Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 9) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 9

“One of us should get a car,” Kelly said. “It’s going to start getting cold soon.”

She and Jenny walked up a dark street. The days might still be warm, but Kelly felt the autumn chill after the sun went down. The busty teen wore a short skirt, blouse, and heels. A light jacket kept her warm. Jenny chose to wear shorts, tank, and sneakers, with a fleece hoodie.

“I keep spending all my money on shoes,” Jenny said. “I’m still broke, despite all the money I get.”

“Okay, I guess that means I’ll be the one buying a car,” Kelly said, and they giggled. “You’ll have to kick in for gas. I think a pair of designer heels a month should suffice.”

“Are you crazy? One pair of shoes is two or three car payments,” Jenny cried. “You, girl, are a predator.”

They spoke about anything but the upcoming shift at Dominions. Kelly still couldn’t believe she agreed to start that night. Hell, she only had four hours to recover from her job interview slash BDSM threesome.

“Oh my God,” Kelly cried when they arrived. “The place is packed.”

“It always is,” Jenny said. “They have a long, leisurely supper, and then some of them will leave. Most will change into their kinky personas and come jump on us. The first few hours are usually the busiest.” She grinned. “You know old guys need to go to bed early.”

Kelly squealed with scandalized giggles. “That’s so bad, Jenny. Funny, but so wrong.”

“It’s true, and that’s why it is funny,” the brunette said.

They entered Dominions via the employee entrance in back. The dressing room was filled with coeds. Kelly recognized a few from her classes, and just being around campus. Sylvia Spencer was a gorgeous sophomore cheerleader, and apparently a part time BDSM sex slave. Yanet Cortez was in Kelly’s freshman English. Amy Michaels lived three doors down from Kelly in the dorm. But there were some beautiful women in their mid to late twenties, too.

Everyone stood in front of their lockers to dress in skimpy, barely there slavegirl outfits. Most wore leather or latex, though a few went with brightly colored lingerie. Club management chose what they wore, and Lady Lovelace gave Kelly her outfits after the interview, before assigning her a locker.

Since she was friends with Jenny, Kelly was given Whitney’s locker next to her friend. They grew silent as they stripped and started dressing for a long night of debauchery. Kelly hesitated, wondering why she thought it a good idea to go undercover as a sex slave.

I really should’ve had more of a plan than just go to work here, she thought, pulling out the red patent thigh boots Lady Lovelace gave her. Outloud, “Do I really need more than these boots?”

“Honestly, no,” Jenny said. “Someone will strip you down to just the boots pretty quickly, and that’s how you’ll spend the rest of the night.”

Jenny pulled on a pair of black latex “hose” held up by matching garter belt. She then put on a red latex bikini top, before slipping into a pair of bright red Mary Jane platform stilettos.

Kelly chose a black leather midriff corset and matching bikini bottoms. She then put on a pair of shoulder brushing gold hoop earrings, while Jenny went with sparkly chandelier earrings. Neither bothered with bracelets or bangles, since they had to wear wide leather cuffs around their wrists and ankles. So after putting on the cuffs, they were ready for their shift.

“Excellent,” Lady Lovelace purred as she walked up. “You’re both ready early.”

Kelly noticed other staff dominatrixes had followed the head dominatrix into the dressing room. They split up to inspect the slavegirls about to go out. She noticed they were immediately very touchy feely. The dominatrixes adjusted the slavegirls’ clothes, and even ordered some to change. Lady Lovelace commanded her and Jenny to slowly turn around and show her what they looked like.

Lady Lovelace touched Kelly’s hair, butt, and breasts. And not light touches, either. She squeezed her butt and left tit, before pinching her chin to pull down a glossy red lower lip.

“Gorgeous. You’re going to be quite popular,” the dominatrix said. She turned to examine Jenny. “I love you in that outfit.”

