Domination Games

The final Event:  The Strapping Post

The nightclub of the previous evening was gone.  In it's place
was theater of the macabre.  All the members were seated
around what had been the stage the night before.  Now, it was
only a raised dias upon which two, tall, wide whipping posts
stood, separated by about ten feet.  Alex stood before one of
the posts with Gemma kneeling at his feet, her head bowed in
submission.  The owner of the other contestant and his slave
were similarly situated in front of the other post.  The
Master of Ceremonies stood to one side and signaled two slaves
to come forward.  They carried rags and bottles of alcohol. 
The two contestants were made to stand, turn their backs to
the audience and, holding their legs straight, touch their
toes.  Under the watchful eye of the Master of Ceremonies,
alcohol soaked rags were rubbed vigorously over the weals,
bringing swallowed grunts of pain from Gemma.  Then the weals
were counted to verify that five, true cane cut weals were in
evidence.  Past contestants had attempted to gain an advantage
by using cosmetics to fake some or all of the weals, thus the
alcohol baths.

Both women were completely nude with the exception of one inch
leather straps bound tightly about their necks, wrists,
elbows, waists, knees and ankles.  These had been provided in
the bag that each Master had been given at the same time as
the cane.  Each strap had a large 'D' ring to simplify the
restraining of the women in whatever manner was desired by the
guest dominant who would oversee the final test.

The two women were brought to the center of the dias and stood
facing one another.  Slave attendants attached short chains
that connected the two women's ankles together and then
snaprings that connected the outside of Gemma's left knee to
the inside of her opponent's right knee and the inside of
Gemma's right knee to the other's left knee's outside.  Each
woman bent at the waist and had her left arm wrapped over her
opponent's back and tied tightly around her opponent's waist. 
Now each had a clear view of the other's butt.  A heavy, short
handled paddle was pressed into each contestant's still free
right hand.

The Master of Ceremonies took center stage after seeing to
these preparations.  "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the
final event of the Spring Games, the 'big game'.  Before we
begin, we will allow our athletes a short time to properly
warmup the muscles that will be used in our event today.  The
time limit will be two minutes.  In that time, as many blows
may be struck as the arm can hold up for.  Anywhere above the
thighs and below the tailbone is fair.  One warning will be
given for striking outside the fair zone, then the repeat
offender will be disqualified.  Of course, as always in
accordance with the Charter, anytime a slave concedes, the
match will be over, as will the big game and the other will
win, but I don't believe we need to worry about that with
these two."  He turned to face the two Masters.  "Masters, are
you and your slaves ready?"  Both indicated that they were. 
"Very well, the two minutes begin .... NOW!"

Gemma's opponent started hitting rapidly and erratically, all
over the fair area of her target.  She was trying to tenderize
as much of Gemma's butt as she could in the time allowed.

Gemma's strategy, was just the opposite.  Gemma concentrated
her blows on one area on each cheek.  The spot directly out
from the anus, midway up the cheeks.  Gemma struck as hard as
she could with a six inch swing, bringing to bear as much
force and as many blows to those localized areas as she could.

When the two minute bell sounded, Gemma's ass was tingling
from the spanking, but her opponent had wasted much of her
energy with wild swings, had not gotten in nearly as many
strikes as Gemma had, and had tired towards the end of the
time period.  Gemma, on the other hand, had kept a hard steady
pace, striking as hard at the end as at the beginning.  The
top of each of her opponent's cheeks sported a bright ruby red
circle the size of Gemma's paddle.  Her movements, when she
was released to her Master, were slow and deliberate.  

Each woman was now bound to their respective whipping posts. 
They were hung by the wrists from hooks set high on the posts. 
Their arms, wrists and legs were bound around the post so that
the women hugged the  rough wooden logs tightly to them. 
Finally, their collars were fixed to rings on the post.  The
women could move the slightest little bit when the final
restraint was tightened.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce, Lady Starr,
our guest dominant.  She has chosen the strap as her tool,
today.  She is the head instructress at an academy of
dominance and submission in the Alps, responsible for training
slaves, dominants and other trainers.  She has most graciously
come here today to test our two champion slaves.  The rules
are, as always, simple.  Each slave will be given, in turn,
twelve strokes of the strap by the Mistress.  If a slave
should break during a set, that is, give her safety word, then
the Mistress will move to the next slave and will begin with
her.  If neither slave yields, Lady Starr will start again
with the next twelve strokes. The slave who takes the most
strokes wins.  Masters, please have your slaves tell the Lady
Starr her safety word."

