Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

After using the facilities and washing her hands Ivy made her way to the restroom door, hearing Madlyn's voice and knowing there was only one person she could be talking to she decided to hang out a second and listen to what the wicked witch had to say about her. Ivy couldn't figure out why she did this to herself, she already knew what Madlyn was going to say. She could have cut it all short and never let Damon hear any of it. Thankfully Damon had responded to Madlyn respectfully the last thing she wanted was her new submissive in trouble for disrespecting a Domme and thank god he hadn't told her why he'd chosen Ivy. That was a question she planned to ask him herself. Maybe not tonight, but somewhere down the line she'd ask him. It was a question she was going to need answered. But when Madlyn had called Ivy a coward she'd had enough, a coward wouldn't come here week after week and take the humiliation that her and a tag team of mean girls felt they should dish out to her. She shoved open the bathroom door, hoping it would smack the other woman... maybe break a nose, or give her a black eye... how satisfying would that be. Ivy stepped out of the washroom and looked Madlyn dead in the eye, probably for the first time since she'd joined the Society. I think you've talked to my submissive for long enough Madlyn... and if I were you I would be very careful where you decide to poach. Some of the women in the Society may not like Ivy, but there was one woman who did. A woman who'd been great friends with her mother, a woman who her mother had loved enough to make her Ivy's godmother. And while Domme Georgina Hollister no longer bid on any submissives or kept any, she was the Head Mistress and she oversaw and enforced the rules of The Domme Society. Ivy would never go to Georgina for the way Madlyn and her girls humiliated her, that was something she knew that she would have to deal with on her own. But it was nice to know she had that one connection that could keep another Domme from poaching on her, now that she finally had a submissive. Not just any submissive either, but a highly sought after submissive. She unhooked Damon's chain from the post, her hand was shaking as she turned away from Madlyn. It was the first time she'd ever stood up to Madlyn, and while it felt good the anger that had been driving her faded and she needed to get away from the pesky woman. Come Damon Ivy said softly as she gave his chain a slight tug and then led him away from the crowds of people, she could have taken a seat with him where they could watch one of the scene's but she wanted to talk to him and work out some details. Ivy selected a private nook with a high backed plush chair with a large silky pillow next to it for a submissive to kneel or lay. She hooked the chain onto the arm of the chair and then settled into the plush chair. She leaned back against the chair and slid her right leg over her left. As she crossed her legs she couldn't help but hear Madlyn's words in her head 'Pisspants Ivy', we call her. Or 'Queen Crosslegs.' It seriously pissed her off that in a time where she should be proud that she'd gained her first sub that she was hearing that bitches voice in her head. She held her sigh to herself and turned all her attention to Damon. So, Damon. I'm giving you permission to speak freely for now. There are some things we need to work out. First and foremost, your living arrangements from here on out. You have two options, there are living quarters in my personal condo The quarters her mother had insisted on installing, it had a lush and comfortable queen size bed a bathroom with a luxurious shower and a connecting playroom that Ivy had only wandered into from time to time. Your second option of course are your own living arrangements, an apartment perhaps? One of the condo's she'd purchased and rented out was empty at the moment she could easily set him up in it, her career was in high swing and she didn't really need the income from the rent. I'm leaving this choice in your hands, because even though you are my submissive now I wish you to be as comfortable with our arrangement as possible. Ivy leaned over as she spoke, her long blond curls brushing over Damon's shoulder as she used the key to remove the chains from his wrists. She laid the chain over her bare thighs and looked to him. Which would you prefer?