That’s when Kelly realized Jenny had no intention of covering her naked pussy. Not panties, thong, or G-string. Hell, she barely had a landing strip. And then Lady Lovelace lifted up a slave collar with “Slave Jenny” across the front. Jenny obediently lifted her chin, holding her long hair out of the way, while the head dominatrix buckled it around her throat. And then Lady Lovelace ensured Jenny couldn’t remove it by snapping on a small padlock.

“We already have your collar, Kelly,” she said.

Lady Lovelace held up a black leather slave collar with “Slave Kelly” across the front is big letters. Kelly’s breath caught, and gooseflesh rippled up her back. Was that a chill? Or a thrill?

“Chin up, slave,” she commanded.

Kelly obeyed, heart racing. Jenny pulled her hair out of the way, giving Lady Lovelace easy access to the blonde’s throat. Once buckled around her neck, Kelly thought it felt tighter than the collar she wore for the interview.

Probably just nerves.

“Remember our safe word, Kelly,” Lady Lovelace said. “Also keep in mind that intimacy is everyone’s greatest desire. Our members will want to kiss you. You don’t have to kiss them if you don’t want to, but if you do…”

The dominatrix looked at Jenny.

“You will get much better tips,” Jenny said. “Especially from the men. The women kind of expect you to kiss.”

“True. Also, any chance for you to go girl-on-girl with another slavegirl, jump on it,” Lady Lovelace said. “You’ll get a lot of tips during that scene.”

“Men and women are going to just hand us money, Mistress?” Kelly asked. “Like at a strip club?”

“No, it’s all done electronically,” the head dominatrix said. “You have an account here, as do the members. They all have tip clickers. Tips start at twenty dollars.”

“Our tips are deposited into our bank accounts after our shift,” Jenny said. “And we get paid every other week by the club.”

“Any questions?” Lady Lovelace asked.

“No, Mistress.”

The redheaded dominatrix pushed them back against their lockers, side-by-side. She kissed first Jenny, and then Kelly. A very soft, sensuous kiss, too. Her hands stroked the slavegirls at the same time, and quickly dropped down between their legs. Her fingers slipped under Kelly’s nether closure. And she started rubbing.

Kelly and Jenny gasped at the same time. Both slavegirls stared at their boss lady with open mouths. Lady Lovelace smirked at them as she rubbed. The redhead proved quite skilled in the art of masturbation, too.

For some reason, Kelly grabbed Jenny’s hand. They squeezed their support as Lady Lovelace pressed harder, rubbed faster. Kelly felt her body heat up, insides melting into a fluttery mess. Her pussy juices flowed, soon squishing sounds rose up from both of their crotches. By that time Kelly didn’t care. Her body was singing.

Kelly thrust her hips forward, grinding against Lady Lovelace’s hand. She started to pant, feeling so hot and achy with need and desire. Tiny sounds of pleasure started bubbling out of Jenny. And Kelly’s entire world shrank down to her pussy and her Mistress’ talented fingertips.

“Oh God,” Kelly gasped, eyes rolling up.

The surge to climax claimed her, followed by the sweetest eruptions of pure pleasure. She moaned and groaned, continuing to grind her pussy against that wonderful hand. Lady Lovelace masturbated her all the way through her orgasm, stretching it out so long.

“That was amazing,” Kelly whispered, panting furiously. “Oh wow. Do it again.”

“Excellent. Now that your bodies and minds are in the right state of arousal and submission… Get to work.”

The two slavegirls stumbled toward the door. Kelly was back in control of her mind and body, for the most part, by the time she reached the exit. Jenny recovered even faster.

“How often does she do that?”

“They rub one out every night before our shift starts,” Jenny said. “That’s the first time Lady Lovelace masturbated me, though. It’s usually Mistress Hypatia who does me.”

Kelly froze the instant they passed through the door into the Promenade. A dozen men, and three women all stopped and turned to check her out. New girl. New meat. Each and every single one of them would have complete access to her body.

What was I thinking?