Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 19: All's Well That Ends Well

  

"She. . . she didn't honor his safeword," ShaJuana choked out as Tina turned off the monitor. "Solange'll. . "

"Solange set it up, Tall Booty," Tina said, returning to her newly favorite pastime of finding every one of the ebony beauty's erogenous zones. "Linda wasn't completely convinced that Victor wasn't really cheating on her sexually, and Victor didn't know how to tell Linda what he really wanted from her as his Mistress."

"What if he'd won? Oh, shit, right THERE!"

"That's why it was two against one in that contest, and why Solange let Harris win the previous one - so Victor would believe he could win."

"You STILL cheated me - DAMMIT, I. . CUMMING. . . right THERE . . NO don't STOP!"

Tina stood back and watched the powerful muscles of Juana's body flex and stretch, watched her try to find something that gave her that last bit of friction she needed. But it wasn't there. "God, you're gorgeous," Tina whispered.

"I'm freakin' HORNY, dammit! You cheated to get me here, the LEAST you can do is HELP ME, bitch!"

"I didn't cheat, Tall Booty. If you'd caught me, I'd have played fair. I just had a little more time to think about how to win than the other players. I told Solange that I'd try to win, but if not, I was yours. I won." Tina leaned in a pressed a soft kiss to Juana's frustrated frown. "You are MINE!"

"DAMMIT, Tina, OKAY! Now DO something, DAMMIT!"

Instead, Tina went back to her throne, sat down and crossed her legs. "Well, that's the point, darling, because we have to decide what we're going to do. I'm gonna give you a choice."

~--~

"AND DON'T even THINK about coming back!" a furious Mistress costumed as a very sexy Marine drill sergeant snapped, before slamming the door of the ladies restroom in Walter's face.

He'd tried the men's room, and had thought, maybe in the Mistress' rest room, but still hadn't found the place to obey the order to go soak his head. He'd almost gone down to the foyer, knowing there was a restroom there, but Emerald had told him his prize would be in the ballroom.

Now that he thought about it, the bathrooms on this floor weren't 'in the ballroom' either. It was 11:50 PM when he made his way into the ballroom and saw IT!

There, off to one corner, was a line of Mistresses, their submissive boy-toys in tow, awaiting their turn at some of the 'party games'. All the favorites were there - 'Pin the Tail in the Subbie' where blindfolded Dominas tried to put a tail on their submissive using a buttplug instead of a pin. There was a wild game of 'Push the peanut' where ballgagged submissives with hands bound behind their backs pushed peanuts to the finish line with their noses.

And there was 'Dunking for Apples.'

Halloween, Evans thought! "Soak your head," Solange had said. Quickly, he jumped in line, hoping there was enough time left for him to get a turn and still make the midnight deadline.

"The slave of La Maitresse has head of the line privileges," the Mistress in charge announced.

With two minutes to spare, Walter Evans was on his knees, presenting the Golden Dildo - still dripping - to La Maitresse Solange.

"Oh, you wonderful brave slave boy!" she cheered, as she accepted his quest prize. "You did it! YOU WON!" Then, Walter was shocked beyond words when the usually reserved dominatrix jumped him - right there on the dais - IN PUBLIC - and kissed him senseless.

~--~

"A choice?" Juana asked, suspiciously. She was a Domme. She knew ALL about the kinds of 'choices' subs in her current position were offered by their tops. Like being put between a rock and a hard place and then having the rock dropped on your head. Juana saw the fine dominant hand of Solange in this and didn't trust EITHER of them as far as her currently bound hands could throw them. "What kind of choice, and be real specific with all the deets!"

Tina shook her head and laughed. "Oh, you'll like both options, don't worry. First choice is you stay there, all tied up, but get to cum - over and over again until I can't make you cum any more. I've always wanted to drive a woman into sexual oblivion, and I will unless you safeword, or. . ."

"Or what, little girl?"

"Or, you take the other choice. Which is, I get to make love to you until I can't go anymore or until you safeword."

Juana's head snapped to where she knew the surveillance camera was hidden. "But what about the audience?" she asked, knowing that Tina's true gender was not yet common knowledge outside of the dungeon's staff members, and that Solange wanted it kept that way for now.

"Equipment malfunction," Tina grinned. "The guests have been told that only the dungeon masters can see the feeds off those cameras until we get them fixed - after the party. They didn't see Victor try to safeword his wife, either."

"Well, shit, Tina-Ty-RONE! Take me to bed, STUD! And we'll just SEE which one of us needs any stinkin' safeword!"

