Dominatrix System

The nap went a bit longer than I thought. My mind had been exhausted from the hours of thought and needed more rest than I thought it would need. Freya seemed to be completely passed out from the growth of her b.r.e.a.s.ts. I was excited that I had a new Avenue to increase my points. System points for me, although easy to obtain, were also hard to obtain. Training someone so completely like Freya was a long time investment. I would do it for the slaves that are around me all the time but not for others. I wondered what would bring Stacy over the edge to complete submissiveness, body, mind, and soul.

I think Freya's last barrier was that I did something for her that even she didn't know that she wanted it. She didn't know she wanted to become even closer to being a woman. That lead to her completion being tied to something I considered trivial. That meant I would have to pay more attention to my toys. This was fine by me but slightly annoying at the current moment with how many things were on my plate. I got up and untangled myself from Freya. She groaned and turned over, continuing to sleep. I got up and looked at the mess of s.p.e.r.m all across the ground. I frowned but stepped past it while getting a little on my foot. I ignored the feeling and went to the bathroom. I glanced at Kitty's cage and noticed her sleeping happily.

I smiled with the thought about how she was slowly changing without realizing it. I still never knew her name, and I would make a big ceremony for naming her. I needed that name not only to be slightly demeaning. I needed it to enforce her loyalty to me. I needed her to see it as a way of me accepting her current position as one of us. Kitty wouldn't cut it, but something else would.

I decided to shower and dress quickly, fully equipping myself and ready for battle, and went downstairs. Stacy, at this point, was closing up the shop and looked a little tired. The employees were cleaning up and preparing to go home as she was doing the financial aspect. I nodded and came forward, kissing her cheek. She startled and yelped until she noticed it was me before smiling happily.

"Mistress, How was your nap?" She asked after returning with a kiss of her own.

"It was nice and needed sorry for taking Freya for the day... You will learn the circ.u.mstances when you go upstairs. I know you will be excited when you see it." I smiled, knowing this little pervert loves womanly b.r.e.a.s.ts of any type. "I came to tell you things are going to get even busier soon. I need to know if you have found someone who can replace you here yet?" I asked, point-blank, and she nodded. "Yes, I did. She is a good little girl that is surprisingly smart. She is about twelve years old and is picking things up very quickly. She wasn't very educated when she first started with us and just did miscellaneous tasks, but the math is very easy for her. She can come out with calculations in seconds without any writing. It is simply astonishing, Mistress. She is young, though, and inexperienced. This also means that we can secure her loyalty now with a good wage and bring her in quick while the talent is available to us..." She trailed off quietly, saying it, so no other employees heard. I nodded to myself, grateful that there was such a talent in our store.

This lifted a great burden if I could get her into the Gang fold as well. This would be too early at this point. Better let her learn more and teach her more before I start to bring her into the larger organization that I am establishing. My gang was in the infant stage and needed to become a little larger before I could start. Everything happening in the Kingdom would need to be attached to what was happening in the Empire. This would become a major upscale and income between the two nations. Smuggling, drugs, transfer of people... It would become a new economy just based on ourselves. I needed gang members to know that there is somewhere to move up the more talent they have.

Incentives drive any species forward. You need ambitious people in your organization to make the organization grow faster. By their own selfish desires, they further the goal I want. It is no different from the government or companies. Nothing is going to happen if it doesn't benefit the person doing it. Gangs just needed to be more clandestine as they accomplish these things.

"I have some things to do..." I was about to respond when I see a red-faced bitch come into the store. Her eyes landed on me, and the blush deepened as I looked up at her. "I want to meet her soon and tell her that I would like to have a chat with this twelve-year-old. I need to see how much ambition this little girl has." I finished with a smile, "Now, Stacy, a toy has just entered into the lobby, and I feel like playing. Your welcome to watch after you're finished down here..." I finished as I walked towards a Blushing Duchess Nickey.

I stopped in front of her and frowned. "Now... Someone has been a very naughty bitch..." I said quietly, and I motioned towards the stairs towards our living quarters. "Now go up those stairs and wait for my punishment," I ordered. Her blush deepened, but not a single thought of disobedience showed up as she swiftly moved towards the stairs. I walked back over to Stacy to say something I just thought of.

"Stacy, I would really like some food since I hadn't had anything but my own cooking yesterday, and you make it better." Stacy had a bright smile and nodded, saying that she would have it done soon once she is done with the store. I take her chin into my hands and Hover my lips over hers for a couple of seconds. "Do well, and another reward will be here soon," I finish and walk away, hearing an "ah?" I suppressed the chuckle I felt and canceled my plans tonight of going to see Cassandra. I had a naughty bitch in need of some punishment.