Gemma's opponent gave her safety word, then the Lady came over
to Alex.  She shook his hand, and congratulated him on his
handling of the situation the previous evening.  Alex and
Gemma had agreed that she would use his safety code of "white
tail".  She opened her mouth to tell the Mistress and Alex
stopped her.  Bowing formally, he asked a moment's indulgence
and then bent to Gemma's ear.  He whispered into her ear and
her eyes went wide and jaw dropped.  She looked into his eyes,
fire shooting at him from her own.  He merely looked at her. 
"You have your orders.  Carry them out."

Gemma swallowed her anger, but her voice still shook with
emotion when she was able to speak.  "Mistress, Lady Starr. 
My safety word is .. ... ... 'Rayna wins'."  The words almost
choked her and she knew she'd never be able to say them again
in this life.  Alex had just sentenced her to victory, and
possibly, hell on earth.

Actually, it was anticlimactic.  The Mistress was an artist
with the strap.  She started with Gemma.  By the end of the
first dozen, she had Gemma crying like a baby, crying as she
had not under corrections since her own Mistress had first
started training her those long years ago.  Her opponent,
however, only took the first nine, before the strap caught the
two bright red spots Gemma had inflicted on her.  The reaction
the Mistress got from her brought the next stroke to the same
place and it was over.  Her Master was shocked, but Gemma had
prepared the girl well and she had broken.

The Master of Ceremonies congratulated Alex and read the list
of prizes that would be given him as the owner of the champion
slave.  The final prize was the weekend, anywhere in the
world, with the member or members of his choice in whatever
role he desired.  Alex was about to speak when Gemma spoke up. 
"Master, please, may your slave speak?"  She was still trying
to regain her composure from the strapping and her voice was
shaking.  He told her to speak.  "Master, I know what we
agreed upon when you said you would master me this weekend. 
It is enough that I have won.  If there is anything you
desire, other than what we agreed upon, it would please me
greatly if you would take your desires first."  It was half in
her mind that maybe Alex would pick her.  Last night had been
special and she would like more of them, a lifetime of them. 
Maybe this was a way to start.

Alex looked at her and smiled that enigmatic smile she had
seen so much of this weekend.  "Thank you."  He turned to the
Master.  "I choose Mistress Rayna and her slave, Stefan.  We
will meet here, the weekend after next.  Both will be prepared
to submit to me and my slave fully.  I ask that this not be an
open affair.  I would like this to be a private affair for
myself and for the reputation of the Mistress."

"As you wish.  Let it be known that, upon pain of being barred
from our membership, Mistress Rayna of San Francisco and slave
Stefan are to comply with the wishes of the champion's owner. 
Per his wishes, their trial will be closed to all but any whom
he personally will allow to participate.  Again, Master Alex,
congratulations.  Well done for a first event as a Master."

Alex inclined his head in response, turned to Gemma, indicated
she should follow and then, left the theater, again to the
applause of the assembled membership.

Things were strained between Gemma and Alex when they returned
to her place.  Alex, for his part, was very uncertain as to
what to expect.  Should he expect to stay in her house?  When
would she let him know just how many paybacks he had coming
for his treatment of her that weekend?  And worst of all, how
was he going to live without making love to her again if she
sent him away?

For her part, Gemma was still bemused by the changes in
herself and the man she thought she knew to pay attention to
anything but her own confused feelings.  In the end, Alex
stayed on at her place while both went back to work and caught
up on chores around the house.  They spent the next two weeks
in a crazy dance where neither one knew who was leading.

