Dominatrix System

The carriage ride was luxurious, and I looked at the well dressed Ingrid, who looked amazing. Freya and Stacy both looked amazing in long dresses that matched each other. Same design, just different colors. Freya in red Stacy in black. The dresses made them look good and hugged every curve. I looked at Freya more, thinking about how she would look with b.r.e.a.s.ts. I had that candy for her, and I just needed to find some time to give it to her. I smiled with those thoughts and looked at my messenger bag. The contents would make most flush in embarrassment.

Ingrid looked curious about what I had in the bag. I turned to her with a smile. "Ingrid..." I started trailing off, and her attention completely turned to me.

"Yes, Mistress Sally?" she asked.

"I was happy that you sent me the Duchess. She will be a nice toy to train. The thing is, you also need a punishment. I was very busy yesterday, and things were delayed. Who's at fault for that?" I said slowly.

She looked a bit nervous now, and I hid a smirk. "I am Mistress Sally."

"You are correct. You are a fault..." I started to pick up steam and moved closer to her as the carriage went over a bumpy road. "Now, little Ingrid... How shall I punish you?" I asked as I moved beside her. Her skirt was to her ankles in a long well-done dress. She looked everything like the old Victorian era noble in my old world. I started to reach down to the fabric of her skirt. I slowly moved it up as I eliminated the distance between our bodies. She looked unsure of what I wanted.

"Yes, Mistress Sally, I deserved to be punished..." She trailed off, uncertain.

My mouth got close to her neck, and I licked up it to her ear. I heard a surprised m.o.a.n. All the while, my hand lifted her long skirt. Soon it was up to her knees, and I made sure my hand skimmed along her leg. Slowly my hand glided up to her thigh, reaching her inner core. She was looking at me with l.u.s.t now as my hand tailed up. Her breath was baited as I moved closer and closer to her p.u.s.s.y. When I reached there, I probed it with a finger earning me a grateful m.o.a.n. It was wet behind her lacy panties. She would be uncomfortable with those on, and I wasn't going to make it any easier. I used my other hand to turn her to face me. I went in for a kiss. Her carriage driver still had no idea what was going on. I took her lips as I brushed aside her panties revealing her wet p.u.s.s.y to Stacy and Freya. They looked jealously but waited nonetheless. I took what I had hidden in my hand when I went through my bad. A metal ball that was enchanted was slipped inside her wet p.u.s.s.y. She gasped into my mouth as I turned it on, as it slipped in. I then replaced the panties where they were before retreating. I broke the kiss as I slipped back to my prior place between Freya and Stacy with a smile. Her skirt returned to where it was.

She looked shocked as I retreated, and the soft buzz couldn't be heard. She started to reach for it when I spoke up. "You will wear that tonight. I will check later at a random point in the party, Ingrid. If it isn't there, this light punishment will become much worse. Enjoy the punishment, Sweety." My smile was splitting my face sinister at its depth. She looked at me, not comprehending until she did. The vibrator enchanted at a speed that would never allow an orgasm. It would only keep you horny and wanting for more. I was tempted to use one that changed settings, but Ingrid needed a softer hand. If I went too far, she would scare away. She kept her senses still about her and wasn't stupid. I needed to bait her into a trap that she would never be able to escape from. She didn't need me at this point only wanted me.

I sat back in the seat as the bumps on the road only made her situation worse. Luckily for her, we arrived not even two minutes after. She had an enchanting faint red blush on her cheeks, though. The carriage rolled to a stop at the entrance to a gate. The gate opened, and the carriage joined the line of other departing into a large mansion. It looked like quite a place with a long history. It was old and looked very well taken care of as well. The line of carriages came to ours, and we stepped out. Ingrid followed behind us. She then took the front, and we followed behind her. She looked like she was holding herself together quite well. We approached the Butler at the front. He looked at Ingrid closely then bowed.

"Marchioness, You and your three Guests?" He asked inquisitively.

"Yes, This is a Slave Trainer I wish to introduce to people. Mistress Sally and her toys." She turned to me and shuddered under my look. I smiled at the unnamed butler. "Pleased to meet you," I said. My simple response made him nod and let us in. Freya and Stacy followed behind me without a word. I am still surprised at this world's morals. It simply still hasn't made sense to me yet. I stepped in with the eloquence that the System taught me. I glided along on my feet, looking like nobility just from my atmosphere. As we entered, eyes turned to us, some being stunned at our entrance. I continued to hold myself as such, even though I wasn't a noble.