She really hadn't done much, but the lack of telling me she was leaving was disrespectful. I don't care about no letter. She wanted to be my bitch; she had to act like it. I was softer with Ingrid since I know harder things would chase her away at this point. That wasn't true with the duchess. I believe she not only wants excitement; she wants to be wholly dominated. I started up the stairs with a smile on my face. I would have some fun with a new toy, and I will admit I was excited. The duchess was only starting to come to grips with her decision. She was looking at this as adding excitement into her life and that it would only stop there. What she didn't know was that I was tightening the grip I had each time she showed. I saw her blushing at my door with faint excitement and nervousness showing. She clearly had been wanting this but didn't know how to show up. The fact she met me before she even got up to m apartment door took her by surprise, and she had no time to cool her mind and get ready for our interaction.

I tossed a key into her hand that she almost dropped. "Open the door, clumsy Bitch..." I told her harshly. That only fueled a faint smile growing on her face, and she struggled to open the lock on the door. Finally, she got the key into the hole and turned the lock, entering inside. I needed what she was about to be. A stress ball I could beat grip to release some stress. I thought of doing it to Stacy, but she got a pretty big reward not long ago at the party.

She opened the door and was about to walk in when my hand landed on her shoulder. "Stupid Bitch did I tell you that you can enter before me?" I asked her. I then waited to hear her answer as she looked gobsmacked at that. Her mind slowly woke up to realize I only told her to open the door. Her blush deepened even more, and she turned to me, "I am so sorry. Mistress-"

I cut her off. "I don't care what you think, Bitch. Follow me." I was harsh to her, but her demeanor looked more excited at my derogatory comments then hating them. I turned to see her in the doorway, and I tapped my foot on the floor louder than usual, gaining her attention. "Did you not hear me? Follow me..." I said, trailing off, adding another misdemeanor to her punishment. I was happy with how many mistakes she had made in a short time frame. The surprise on her face when she found herself inside my apartment was noticeable, as if her body acted before her head. It was a slight surprise to me that her body wanted to act this way as her mind struggled to keep up.

I looked at the easy to remove dress she wore, this time being a simple sundress that went down to her knees. It was a green dress that suited her, but I looked at it for a second once she was inside and told her what I wanted to happen with it. "Lose it. You are a Bitch and my s.l.u.t. You will not wear clothes in this apartment without my explicit say so now Bitch." I told her loudly, startling her. She was overwhelmed with the difference between the first time and the second time being here. Even though I was harsh the first time, I wasn't so humiliating to her and forceful. Last time I gave her options, making it feel that each step of the way was something new that she chooses to do. Now I was telling her. She felt it even more in her core, and I knew it by the p.u.s.s.y juices leaking from excitement as the dress dropped to the floor and her panties being wet.

"Look, BItch. You came here of your own volition again, and I never told you to come. This means you really want to be a bitch under my feet. I know I can't blame you. I am an amazingly good looking Tiger-kin that drips in dominance." I started to say, knowing I sounded narcissistic as all hell. "But you showing up on your schedule is a no, no." I unlatched her bra, adding it into the pile with the dress as she worked her panties down her legs. "You will follow each order without thought of your wants... Why is it you will do what I want, Bitch?" I asked her, striding back in front of her as her panties are added to the pile.

"I am your Bitch..." She said, sounding not so confident about it.

"What was that I couldn't hear you properly when you talk so quietly."

"Because I am your bitch." She said slightly louder but still without any confidence.

I sighed visibly. "Stay here bitch looks like a dumb bitch like you needs training from the beginning." This brought her to be even more nervous as I walked into the training room. My battle wh.i.p.s would not be a good choice for the punishment she was about to receive. Instead, I grab a rod and a riding crop. I am back in front of her again, looking at her n.a.k.e.d body still with the piercing through her n.i.p.p.l.e. I smile for a half-second before I grow stern again.

"The one commendable thing about you the entire time you have been here bitch is you brought your ring," I said as I used the crop to play with the n.i.p.p.l.e ring attached to her. I know it wasn't meant to show her submission to me, but I will work with what I got for now.

"Thank you, Mistress." She quickly said after I commended her.

"Be quiet Bitch. Out of everything you could get right, you remember to show that you belong to me is so bare minimum that It disgusts me that's all you got right. First, you entered the store while the shop was closing at this hour. Second, you blush, showing everyone you are here for something the rest of them cant receive. Everyone around here knows I train slaves. It is not in my best interest to train a Duchess without a contract stating I do. What would I do if your useless husband found out at this point?" I followed up, and she realized the mistakes, and I had just started.