The weekend

The owner of the retreat had left the keys to the various
rooms and facilities in Alex's hand before departing himself. 
Taking Alex literally at his word, the estate would be empty
of all but Rayna, her slave, Alex and Gemma.  Even the
servants were given the weekend off so the players would have
to scrounge the well stocked bars and larder for themselves
while they were there.  Alex was in command since Gemma had
given him the choice of who to ask for.  He had asked her to
participate and she had agreed, half hoping that there would
be a chance to get her hands on Rayna before the weekend
ended.

Alex assigned each of the participants rooms and handed them
instruction envelopes.  An hour later, all of them met in the
large ball room.  Alex was in a bathrobe and slippers.  
Stefan was dressed in a leather spanking harness that
separated presented the cheeks of his ass for corrections. 
Rayna and Gemma were both dressed as they had been the night
of the bet.  Rayna was sullenly angry at the notion of having
to submit herself to another woman's slave, and at the final
indignity of having to do so while wearing her favorite
domination outfit.  Gemma was confused, an increasingly common
state of mind for her these days.  Alex merely sat at a table,
letting them get used to each other.

He rose and walked over to the threesome he had assembled. 
"Thank you for coming."

Rayna practically snarled at him, "As if I had a choice. 
Expulsion from the Cabal would have the same effect on my
business as disbarment would have on a lawyer.  Well, I'm
here, let's get it over with.  What have you come up with in
that little brain of yours to get back at me for my so-called
insults to your overrated Mistress."  Rayna's temper was in
full control of her or she would have been more politic.  Alex
owned her for now and could make the next forty eight hours
pure hell for her.  Gemma hoped that he would.

"Calm yourself, Mistress."  Alex drawled.  "I am not going to
do anything to you.  Instead, I propose a contest.  If you
win, you leave her this afternoon, your commitment met.  If
you lose, I give the service of you and your large friend here
to my Mistress for whatever she cares to do with you."  Rayna
and Gemma both exploded simultaneously, each trying to shout
the other down to be heard.  Alex merely put his hands over
each lovely mouth and continued.  "Do you agree?  As I see it,
you have nothing to lose, because if you don't agree, I give
you to her right now."  Anger radiated from the eyes above his
hand, but she nodded her agreement.  Alex told the three to
sit and he would explain the rules.

"We will repeat the competition of last fall.  I will submit
to Mistress Rayna, Stefan to Mistress Gemma.  The first to cry
off with the use of the safety word loses for his Mistress. 
Prizes are as I indicated.  Now, since there is no Doctor
available, only blows below the tailbone, above the thighs and
cheek to cheek will be allowed.  Is this agreed?"  Rayna
nodded vigorously, grinning widely at the thought of getting
out of this humiliation.  She could even work it to her
advantage in a professional sense.  Alex turned to Gemma. 
"And you, beloved?"

She looked at him as if she had been slapped.  "Are you sure,
Alex?"  He nodded.  "Then, yes, I agree."  And God have mercy
on that bitch's slave, because she wouldn't.  This time, Alex
won.

Alex removed his bathrobe to reveal an identical harness to
what Stefan wore.  "Let us begin, then."  Rayna led Alex to
the far side of the dias and restrained him across a block for
a repeat performance.  Gemma had other plans.  She remembered
what Alex had taught her during that magical night before the
'big game' and she would use that lesson now.

"Down on the floor, on your back!"  Stefan complied.  "Now, I
want you to jerk that pitiful little boy cock of yours off
until I see cum spewing from it.  Now get busy."  His eyes
mirrored his confusion as he did as ordered.  Rayna never let
him cum in her presence.  He always jerked off after she left
the room, but this ebony goddess was telling him to come.  He
had not had an orgasm since the retreat, Mistress being so
angry that he had been in a cock cage until just before they
arrived at the gate.   Gemma straddled his head and settled
herself down to a little queening while she had the chance. 
It was all it took.  A very impressive surge of semen spewed
from the slave cock, five, maybe six hard spurts.  When he'd
finished coming, Gemma flicked his thigh lightly with the
crop, "I did not say you could stop.  Do it again, just as
quickly.  I want to see rivers of cum.  Do you hear me?"  His
response was muffled under the press of her ass into his face,
but his hand resumed its rapid stroking.  She helped him this
time, tickling gently at his balls with the tip of her crop.