~--~

At two in the morning, Solange slipped into the prep room where Victor Davis was helping his wife out of her costume. "Everything all right here?" she asked, already knowing the answer from the well-pleasured glow in her eyes, and the awed worship in his.

"We're just fine," Linda answered first, "Aren't we, darling?"

"Yes, Ma'am, we are." He turned to Solange from unlacing Linda's corset. "I understand we have you to thank for setting me. . .THIS up?"

Solange shrugged. "You are a lovely man, Victor, a beautiful submissive who longs to serve openly the woman he loves. You've hidden your service to her in the past, and then had to come to us when you deemed yourself deserving of punishment for not serving well enough. I know something of how hard that can be on a strong man such as yourself. Now, you can be open about your need to serve and worship her as your Mistress. Perhaps Linda will still want us to handle your discipline, which we will do quite happily, or we can help her learn how to do at least some of it herself."

"Oh, I want to learn," Linda purred, stroking her hand lovingly down her husband's cheek. "On him. I want to be the only woman to whom this man kneels."

"That can be arranged. Give me a call next week and we'll discuss some plans. Are you all right with that, Victor?"

"I am," he said quietly, "But I think I'd like to be involved in the planning, too. I know sometimes these things are done without the sub's knowledge? To heighten the effect? I don't think I'm ready for that. This is too new, and I feel, well, kind of fragile. It feels wonderful, but . . "

Solange nodded. "I know what you mean. You want to add to your relationship, not detract from it. We'll go slowly." She went over and kissed each of them. "Thanks for coming. One of the servants will escort you to your car when you're ready to leave. Just push the call-button."

~-~

Solange was tired after her gentle 'reward' session with Walter, but it was a good tired. This had been a very good party and a better night. Once the tension of the quest had been lifted, Walter had realized just how excited he'd been by the experience. He'd climaxed almost immediately just from her hand-spanking him. The session had gone a little longer than that, because Solange had needed to know he was truly all right after his public play debut.

He'd been fine - thank heavens - and had left with his mind awhirl with possibilities for the special scene he'd earned as a challenge scene winner.

She, on the other hand, was winding down and very ready for her bed. She just needed to make sure her guests were all safely on their way and that the premises were secure before heading for her own home. Inside the surveillance room she saw that all the monitors dark and her two friends who'd served as dungeon masters were gathering their things to leave. "Everybody gone?" she asked, as she strolled over to cuddle down into the lap of the room's third occupant.

"Everyone except ShaJuana and that cute little girlie-boy Mistress of yours. They were still going at it hot and heavy last time we checked, but it was purely vanilla - well," the grandmotherly woman chuckled, "Chocolate and vanilla, anyway, so we didn't figure we needed to watch all that close. Your Tina gave Juana the choice of being teased into an orgasmic coma or making love. They are making love and have been for almost three hours!"

"Matchmaking again, Solange?" the other woman in the room asked, casting a knowing smile at her friend.

"And if I am?" The arch tone of her reply was spoiled somewhat by the broad smile that Solange could not quite keep off her face.

Her friend grinned back broadly at her longtime confidante. "Hope it works out for them as well as it did for me and my baby-doll. He sends you his best, by the way. Although, he was a little disappointed when I agreed to DM for you because he loves your parties."

"He could have come. I'd have seen that he was suitably entertained."

"Naw. He won't play with anyone else these days unless I'm part of the scene - and I kinda like it that way. I only make him go to parties where he doesn't get to play as a punishment now."

"Nice," Solange agreed. "Well, if you're ready to leave, I have two slaves on call who will carry your things for you and give you safe escort to your cars."

After the two women had left, Solange was unable to resist the temptation to use her equipment to 'peak' in on ShaJuana and Tina. One look told her that it was ShaJuana and Tyrone at this point as none of Tina's feminine finery was anywhere in evidence. A second look told her that Ty was doing a fine job of 'having his way with her', for Juana's hands were digging deeply into his hair, holding his head to her sex, while her flawless, ebony body bowed up into his face.

Solange quickly powered the system back down, fanning her face with her hand. Well, she thought as she smiled hungrily into the face of her bound and gagged husband, maybe she wasn't QUITE as ready for sleep as she'd initially thought. With practiced flicks of her fingers, she freed her lover from the bondage stool onto which she'd installed him a few hours earlier, and then undid his gag. Standing, she quickly straddled him, wrapped her arms about his powerful shoulders and kissed him deeply. His arms came up to hold her close, thrilling her yet again with the sheer power he always willingly ceded to her. "I think," she purred as she squirmed against his chastised erection, "that you should plan on being very, very busy when we get home, slave."

It was, after all, a night worth celebrating!

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