"Third mistake is you are too quick to show your obedience in public. You are my slave inside this apartment, but social graces must be met, you stupid Bitch." I started to go into more and more mistakes that she made. Her face seemed to realize that the situation in which she showed herself, in fact, caused problems. I smirked to myself. I knew all the problems I was stating were, in fact, true but not as big of a deal as I made them sound. I instantly went for the worst-case scenario also. Most wouldn't even suspect or care. The worst would be rumors, and she is a Duchess who could easily crush that dissent in this city.

"I think that is enough," I said, stopping lecturing her on her loss of decorum. I had more than enough to justify anything I did to her in her head. I had just beat the shit out of her with all the excuses I wanted. She was now thoroughly feeling guilty and wanted to make it up to me. I used the riding crop on the ring through her n.i.p.p.l.e to start playing with her.

"Now I am going to start with the first lesson tonight, Bitch." I said, continuing to play with that n.i.p.p.l.e. "What... Are... You... To... Me?" I said, slowly going back to the beginning.

"I am your Bitch Mistress Sally." She replied, still quiet, though.

I used that riding crop to whip her b.r.e.a.s.t. "I can't f.u.c.k.i.n.g hear you Bitch... What are you to me? If I ask, again, I am going to push you out onto the street as you are now." I told her, going back to playing with the ring.

"I am your Bitch!" She exclaimed loudly.

"Much better. Your showing you might have a brain in that head of yours, Bitch," I replied condescendingly. "Now I need my feet cleaned, and I think I know who is perfect for that, don't you BItch?" I asked her. She looked at me, surprised but nodded.

"Yes, Mistress," She said.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Me Mistress,"

"Who are you?"

"I am your Bitch, Mistress,"

"What makes you think you're honored with such a position, Bitch?"

"Because you called me that MIstress,"

"Perfect..." I said as she continued to stand there, dumbly. "Well, Get on your knees and clean my feet Bitch!" I commanded. She dropped to her knees and was about to lay down on her stomach when my crop whipped her ass hard. "Did I tell you to lay down, Bitch?" I asked, "Of course I f.u.c.k.i.n.g didn't. I told you on your knees Bitch!" I said, answering my own question followed up my crop loudly, slapping her ass multiple times with her yelping in pain from each.

Soon she was on her knees, face on my feet, licking them with her tongue. I only wished I hadn't just washed them. She didn't know that, though. Her ass was out in the air, and I felt her tongue wiggle on my feet, touching each inch of my foot. It started to get wet, but I couldn't care less. I was starting to feel horny already from the action. I smiled as I laid down the crop for the stick. I started to whip her ass for my amus.e.m.e.nt as she went about licking my feet.

"This is your punishment, you dumb bitch, for all the mistakes you made today. I haven't even gotten into the punishment for last time." I told her as the stick came down on her ass again and again. She was groaning as her ass turned into a stripy red from all the pain dished out. My first foot had then been finished on each cell being cleaned with her tongue.

"Good job Bitch. You finished the first foot. This punishment will stop when you clean the second foot as well." I told her. I couldn't see her facial expression, but I knew It would be something special. Then something happened to make it even more special. Stacy opened the door. She entered in only to see the View of Nickey's ass in her face. She smiled, loving the view like the littler pervert she was. The red ass with a dripping wet p.u.s.s.y put Stacy in the mood really quickly, and I could tell just from her face. The duchess didn't know who entered, though, but I wasn't about to ruin the mood. "Good Stacy, your back. As we discussed soon, I will need a meal while punishing this dumb Bitch at my feet. You are welcome to watch when you have a moment... I am sure this Bitch would like that. Wouldnt you?" I asked her.

"Yesh, Mistress, I would like that very much!" She said, knowing not to contradict me. The stick fell on her ass, receiving another yelp from her. "Back to work Bitch as my second foot isn't going to clean itself!" I commanded again, and she got to work on my other foot while the stick came down on her ass. I was in view of the Kitchen and could see Stacy having problems with how horny she was while cooking. I could see the indecision of masturbating on her face. As the stick came down again, I said, "Stacy, Finish without touching yourself, and I will have a reward for you." I told her, and she turned happily.

"Thank you, Mistress," She said excitedly as the stick came down on the bitches ass again and again. Her cries filling the room as she licked my foot. Soon my foot was completely 'cleaned' I then stepped on her face.

"Good, Bitch," I commended her and stopped using the stick on her red ass. "You look good under my feet bitch. I think I will keep you there for the next little bit." I told her with a smile that she couldn't see. "Now, since I have punished you sufficiently for your misdemeanors downstairs, I commend you for accepting your punishment. A bitch like you needs a proper carrot and stick. Come crawl to the couches, and you may pleasure me." I said and finally lifted my foot off her face.