The sound of a paddle being applied with full force sounded. 
Rayna had Alex restrained and was beginning his test.  Gemma
hoped she had the correct strategy.  The sound of the paddling
triggered her slave and again, his semen poured forth.  Gemma
rose from him and looked down at his panting, sweating face
and grinned.  Her most evil, frightening grin.  Now he knew
what she had done and would do; and he was afraid.  Gemma got
him to his feet and then suspended his hands above his head. 
His reaction to the first stroke of her crop frightened even
Gemma and stopped Rayna in mid strike.  Without the sexual
excitement to dull the pain, the sharpness, the scream Stefan
let out was deafening.  Gemma looked at the bottom she had
just cut.  The welt was bright red and would bruise a bit at
the tip end of the cut, but it was not that serious.  Well, if
that got that reaction...

Gemma started a serious cropping.  Stefan fought hard, trying
to withstand the unshielded pain of the test.  Rayna redoubled
her efforts, but only grunts came from Alex in response to her
increasingly erratic efforts.  Gemma stepped back from her
target and undid the harness strap that separated his
buttocks, letting it fall.  Then, taking careful aim, she
brought her crop straight down from over her head, slicing
down between his buttocks, the stinger tip of the crop digging
against his asshole.  The scream that Stefan emitted was
unholy.  "No more, Mistress,"  he screamed, "No more, please!"

"I did not hear your safety word, slave."  Gemma retorted, and
she started to raise the crop again.  She held it above her
head, wondering if she could really do something that
devastating to another person, again, when Stefan took the
decision out of her hands.  Some third eye warned him what was
coming.  Sobbing, he bellowed out his code.  Rayna dropped her
paddle, and ran to Stefan, unbelieving.  She walked around
him, amazed that so little real damage had been inflicted.

"She made me come, Mistress, I didn't know.  God, it hurt so
badly, I'm sorry Mistress.  Please don't send me away."  It
was a litany.  Gemma watched as Rayna reached up and with
gentle hands, stroked the brow of her slave, giving comfort,
and telling him in a quiet, surprisingly soothing voice that
she would not send him away.  Together, Gemma and Rayna freed
the two men and helped them to deep whirl pool baths installed
at the retreat for this purpose.

As they watched the two men, Rayna asked Gemma how she had
done it.  "It was the orgasm.  I'd never realized how much
potent sexual desire shields a slave taking a beating until
Alex used it to dull the pain of the caning the night before
the big game.  Then I learned how much worse the blows feel
when you aren't excited.  I have done that to Alex in the
past, made him come, then whipped him, unknowing of the true
measure of that test.  What will you do with your big blond
there?"

"Keep him."  the redhead said.  "He loves me.  He'd never take
what he has from me if he did not.  It's not really his nature
to submit.  Truth to tell, I think I may love him, too.  Don't
know what to do about it, though."  She sighed.  "Well, I
guess I belong to you, now.  Thought I did when I came here,
but your little man there threw me a curve.  What do we do
now?"  Gemma looked at the woman beside her, a woman who was
struggling with the same problems she herself was fighting. 
She could do something about Rayna.  Alex would approve.  Alex
.... Maybe he'd approve if she....

"Wait here.  I'll be right back."  Gemma walked over to the
whirlpool and talked quietly with the two men.  Stefan jerked
a disbelieving look at Rayna and then returned his gaze to
Gemma.  Suddenly both men looked as if they had been handed
the keys to paradise.  Gemma walked back to Rayna with a
jaunty step and a self satisfied smirk on her face.  The two
men padded after her, dripping water.  "Rayna, for the
remainder of the weekend, you and I both have the following
commands.  We will each take our young man to our room and we
will proceed to fuck their brains out."  Three pairs of eyes
slewed to her in astonishment at the crude words spoken in the
light feminine voice with the Oxford English accent.  "We will
accept their cocks in every possible manner at least once
before the weekend is over.  Also, and this is the hard one,
before we leave here tomorrow night, we will each tell our man
that we love him.  Do you understand and will you comply?"

