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Her hair was pulled up in a wild ponytail and her makeup was flawlessly applied to her face. She was wearing a long black dress tonight with a lace top. I admired her. Because of this woman, I wanted to start this journey.
“I have heard a lot about you.” She spoke slowly, choosing her words wisely as if she were some government diplomat and not the lead Mistress of the Dom Den. “I would like to congratulate you on your studies. We have been told that you passed with flying colors.”
Everyone in the room clapped, raising their glasses to me. I found Kyle, and his eyes showed a twinkle of happiness. To think, this was all because of him.
“Tonight, we would like to welcome you to the Dom Den as a full-fledged member.” I felt like I won the lottery as the room cheered and drank to me.
Mistress Diana produced a necklace. On the pendant was a small dumbbell that read, “Samantha.”
“You are strong—much stronger than you thought you were, and stronger than we anticipated. Please take this and wear it.” Mistress Diana fixed the necklace around me, and I promised myself I would never take it off.
One of the wait staff arrived at my side, giving me a glass of wine.
“Now we will toast to the Dom Den and our newest member.” Mistress Diana raised her glass with everyone else. “To Mistress Samantha; let the games begin.”
Everyone raised their glass and cheered, saying my name throughout the house as if I were a superstar. Kyle came up and pulled on the small robe cord that held it closed.
Taking the robe off revealed my mistress attire: a black leather skirt that hugged my curves, black, spiked heels with a bit of flare just in case I had to put my foot down a slave’s throat, a black leather corset hugging my breasts, and of course, now my new necklace swung from my neck.
I was smiling so hard I could feel my face stretching.
“See, I told you that it was possible, Mistress,” Kyle whispered in my ear as I sipped my wine. “Now go out there and make us proud.”
I picked up my glass and saluted everyone that was there.
All the hell I went through was worth it. Now I stood in front of these people, half-naked without a care in the world. I was more confident than I had ever been, and I owed it to this journey.
I was a mistress now; a full-fledged mistress.
*****
“A www... I’m sorry to hear that,” I told Christian, my newest conquest. It was the same story I’d heard over and over again. Girl runs over boy, breaks his heart, and he comes to drink the pain away. “I can help you get over that, you know.”
He picked his head up. He was about to ask a question when we were rudely interrupted.
“Sam, what are you doing here?” Trevor’s smile and slurred speech were the last things I wanted to see or hear right now.
“Hello, Trevor.” The sight of him now made me want to vomit. He looked the same, with his disheveled hair, crooked smile, and body reeking of whiskey. His clothes looked as if they hadn’t seen a washer or an iron in months.
He moved to hug me, but I pushed him away.
“Oh man. It is so nice seeing you. Did you lose weight?” he asked, trying to embarrass me. My size was no longer an issue that he could use against me.
“Nope, I’m the same size I was when I kicked you out.” He got the hint. His smile turned down to a frown.
“Yeah, well, that was a big mistake on your part.” It was beginning. He was about to try to embarrass me. Maybe he’d call me fat, dumb whore in front of Christian, but I wasn’t going to allow it.
“I doubt it. Your whisky dick wasn’t satisfying me. You didn’t deserve me, and I stayed with you two years too long.” Christian took my lead, standing up from his bar stool as I stood from mine. “Now, if you don’t mind, my date and I are leaving. You have a horrible rest of your life, asshole.”
Christian took my hand and we left the bar, leaving Trevor shit-faced and standing in his own pitifulness.
In the cool air,
Her hair was pulled up in a wild ponytail and her makeup was flawlessly applied to her face. She was wearing a long black dress tonight with a lace top. I admired her. Because of this woman, I wanted to start this journey.
“I have heard a lot about you.” She spoke slowly, choosing her words wisely as if she were some government diplomat and not the lead Mistress of the Dom Den. “I would like to congratulate you on your studies. We have been told that you passed with flying colors.”
Everyone in the room clapped, raising their glasses to me. I found Kyle, and his eyes showed a twinkle of happiness. To think, this was all because of him.
“Tonight, we would like to welcome you to the Dom Den as a full-fledged member.” I felt like I won the lottery as the room cheered and drank to me.
Mistress Diana produced a necklace. On the pendant was a small dumbbell that read, “Samantha.”
“You are strong—much stronger than you thought you were, and stronger than we anticipated. Please take this and wear it.” Mistress Diana fixed the necklace around me, and I promised myself I would never take it off.
One of the wait staff arrived at my side, giving me a glass of wine.
“Now we will toast to the Dom Den and our newest member.” Mistress Diana raised her glass with everyone else. “To Mistress Samantha; let the games begin.”
Everyone raised their glass and cheered, saying my name throughout the house as if I were a superstar. Kyle came up and pulled on the small robe cord that held it closed.
Taking the robe off revealed my mistress attire: a black leather skirt that hugged my curves, black, spiked heels with a bit of flare just in case I had to put my foot down a slave’s throat, a black leather corset hugging my breasts, and of course, now my new necklace swung from my neck.
I was smiling so hard I could feel my face stretching.
“See, I told you that it was possible, Mistress,” Kyle whispered in my ear as I sipped my wine. “Now go out there and make us proud.”
I picked up my glass and saluted everyone that was there.
All the hell I went through was worth it. Now I stood in front of these people, half-naked without a care in the world. I was more confident than I had ever been, and I owed it to this journey.
I was a mistress now; a full-fledged mistress.
*****
“A www... I’m sorry to hear that,” I told Christian, my newest conquest. It was the same story I’d heard over and over again. Girl runs over boy, breaks his heart, and he comes to drink the pain away. “I can help you get over that, you know.”
He picked his head up. He was about to ask a question when we were rudely interrupted.
“Sam, what are you doing here?” Trevor’s smile and slurred speech were the last things I wanted to see or hear right now.
“Hello, Trevor.” The sight of him now made me want to vomit. He looked the same, with his disheveled hair, crooked smile, and body reeking of whiskey. His clothes looked as if they hadn’t seen a washer or an iron in months.
He moved to hug me, but I pushed him away.
“Oh man. It is so nice seeing you. Did you lose weight?” he asked, trying to embarrass me. My size was no longer an issue that he could use against me.
“Nope, I’m the same size I was when I kicked you out.” He got the hint. His smile turned down to a frown.
“Yeah, well, that was a big mistake on your part.” It was beginning. He was about to try to embarrass me. Maybe he’d call me fat, dumb whore in front of Christian, but I wasn’t going to allow it.
“I doubt it. Your whisky dick wasn’t satisfying me. You didn’t deserve me, and I stayed with you two years too long.” Christian took my lead, standing up from his bar stool as I stood from mine. “Now, if you don’t mind, my date and I are leaving. You have a horrible rest of your life, asshole.”
Christian took my hand and we left the bar, leaving Trevor shit-faced and standing in his own pitifulness.
In the cool air,
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