It was easy even to find out who was noble and who wasn't. Everyone here, based on their professions were dressed like they were prepared to execute their work as that profession. I saw a man with two battle axes on his back looking ready to fight. It was in stark contrast to the cup of wine in his hand. This was one of the many examples. The Nobility is all dressed in long dresses and suits. The mana in the room showed each of those here were at least C-rank, and one B-rank was here as well. The room was jovial, and people were chatting. The nobility surrounded at least one person here because of a profession. It looked like this was the place where you could advertise your services exclusively to the Nobility. They were where most of the gold in the city was, where better to advertise.

Ingrid brought me over to the duchess and her husband. Nickey blushed deeply when seeing me approach with eloquence. Ingrid smiled, and Nickey smiled back. Her husband blatantly checked out my body. It wasn't like I was keeping it hidden.

"Ah, Mistress Sally, Nice to meet you. Ingrid says your services have been fantastic. May I inquire about the extent of your services?" The duke greeted then went point-blank questions. I smiled politely.

"Sure, Duke?" I asked inquisitively to get a name.

"Ah, my apologies. I am Duke Wilbert of the Vemon line. This is my wife, Duchess Nickey." He introduced politely. The games began. I had a theory I wanted to test.

"Ah, Duke Wilbert. I am a beast trainer and a Slavemaster from the Kingdom of Arlin. I love training toys to my personal preference but can do so for others. That is the service Marchioness Ingrid is using. I have a set of skills I was told only Duke's could find. I came here looking to offer services for a short time I am in the city. If you or a slave needs my services, I can train them." I finish with a smile, and his eyes narrowed.

"Oh, What may that special service be if I may ask?"

My smile grew larger, and I moved Freya's dress showing the caged little clit underneath. His smile grew large unconsciously before I let the dress fall back into place. Freya was blushing deeply, as was everyone else in the small group. This also attracted a couple of other eyes. I saw a Noble couple walk over.

"Hello, I am Marquis Sven of the Gram Line. This is my wife, Marchioness Flora. We noticed something interesting and came over." I smiled and nodded. I introduced myself the same way as I did the Duke. The Duke nodded along and thought he didn't need to introduce himself since he didn't. Nickey was still blushing, and Ingrid had the same blush as before. I turned to them again.

"Both my little toys here are not slaves at all. These two love me and beg for my attention. Stacy here loves pain and is quite the little pervert. Freya is a little sissy s.l.u.t I have trained since I found her dressing up in my clothes." I told the nobility earning wide eyes. Ingrid and Nickey did not know those facts. "I don't need someone to be my slave to train them. In some situations, choice makes it easier for my whims." I darkly looked at Ingrid and Nickey. Their blushes deepened again, and I smiled back to being the picture of Eloquence.

"That is Fascinating!" Marquis Sven said. "Professionals like you are a rare sight in this city. You mentioned that you would be leaving soon. You did not set a time, though. May I know?"

"Sure. I will be staying till I finish some business finishes establishing itself. I currently own a woman Undergarments store here in the city that has taken women by storm. Once I think the place can run itself and continue to expand with proper management, I plan to move on. We are still laying the groundwork, and it is still new. So I am thinking of a month or two max. I am already here longer than I thought I would be, to be honest." I told him the half facts. This created a stable ground for me as an Identity.

"Ah, yes, I understand that where might you be going?" The Duke jumped in.

"I am headed towards the demon lands and will be establishing companies in every country on the way. I am an adventurer and businesswoman. I need to keep growing with the profits. I wouldn't call my training slaves a hobby, but it is not my main income like many Slavemasters." I finished.

Both the Duke and the Marquis looked very interested in me. The Marquis's wife, Maroniess, looked unimpressed, though. This didn't matter to me. She tuned out of the conversation as we talked about the particulars of my services. I put the cost of my services high purposefully. I wanted to work, but I wanted to be paid enough to make it worth my precious time.

