Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Madam, replied Damon, I think I should tell you that new slaves are left in no doubt as to the rules of the club. Talking negatively about any mistress - particularly one's own - is at the top of the list of dont's. In any case, why would a submissive do that? He or she has chosen their mistress, if they didn't like her, they wouldn't choose her, would they? He sidled closer to her, gently rubbing her long leg with the back of his hand. I chose the mistress I wanted, and I like everything about her. He gave a small grin. I might talk about how pretty my Mistress is, of course, and make all the other slaves jealous. Er - I take it you don't want me to do that if any of Domme Chaucer's slaves are in hearing, though. No point giving her and her circle any more excuses to bully you. Frankly Ma'am - and I hope it's all right to say this, but you did order me to speak freely - I don't think it's right for a Domme to belittle and embarrass another Domme in front of her slave. I'll say no more. He deliberately flexed his muscles - in case she were thinking of punishing him, he wanted to give her something else to think about. Now, Ma'am, he continued, what are your commands for right now? Did you wish to stay and see some of the scenes - that new girl, Jocelyn, she's a brilliant scene-artist, and I understand her and her mistress, Domme Walton, have something planned to celebrate auction day. Or would you prefer me to drive you home. We could perhaps stop off at a coffee shop or a bar on the way, if that's your desire. I'll be honest Ma'am, I'm kind of proud of being yours, and want to show off. And I- He broke off, and looked up as a slim, wiry girl of Indian origin approached. The girl - who wore a jeweled collar which was rare, for despite the description collared, few Dommes actually made their slaves wear such bowed in a perfunctory manner to Ivy, and then sat down beside Damon. Hey, Damon, you know what Mistress told me? she bubbled. Domme Wagner's hopping mad. She wanted you for herself. Mistress said she was gonna challenge her to a duel. I mean, Domme Wagner was gonna challenge your mistress, not my mistress, I mean... anyway, she's got a message to pass on to your mistress. This was normal protocol within the rules of the society - a message delivered via a slave had to go to the recipient's own slave, even if the Domme was present. However, it was normal politeness to at least offer apologies, if the mistress were present. A convention that was rarely overlooked - though Damon noticed that the girl didn't bother about offending Ivy, which made him boil inside. Mistress says to warn your mistress to stay away from Domme Wagner, until she can settle her down. Thank you, Flowerdew, replied Damon. And then, as the Indian girl got up and began to walk away. Flowerdew, I think you forgot something. The girl stopped, and looked round, a questioning look on her face. You forgot to bow to my mistress, Damon said, sternly. When delivering a message in her presence, it's customary. If I let you forget that, Mistress would tan my hide. B-But no-one bows to Ivy - urm, Domme McKnight! spluttered Flowerdew. I mean... like, it's not as if she's a proper - oops. She clapped her hand over her mouth. Flowerdew, growled Damon. It's my duty to ensure that Mistress is shown proper respect. He locked eyes with her, and left further words unsaid. Flowerdew flushed slightly, bowed to Ivy, and then scurried away. Anyway, as I was saying, mistress, continued Damon, calmly, ignoring any reference to what had just taken place. There is a very good bar a short drive from here, if you crave a drink.