Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Ah, Damon, isn't it? boomed Madlyn Chaucer's voice, as she rounded the corner to the door outside the bathroom. The fake smile on her face threatened to crack her make-up. She gave a quick, annoyed tug to the leather vest that persisted in riding up over her slightly protuberant stomach, and folded her arms in a way that, she knew, pushed her breasts upwards. May I be the first to offer my congratulations? It's a wonderful day in a slave's life, being collared by his first Mistress. I'm sure you'll be very happy with Ivy. And may I also congratulate you on making such a courageous decision. Courageous, Ma'am? asked Damon, giving the slight bow that the club rules required each submissive to give to a dominant on first utterance. Well, yes... of course, it was your choice entirely, and I wouldn't want to sow any seeds of disquiet in your mind. I mean, I'm sure you had your reasons. But... she gave a small shake of her head. Ivy? Yes, Ma'am, replied Damon, his face expressionless. Ms McKnight. May I ask why? expostulated Madlyn, all pretense at urbanity gone. I mean - Ivy??? Ma'am, I'm not sure Mistress would wish me to discuss my reasons in her absence, Damon replied, blandly. I do apologize, but I'm sure Mistress will happily discuss it with you, if your interest lies in that direction. Yes, but... Ivy? persisted Madlyn. I mean... she gave a sigh that made her large breasts - and stomach - jiggle, and hastily tugged down her vest again. Ah, I get it. Miles played a prank on you, right? He does that sometime. He takes a new slave aside, and whispers hints that a certain Domme would be perfect for him... when in fact, he's making mischief. Deliberately setting the poor slave up with a totally unsuitable mistress. He thinks such things are funny. He used to be a slave here himself, you know. Thank you, Ma'am. That's most interesting. But, no, Mister Fortright did not discuss this with me in any way. I considered the Dommes who wished to collar me, and I decided I would like it to be Ms McKnight. Ivy? Why? I mean... Madlyn shook her head. She'd expected this to be easy. Poaching another Domme's slave was highly illegal within the rules of the club, of course, but - well, as if a weakling like Ivy could do anything about it! Where is she, by the way? Damon jerked his head, indicating the door of the lady's room. Mistress needed to, erm, answer a call of nature, Ma'am. Yes, she does a lot of that! said Madlyn, bitchily. 'Pisspants Ivy', we call her. Or 'Queen Crosslegs.' Some kind of bladder infection, I understand. Trust me, if you stay with her, you'll be doing a lot of waiting outside bathroom doors. That's when she makes it, of course. She doesn't always. She straightened her vest again, and leaned forward, conspiratorially. The thing is, Damon... well, I shouldn't say this, but you seem a nice, well-behaved slave, and I'm prepared to give you a break. I mean - the other slaves will laugh at you, you know. Ostracize you. Ivy's something of a laughing stock in this club and - well, much of it will reflect on you. But it isn't too late to back out. Never mind what Miles said. A quick word in the right ear, and I could have your collaring annulled. You see, Damon I... well, not that I'm especially looking for any more slaves, but... well, rather than have you get into trouble, I'm prepared to say that it was a mutual decision between Ivy and I that you be transferred to me. But Ma'am, replied Damon, a very slight edge in his voice. May I ask why Ms McKnight would have put her name up, if she didn't want me? Are you being deliberately stupid, boy? Madlyn's urbane veneer was shattered. Whether she wanted you or not doesn't matter. If I tell her to give you up, she'll give you up. Ivy's scared of me, don't you understand? You've got a coward for a Domme! She fought her smile back into place. Come to me, sweet Damon. We'll have so much fun. she winked. Promise! Thank you, Ma'am, that's a most generous offer, replied Damon, and Madlyn's smile widened. But I really think I should stay with Mistress, as club rules dictate. You'll regret this! snapped Madlyn. You stupid boy, have you no- ? At that moment, the door to the lady's room began to open.