Rayna looked up at the massively built Stefan, who was looking
at her as if everything good in life was wrapped up in her,
and swallowed hard.  He was the only submissive she had ever
accepted who was taller than she was in her heels.  Maybe now
she knew why that was.  "I'll still want to play my games. 
I'm still a bitch, Stefan, and I like my life. And I like
being dominant, too, especially with you."  Stefan nodded his
understanding and agreement.  "Then I understand, Mistress
Gemma, and I will happily comply."  She was gone in an instant
as Stefan swept her up, squealing in her surprise, over his
shoulder and made for the doors.

As she watched them leave, Gemma became more aware of Alex
intently watching her than ever before.  She turned to face
him.  "If I tell you I love you now, can I get a ride like
that to our room?"  She asked hopefully.  

He decided to go for it all.  "Only if you marry me."  Gemma
had thought nothing could shock her after today.  She was
wrong, but that did not stop her from dealing with his offer
in her own inimitable manner - forcefully, dominantly and
positively.

The wedding - Spring Games II

The spring air was warm, fortunately for the men and women
standing in the open air arena.  Seated around on the ground
and benches were the various dominants and submissives who
were here to watch the upcoming spectacle.  It was the first
weekend retreat of the Cabal since before winter and the
turnout at the secluded mountain estate was heavy.  

Gemma and Alex, Rayna and Stefan stood before their friends
and fellow members reaffirming their wedding vows.  All were
registered as switches for this weekend, and, in an approved
variance to normal procedure, no one would attempt to claim
them.  One of the members, a federal judge, presided over the
ceremony which was a first for a Cabal meeting.  However, both
couples felt that since the Cabal had helped to clear the
obstacles from their romances, they had to share their joy
with the other members.  Unique in this ceremony was that the
man and wife were joined physically by the officiating judge,
with shiny silver handcuffs, the keys for which would be
withheld until they left.

For Gemma and Alex, it was their third ceremony having said
their vows in his family's Catholic parish and in her family's
church in England.  Needless to say, when each had brought the
other home to family, shock was the mildest response.  But
they'd worked it out and now, each was accepted, perhaps
grudgingly, by the other's family.  It would work out in time. 
The only minor skirmish came when Gemma had proposed to wear
flat heeled shoes with her gown.  It was her first experience
with Alex's temper.  She wore full four inch heels and had
been happy she had when she saw the look in Alex's eyes.

The pair of them had attended the summer and fall retreats
together.  Gemma was back in full dominant form for the summer
retreat.  True to her promise, she had gotten the woman who
had failed to lubricate her during the games.  Pairing up with
the woman's Master for a two-on-one, she had seen to it that
the bitch had been ass fucked with only the lubrication she
could provide with her mouth.  When Gemma'd whispered "Ain't
paybacks a bitch?"  to the woman, she'd burst into tears and
into orgasm at the same time.  

Much to the surprise of the members, in the fall, Gemma had
registered as Alex's submissive.  She remained intensely
dominant with any other person, but now she happily switched
from time to time with Alex.  The only thing that had topped
that surprise was when they'd met Rayna in the Cabaret that
night.  A radiantly happy and very naked Rayna who was wearing
Stefan's leash and collar.  Gemma and Alex were not the only
ones who switched from time to time, now.

The ceremony ended and their friends crowded to congratulate
the newlyweds.  The handcuffs were already getting in the way
of shaking hands or returning hugs.  One of the well wishers
asked how would they ever perform their wedding night duties. 
Alex smiled.  "I am very well trained.  I have all sorts of
ways.  We'll make do."  Gemma smiled herself.  She'd just make
sure he had to work a little harder at it tonight than
normally.  He knew her smallest erogenous zone and lately,
he'd been using his expertise to keep her in a continuous daze
of sexual bliss.  A dominatrix with a satisfied, goofy smile
on her face loses some of her impact, somehow.  Well, he
definitely had to be brought back to earth.  Good thing she
thought to bring her special hairbrush and she *was*
lefthanded.  Yes, she'd see things were warmed up a bit
tonight first.  He could take it.  Yes indeed.  She figured
this man could take just about anything. . . for her.  

Happy anticipation lit her face, as she bent down and ravaged
his mouth with hers.