Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 28) (Patreon)

Chapter 28

Jade Manor, Friday morning…

Mistress Patriot stepped out of her bathroom. Buck ass naked, but with hair and face done. But best of all, she was back in her ancestral home, ancestral master bedroom. Back in command of herself, her fate, and her empire.

“The bitch is back, Lynda,” she said.

Her slave, and former sidekick, knelt before her. Waiting. The busty blonde teen only wore a black leather collar and matching stiletto pumps. Her long blonde tresses were pulled up in curled, flouncy pigtails. A worried, but open expression spread across her lovely face.

“Good morning, Mistress,” the slave said.

It was a good morning. Her first back as a free woman. The events of the previous night replayed in her head. Lynda had been back at Jade Manor, answering all of Clive’s yearnings. The old butler had proven remarkably virile. The little blue pills helped.

“What is the status of my new costume?”

“It arrived while you were in the shower, Mistress. I placed the box in the dressing room.”

“Attend me,” she said, striding toward the door into her closet suite.

Her closet was multiple rooms. Her former mistress added very little, threw nothing away. Really, all Tabitha added was a lot more BDSM attire. The actual dressing room was in the very middle, surrounded by side rooms with all of her clothes and footwear.

The hidden door into the Patriot Cave was open. She frowned at that. Tabitha had felt no need to hide it. Regrettable. Not only did the mansion’s domestic staff know about it now, and how to access it, but so did a lot of the House of Joy staff.

The dressing room was round, with floor to ceiling mirrors on white walls. The decor was all red and pink, with a central red circle bench couch. An expansive crystal chandelier hung above that luxurious seating. Empty clothes racks were recessed into the wall between doors. A flat, pink box sat on the circle couch. Mistress Patriot sat, crossing her long legs, and waited for her slave.

Lynda quickly pulled the top off the box and pulled out the first garment. It was a star-spangled tanga thong. A Ms Patriot costume thong, except the blue had changed to black leather.

“It came in two versions, per your request,” Lynda said. “Leather and latex.”

“Perfect,” she said, accepting the new garment. “I’ll go with leather today.”

Mistress Patriot slipped the thong up her legs, stood, and snugged it up nicely.

“Perfect fit,” she said. “Place an order for twenty more.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lynda said. Then she lifted out the corset. “Is this what you wanted?”

The corset was her version of the old costume. Instead of red and white vertical stripes, the red was now black. Gold trimmed lined the top edge. Lynda helped her into the corset, then she fluffed her tits to display them better.

“Again, perfect,” she said. “Gloves?”

“Black kidskin opera gloves, as you requested, Mistress,” the blonde said, pulling them out of the box last. “Very soft and warm, too. Very luxurious.”

“Excellent!” she said, pulling them on to the perfect snug fit. “Love everything. So, order twenty more of all items. And give the tailor another thousand as a token of my appreciation for him staying up all night to create it for me.”

“It will be done, Mistress,” she said.

Mistress Patriot headed into her shoe closet. She found the pair of black patent thigh boots with the tallest, wickedest stiletto heels and pulled them on. Then she stepped before a mirror to admire herself. She had Lynda fetch her a black mask. She had many colors in the Patriot Cave dressing room, just in case. Lynda returned with the fashion glue already applied, so she pressed it to her face.

“Now I am truly Mistress Patriot.”

She pulled the beautiful teen in for a deep, open-mouth kiss that lingered. Mistress Patriot kissed her way down the slave’s neck, and then smothered her tits with kisses. Then she pushed Lynda back a step.

“I want you in my bed after work,” she said. Lynda nodded, looking excited. “I might bring a man. It might just be the two of us. Now, kneel and lick boot.”

The blonde teen dropped to her knees, then all fours. She pressed glossy pink lips to the toe and left a perfect lip print. The dominatrix paused to admire it. So beautiful. Then she had the slave continue kissing, licking, and nuzzling her booted foot. After a few minutes she switched feet.

“Go put on a black leather bikini and thigh boots, and then come down to the Patriot Cave… No, it’s the Patriot Dungeon now. Join me there.”

Lynda rushed away to obey her orders. The raven-maned dominatrix strutted into the Patriot Cave dressing area, and then went to her vanity. Picking up a wide, golden power belt, she grinned and wrapped it around her waist. The sexy sensations of magic flowing through her shapely body made her eyes flutter closed, a soft groan escaped her lips.

“Not fully empowered, yet,” she whispered. “But, damn, that feels good.”

As much as she craved sex now, Mistress Patriot wasn’t sure she’d ever be full empowered again. She just couldn’t deny herself climaxes just to build up enough sexual frustration to fully fuel her super powers. But there were ways to power up quickly, if need arose.

She took the elevator down to the Patriot Cave turned BDSM dungeon. Her predecessor and vanquished mistress had already repurposed the crime fighting facility into a BDSM dungeon, filling it was every conceivable playstation.

The lights snapped on when she stepped off the elevator. A soft, feminine moan of distress followed. A tiny smile played across full red lips. Tabby was stretched out before her on a rack. Spread eagle. VR goggles and headphones playing a brainwashing program designed to suck away all free thought and make a girl perfectly compliant, malleable, and obedient. To help it along a fucking machine was pounding that pussy with a ginormous ridged dildo. All. Night. Long.

Mistress Patriot strolled up, one hand stroking, caressing her slave’s amazingly toned body. Tabby’s entire body glistened with sweat, trembling like a leaf. Her lower belly really quivered with all the orgasms she’d been forced to enjoy.

“I’m just a little jealous right now,” she whispered.

She watched her slave enduring that insidious training.

“You broke me like this, Tabby. Completely tamed me,” she whispered. “Worse, I really learned to love it. I kind of miss the use and abuse already, but this is for the best. I really prefer being the biggest, baddest bitch in the house. And I will enjoy pimping your hot round ass out in the House of Joy.” She paused a moment. “But maybe I’ll sell you to a street pimp, like Thor. Or to King Pimp. We’ll see.”

Lynda came down after about twenty minutes, with Tyrone, Ozzy, and Madame Vu tagging along. The two bouncers looked shocked to see their former boss bound and being sexually brainwashed. Seeing her going through something she’d forced upon countless young women. And they’d enjoyed the process and fruits of their labors.

“Madame Vu, turn off and remove the fucking machine,” she commanded. “Patriot Sl… No. From now on your slave name is Patriot Girl. I never liked women being named slut. You will also answer to Lynda. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress, I am Patriot Girl and Lynda.”

“Good, get on your knees and eat Tabby out while I speak to the boys.”

As soon as Madame Vu pulled the fucking machine away, Patriot Girl was on her knees between Tabby’s wide-spread legs. She moaned and groaned with wanton pleasure as she ate pussy. Tabby reacted well, too, grinding her pussy into the teen’s talented mouth.

“Good morning, boys,” Mistress Patriot said, giving them a cool stare. “You acknowledge and accept that I’m now in charge?”

“We do,” Tyrone said, not looking happy. “We wouldn’t have come if we didn’t. But other bouncers and staff are still on the fence. They will base their decisions to stay or leave on what we report back.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “I offer the same pay and benefits. I know that Tabby sometimes took one or more of you boys to bed. I’m a horny little girl, too, so that is a possibility. But for you to be granted that boon will require exemplary loyalty and service.”

“So, nothing this morning?” Ozzy asked.

“Not with me,” she said, and smiled. “But you can fuck Tabby and Patriot Girl all you want. In fact, I really invited you over to help train Tabby in her new role as a submissive, fuck-toy slavegirl. Interested?”

Their smiled were huge.