As we were talking, the Marquis clapped happily with the thought of Kitty as I told him how I acquired her. "That is fantastic. I bet she will love you soon, even though you haven't finished your training her. I have a new question, Mistress Sally..." He trailed off and looked at a door in the corner. "This mansion has room to prove your ability, and I see you have toys here as well. Would you like to give me and some more interested parties a show?"

My smile grew huge. Stacy and Freya's excitement grew. They hadn't been touched in weeks. Their bodies craved it, and it was about to go up with an audience. "Why Marquis, that sounds delightful. I would love to show what my two little toys enjoy a wider audience. How about this. One of you shows me to the room to prepare, and you can gather those that would be interested." I replied.

His smile was large, "That is fantastic; before that, though, there will be an announcement. It actually should be at any moment."

Not too much later, after that, did the room grow silent as a small stage in the room lit up, and the rest went dark.

"Greeting's Everyone. I, your city lord, have gathered you here tonight for a simple announcement. I know you all are wondering what it is. I will keep it short, and so everyone is on the same page. Due to the increased crime in the City, there will be increased security in the nobility district. I want everyone here to cooperate with them for your protection. I know this wasn't something I needed to gather you all here for, but I wanted to have a party to forget about it with the recent violence. That was my announcement! Everyone, please enjoy yourselves!" He finished the announcement and my brows furrowed.

Something was going on in the background of this city. My instinct told me. I had time to leave before I think it will blow up. Many around the room spoke as the lights came back up. I threw the speech out of my head for now and told the Marquis to help me find where I can set up for the show. He was all too happy to do so. He looked a little shaken with the announcement. It only solidified my impression. I didn't want to get involved with the Empire. I played a lot in politics in my last life, and I wasn't in the position at this point to become involved. The Marquis showed me to that door that he looked at before. There were many rooms around the Ballroom, I think, were expressly for professionals to show their craft.

Inside this room was a stage. On it was various devices for torture and training slaves. I frowned at the state of many of its toys. I looked at Freya and Stacy. "Clean it and prep," I commanded and passed them the cleaner I brought with me. They nodded and went. They cleaned the stage and tools as the Marquis brought interested nobility.

As Freya and Stacy cleaned the tools, the nobles heard I would be doing a show. I was wondering how intense I should make it. My little Pain doll Stacy would love something intense. She craved it. Freya was looking for any attention at this point. I wanted to peg that little ass as well. I was torn as the room started to fill. I decided that I would leave it to the crowd how I would start. My smile of happiness grew as I could play. It was like showing a crowd full of people your toys.

Soon the room was full of many Nobility in the limited seating. Some were standing in the back as people served them drinks. It looked like a packed house. Stacy and Freya finished cleaning in their nice dresses. I stood going up on stage. I looked it all over, inspecting the work. Things were drying quickly, and I nodded.

I looked to the side and saw a server come to me. "Ma'am, the room is full; when you are ready, please let me know, and I will change the lights for your show." I nodded. I looked over everything and knew it was soon to be done. "Two minutes, and I will start. Change the lighting then." I turned to Freya and Stacy. I looked them over with a smile. They both looked like my little perfect toys. I had been training them for years. They had thoughts of their own and were their own people as well. That did not mean that they would not do whatever that command was as soon as I ordered it.

I finished looking them over. Nothing was out of place. I took the messenger bag and started to place my tools down. I laid them out on the cart available. The lights dimmed as I finished, and I looked up to the waiting audience. I moved to the front of the stage, showing my eloquence as I moved forward. The room was silent as I faced them. I took a deep breath.

"Ladies and Gentlemen and Nobles of all stature! I welcome you to my performance with my sweet toys here!" I point towards Freya and Stancy, who bow obediently. "The one in the black is my pain doll, Stacy!" I introduced Stacy, who blushed under the light clapping. "My other little toy here tonight is my little sissy trap in the red dress!" This earned a lot of exclamations. I followed by loud clapping. This was weird to me, but I ignored it. "Now I bring this question to you, my audience. Who shall a show off first? My little sissy? Or my Pain doll?!" I asked the crowd.

The crowd thought for a moment before I talked again, "Let me tell you the difference. Stacy is a little pervert who loves pain. My show will show her tolerance and love of pain. Freya, although she likes pain, I will show what I little sissy s.l.u.t she is and tease her, then f.u.c.k her. Let me know what you would like to see first!"

