Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

It seemed as though no matter where she sat Ivy always ended up with those three Vipers behind her, next to, or in front of her. One would think with the size of their harems that they'd have other things to talk about, better things to talk about than Ivy's damned weak bladder. Madlyn Chaucer was always the leader the of the Let's All Humiliate Ivy club, though Ivy really had no idea why. For the longest time Ivy had spent so much brain power on trying to figure out what she'd done to be treated the way she was by those women. The only thing she could figure is that she was forced into a role where she didn't really fit and that was enough for them. It was all very childish, they'd created a high school clique and had chosen Ivy as their target. Most of the other Domme's knew that Ivy didn't belong and chose to ignore her. Truth be told it was easier for her to deal with the ones who chose to ignore her. Tonight she'd been sure to use the restroom before leaving home and then she'd went to the restroom right before the event started, and she wasn't drinking anything like most of the other Domme's were. Ivy wanted to be sure that she could sit through to at least the 6th submissive, the only one she'd bid on this month. Ivy tried to ignore every time they'd referred to her as pisspants, but it was near impossible and just as expected the crimson flush floated across her cheeks, to the tips of her ears. She let her eyes drift shut for a moment, and took a deep breath she may have a weak bladder but one thing she knew was that she was better looking than the three women put together. Madlyn, while pretty had a few extra pounds that made her... jiggly. Alicia was average, there was nothing wrong with her... she was just normal. And Kerrilyn she supposed was an uncommon beauty, if you liked the goth look In Ivy's opinion she'd be gorgeous if she just wore a little less makeup. Those thoughts sent a smile over Ivy's lips and the flush faded from her cheeks. Submissives, 2,3,4, and 5 had gone and it was a good thing they'd finally gotten to 6 because Ivy thought she maybe had 5 to 10 minutes before she'd have to run to the washroom again. The feeling was less urgent since she hadn't been drinking, but it was still there. So when Damon took the stage she let out a sigh of relief, she could be passed over again, she could go to the washroom and then she could just go home and get out of this torture device called a corset. Ivy watched as Damon took the stage, then she turned her attention to see who all had bid on him. The list of Domme's that had bid on him was startling, he was popular but she hadn't realized how popular. She snapped the catalog closed with a snap and a sigh. It was then that Damon's voice filled the room. I beg to submit to... Domme Ivy McKnight No one was more shocked at this than Ivy was at this, except maybe Madlyn who nearly shouted You have got to be fucking kidding me! Ivy was sure she'd even heard the woman stomp her heeled foot on the floor and she couldn't help herself, she looked down the aisle to the woman. Whats the matter Madlyn, did you want that one? she said this with as much bitch as she could manage and then grabbed her bag and went to the stage. From the bag she withdrew two chains, one for his collar which she clipped into place with her shaking hand. The other for his wrist cuffs, she clipped them together and then led him off of the stage. Since he was the only submissive she'd bid on she led him from the room into the common gathering room. Now that she had a submissive what the fuck was she going to do with him? She'd worry about that after she went to the restroom, she guided him to the restroom and caught his chain on a hook outside the lady's room and said. I'll only be a moment. How embarrassing she thought, her first submissive and the first thing she had to do was relieve her bladder.