I walked over to my couches and took off my leather shorts. I carefully put my belt with weapons off to the side and sit down, showing her my panties. "Come bitch." She looks up and crawls over like the bitch she is. She starts to move aside my panties when my hand tangles into her hair, and I slap her face. "Your Mistress is rewarding you bitch with her body! What do you say?!" I yell at her.

"Thank you, Mistress, for the honor of serving you?" It was perfect. This Duchess knows more and more as we move on. Starting to catch on to what position she is in the house.

"Good, Get to work Bitch."

Her face then dug in, starting to pleasure me. Her mouth over my clit softly sucking, turning harder was really good, and I m.o.a.ned as she worked on my P.u.s.s.y. I watched as Stacy looked jealously at the Duchess as she was working on my p.u.s.s.y. I slowly started to lift my legs around, and I started to wrap them around her head. I then grabbed her hair and pulled her off. "Take a deep breath, Bitch." I commanded her as confusion painted her face. She took the breath regardless, and I stuck her face back into my p.u.s.s.y. I then tightened my legs around her head, choking her on p.u.s.s.y. She could no longer breathe, and I felt her tongue stop. Her head tried to pull back, but I kept her locked to my p.u.s.s.y.

"Lick Bitch or suffocate," I announced to her. Her resistance ended, and I saw those eyes look up at my face. She saw I was serious and started to pleasure me again. I m.o.a.ned lightly, and I watched Stacy working on something in the kitchen. I heard my stomach grumble as I smelt the food she was making. I would let the duchess breathe every once and a while while I would choke her on my p.u.s.s.y. I was m.o.a.ning more frequently as she was doing her best down there. I leaned back, enjoying the work of the bitch between my legs when Stacy brought a meal to me. I m.o.a.ned loudly as I was nearing an orgasm when the food was placed in front of me. Stacy was rubbing her thighs. I knew she wanted what I promised.

I then motioned her over, and I whispered into her ear. She smiled and went off into the training room. Between my legs, some bitch grew more desperate for air as she was running out of oxygen. I m.o.a.ned as she worked my p.u.s.s.y, and I felt on edge. I decided to make the bitch finish her work before I would let her breathe. It was not much longer, and I heard Stacy leave the training room, and I orgasmed. I loosened up my legs, and the duchess bitch took long deep breaths. I noticed my ejaculate going down her chin.

"Good job Bitch." I told her with a smile as she hungrily took in the air now available. "You deserve a reward, but I am eating, so my little toy will play with you bitch." I told her, and she was no longer confused when Stacy came out with my Strapless dildo poking out VIbrating in front of her face.

"I will watch, Bitch... Enjoy your reward!" I told her with a smile as she turned to me with a desperate look. I took up the food Stacy brought as Stacy positioned herself at the Duchess's face and forced her to give the dildo head. I watched as Stacy forced her to deepthroat the appendage. I smiled as Stacy wasn't nice at all hearing the Duchess gag on her strapless c.o.c.k. I ate while watching the show as saliva dripped down the Duchess's chin before Stacy stopped choking her with the c.o.c.k. The Duchess struggled to gain air again as Stacy moved quickly with a smile finding her wet p.u.s.s.y. She didn't pause after finding it and shoved her c.o.c.k inside quickly. The Bitch of a Duchess cried out loudly with a mouth so wide open it could easily accommodate another c.o.c.k. I smiled with the thought as Stacy f.u.c.k.i.e.d her hard and fast as she could, and their M.o.a.ns filled the room.

I watched the show as the bitch orgasmed again and again on Stacys c.o.c.k. I started to feel horny while watching them and eating. "Crawl over bitch, and attend my P.u.s.s.y again!" I commanded them, cutting through the loud m.o.a.ns. The bitch was soon between my legs, pleasuring my horny p.u.s.s.y as I ate and Stacy f.u.c.k.i.n.g her hard. Stacy Came again as she f.u.c.k.i.e.d the Duchess's cunt hard.

I heard Stacy's hard breathing as she f.u.c.k.i.e.d the duchess into another orgasm of her own. She started to slow down, much to the Duchess's relief, as she licked my p.u.s.s.y. I finished my food as I neared my own orgasm. A couple of seconds of the bitches workings on my p.u.s.s.y later, I had a small orgasm. "Good Job. Both of you. I enjoyed the show..." I said, marking the end to their fun. Stacy knew that her work came to an end.

I pulled the Duchess up from my crotch. "Good job. It looks like you enjoyed yourself." I said with a smile as I looked at her melted face plastered with pleasure. "Now... Time to go receive your next punishment for last time."

That pleasured face changed so fast the smile on my face grew broad. The bitch crawled behind me as we walked towards the training room for her punishment. She looked so worried as I forced her into the training room for a night of my fun.