim both prizes and Whitney really needed them.
Salma was first to taste the stinging lick of the whip, Whitney unleashing a beautiful strike to the Mexican's soft, round ass that echoed magnificently through the cavernous hall. Those watching Salma's face could see it through a range of expressions from initial shock, to sudden pain to a smile of pleasure (she was an experienced submissive and had learned to love the touch of a lash). Mistress Whitney smiled as she observed the red mark she had left on her targets ass cheek, it was perfect for landing a second and third right on top of, this is one contest she would not lose. And that million dollars would serve her well for steadying her financial decline and regaining some face around here following last weeks debacle. She was right to be confident, Halle Berry was probably the toughest sub that she had ever owned and she seriously doubted a mere novice like Shakira could break her before Whitney could break almost anybody.
Shakira looked unbelievably sexy as she strutted up behind Halle's inert form, clad as she was in a tight black, leather corset that saw her breasts nearly bulging over the top and a pair of matching shorts that accentuated her gorgeous backside. A pair of fishnet tights and thigh high stiletto boots completed her ensemble. She unravelled the long bull whip from her hand and let it hang beside her for a moment before whipping it up and striking it expertly on Halle's backside, as good a strike as it was it was nothing compared to Whitney's. But the whole club came silent as shockingly Halle squealed and begged for Shakira to stop. What had just happened? Shakira had won. Whitney had lost, again.
As Whitney and the majority of the crowd stood stunned at the amazingly early forfeit by her slave Shakira wasted no time in retrieving her cheque and taking possession of Beyonce -- she was now her slave. In the crowd Jennifer Lopez was feeling a bitter sweet victory, Whitney Houston had just taken another bodyblow to her morale but in the process someone other than her had gained ownership of Beyonce, still Jennifer was more concerned with revenge at that point. What no-one else knew was that Halle had been turned and was now a slave for Jennifer Lopez, and for the past few months had been acting as a mole within Whitney's organisation, giving her new Mistress all the information she needed to bring about Whitney's downfall. Tonight had been the coup de grace, her premature submission meaning not only that another star slave had been lost (Beyonce), an opportunity for much needed funds blown but that all the other Mistresses in the club once again saw one of Whitney's slaves capitulate all too easily. And worse was to follow.
With Shakira taking her newly won slave and Salma Hayek from the club to her waiting limo Whitney finally found her voice and her temper, exploding against the untied Halle, her wrath and anger fierce.
"You pathetic, hopeless slut! How could you beg after only one shot? How could you fail me like this? You will pay for this!"
But she was caught out buy Halle turning to her 'Mistress and brazenly, in front of all Whitney's contemporaries and flashing her the middle finger.
"Fuck off you useless old has been, You are nothing to me. You are not my Mistress. I could never serve the likes of you anymore. You are finished, done for, washed up. I've got a new Mistress."
And with that she crawled over to Jennifer Lopez and draped herself around her legs. Whitney Houston was apoplectic with rage but realised she had just suffered a further humiliation in the club and anything further she said or did would just exacerbate it so she stormed out, cursing all the way. Jennifer looked down at her slave and smiled.
"That was perfect Halle, she'll be begging at my feet within day, I promise and you can have her after me."
*
Shakira's Colombian hacienda was truly a remarkable place. It ran to hundreds of acres, each bought with her millions as a successful singer, there were actual forests between the single track road that skirted her land and her actual home, this gave her the privacy she craved to carry out her life out of the public eye when she needed it. Like just now. Standing in the centre of one of the many gardens was Beyonce, her newly acquired slave girl, she was stark naked, the only things adorning her the myriad ropes wrapped expertly around her body. In some ways she was just another beautiful ornament in the most well maintained garden you would ever see. She was standing inside the frame of a child's swing (or at least that is what it resembled), but there was so seat or chains on the frame, just it's metal bars arching out of the short lawn. Beyonce's arms were stretched up and tied expertly above her head to the top of the frame. White rope extends tautly from the bottom legs of the frame to knot tightly around her slim ankles, in short she is perfectly immobilised within the frame.
Beyonce has never looked sexier. The bright white rope around her ankles and wrists are not the alone. It has also been expertly tied around her pert breasts to make them stand out, looped around her neck to act like a collar and then down and between her shapely legs before heading back up and tying into the rope looped around her chest under her boobs. The white rope contrasts perfectly against her dark skin that shines in the hot, tropical temperature. But not only does she look sexy like this but she feels it too, this is easily as turned on as she had felt while in the world of submission that she has spent the past few months, no-one, not Mariah Carey, not Whitney Houston and certainly not Jennifer Lopez has made her feel quite like this.
Beyonce is not alone in this walled, enclosed garden. To her left on a large rug spread on the grass are Salma Hayek and Penelope Cruz in a sixty nine position, their tongues digging deeply into the others pussy. The fourth figure in this garden of Eden is the young Mistress herself, and while Shakira is the only one of the four wearing any clothing it is hardly her leathers from the club, instead all she wears are the skimpiest pair of light blue bikini bottoms imaginable -- and a contented smile. She surveyed her three slave girls and decided that her two older slaves could amuse themselves for a while longer, she wanted to play with her newest toy.
She approached the frame and stood right in front of Beyonce and gazed deeply into her eyes. Their similarity was quote striking, just Beyonce's skin colour really the major difference, to reduce this Shakira had ordered Beyonce to always wear her hair long and straight in her presence never in Shakira-like curls. Their eyes conveyed the same message, that Shakira should dominate Beyonce. They were a perfect match, the Colombian a naturally dominant woman, the American naturally submissive. They both knew their roles and relished them.
Shakira reached her hand out and parted the two tight strands of rope that covered Beyonce's pussy and parted them, stretching her finger inside to feel the warm wetness at lay inside. She took her finger out and held it to Beyonce's mouth to be licked clean, which she did eagerly, sucking the finger inside like a cock. Still Shakira said nothing, instead contenting herself by playing roughly with Beyonce's nipples, nipping them and tweaking them to stand out even further than they already were.
"Are you ready slave?"
Beyonce nodded and Shakira reached to the frame of the swing and removed two matching black crocodile clips that were attached to the frame and clipped them deliciously onto Beyonce's extended, engorged nipples. As the sharp sensations flooded Beyonce's lithe body she tried to stand up on the tip toes but was held in check by the ropes at her ankles.
