Once, she commanded their desires. Now, hooded and kneeling, she learns what it means to truly submit.
⚠️ Content: teasing, bondage, soft domination.
The Domme’s Surrender
by Mia Sumner
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Whoever was holding the leash tugged harder, and Kathy gasped, crawling more hurriedly. She felt a slight breeze on her bare skin now, air conditioning or a fan, perhaps. Her nipples puckered and hardened. She clenched slightly on the tail plug in her ass, it was just the cold air, that’s all it was. The sticky juice that dribbled from her pierced and ringed cunt, glazing her thighs, belied her claim.
“Sit up.” Amy’s voice, unmistakable, bubbling with satisfaction and amusement.
Kathy did as she was told, kneeling up, conscious that her full breasts were now on display to anyone else who might be present. She flinched as something cold, smooth and plastic touched her skin, running down her chest to her nipples.
Her breath caught in her throat as the wand hummed to life, teasing her nipples, the vibrations spreading through her chest. Amy’s laugh was low and Kathy realized she’d instinctively spread her legs, so trained now after days of teasing from this device.
The wand wandered lower, down her stomach, over the tender skin of her new tattoo. Even hooded, Kathy could picture the design and the words permanently marked on her skin.
The head of the wand pressed against her pierced cunt lips, and she moaned, a sound both desperate and eager. Her hips thrust forward, pushing against it. The intense vibrations quickly arousing her already teased body. How many days has it been now, how long since she’d been allowed to cum.
Amy pulled the wand away, her laughter joined by others. Enough people that the sound blended together.
“What were you?” Amy asked, that young voice bubbling with cruel satisfaction. Kathy cringed with embarrassment, but she knew the answer that was expected of her. This had been repeated so many times.
“It was a Domme.” The question, so clearly chosen to maximize her humiliation, and her answer were followed by total silence as her audience absorbed the scene playing out.
“What are you?” Amy’s voice hardened, demanding a response.
“It is your bitch.” Kathy trembled, her skin burned as the flush crept up her neck and across her chest, shame drowning her. This time there were gasps of shock, but Amy just pressed the wand back between Kathy’s legs, rewarding her bitch for its obedience.
Kathy groaned, humping against the wand, hoping against hope that she could get just enough to finally cum. The thought of how she looked to her unknown audience sent waves of shame through her squirming body.
“You may not recognize me.” Amy’s voice got louder as she addressed her audience. “But you recognize this old cunt. It was stupid enough to think it could seduce me. To think it was in control.” As she spoke, she flicked the switch and turned the wand up. Kathy whimpered and bucked her hips again.
“But as you can see, it has learned its place and handed over all its records to me.” Amy continued, and the room went silent again, apart from Kathy’s desperate moans. “All your little secrets, all the things you did for It, I know them.”
Amy stopped and the silence lengthened. Kathy knew now who was here. She could picture their faces. She knew how they used to kneel for her, the respect and fear she had inspired. It was all gone.
Even if her orgasm denied brain could conjure an escape, her reputation, her authority was irrevocably shattered.
“The arrangements you had with this old bitch, are now with me.” Amy spoke again, her voice like iron now. “But to sweeten the deal just a little, perhaps first you would like to give my Bitch a little taste of what she did to you?”
Kathy trembled, fear battling the lust that still throbbed within her. She heard footsteps as her former clients approached her, ready to do who knows what unspeakable things. The soft rasp of leather as someone knelt beside her and then a hand traced the line of her new tattoo, the one that declared her servitude. She braced herself for the fall, knowing that the Domme she once was would be gone forever, replaced by something broken and utterly subservient.
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