With a cheer, I heard Stacy the most. I was surprised by the answer. I smiled, though, and turned to Stacy. Freya looked a little disappointed. I couldn't care less at this moment, and I told Stacy to strip loudly.

The crowd cheered as her dress easily dropped to the ground. Black lace bra and panties that were see-through showed. This was a great advertis.e.m.e.nt for our brand, so I didn't make her drop the undies yet. I closed the distance, and I grabbed her by the throat. I took her to the two poles on the stage. These were whipping posts for me. I grabbed the rope and tied her wrists and ankles to the posts. Her back faced the crowd. I started to lather her back and ass with the healing creme. Many knew what I was doing and waited patiently for the next part.

I turned to the crowd with the whip on my belt unleashed. I then asked the question that made Stacy wet, "How many lashes?" I asked the crowd to their shock. They didn't seem to know what I meant until one person shouted out a number. "One hundred!" Came out from a member of the crowd. I was surprised by the high number. My smile never changed.

"Stacy, Count, and thank me for each lash. If you miss a number, I will restart." At this point, I took off her bra, and I cut the panties off, letting them fall to the ground. The crowd grew silent as I stepped back. They were anticipating the next part. The whip unraveled, falling to the ground. I didn't give any warning letting the whistle of the whip fill that silence. A fresh lash appeared on Stacy's back. She cried out in both pleasure and pain. She started to c.u.m in just a single lash from the excitement. Murmurs ran through the crowd as Stacy gained herself and yelled clearly, "Thank you, Mistress, for the first lash."

Many in the crowd realized just from this lash how much training went into this toy. Suprised murmurs continued but went silent as the whistle of the whip struck Stacy's back again. Stacy hadn't been touch by me for weeks, and she wasn't used to the pleasure she felt through the pain. She cried out as she experienced another orgasm. She still clearly yelled out again, "Thank you, Mistress, for the second lash!"

This continued with the crowd growing more and more excited as I continued to whip my pain doll. She continued to cry out with each lash. A puddle formed underneath her as I whipped her of p.u.s.s.y juices and urine. I cared little for that as the crowd loves how disciplined my toy was. Stacy by the Fiftieth lash was a drooling happy mess. Her fluids continued to pour out. Her voice was harder and harder to hear correctly. Still, her masochistic body responded to me.

"Thamk yowu, Mishtressh, phor thfe shevith lash!" She cried out as loud as possible. Her face away from the crowd who had long gone silent as I lashed her again. They were in awe of Stacy's endurance. The show continued as she cried out the hundredth lashing. Her back was a grotesque picture of lash marks. She then finished, "Thank you, Mistress, for the hundredth lash!" The clear words astonished the crowd as her body slumped in the ties. I closed this distance with a loving smile. I took the healing agent creme and applied it to her back. The wounds started to close at a visible speed. The itch must feel intense. As they healed, I undid the ties on her wrists and ankles. She collapsed into her puddle of fluids. She was exhausted, but I picked her up to show her melted happy face to the crowd.

"This is my pain doll Stacy!" I told the astonished crowd. The room was silent for a while before the cheers for my pain doll filled the room. I smiled as I carried her over to the pillory on the stage. I put her inside as her legs gave out. I didn't let her rest, though, as I placed a metal enchanted dildo as a reward for her into her mess of a p.u.s.s.y. She cried out as I turned it on inside her. I grabbed a fresh pair of panties for her out of the messenger bag. I carried four extra panties. I had this already planned in my head. I slipped them on her as she started to give weak m.o.a.ns of pleasure. I used the panties to make sure her p.u.s.s.y couldn't escape.

Her ass wiggled for the crowd as I turned up the setting. She cried out in pleasure, and I stepped away from her. The crowd was surprised at my actions. Then I turned to address the crowd again. "Give it up for Stacy!" The crowd gave a cheer again.

"Stacy is now receiving a reward, so let's move on!" I announced, and the cheers became confident again. The room loved Stacy, and it was Freya next. The session was long, and I had no idea what time it was, but I moved to Freya with a smile.

The first performance went great, and I couldn't disappoint with my little sissy. I finished closing the distance to my nervous sissy.