Domination Games

Memories Part 4

The doctor diagnosed Alex to be suffering from a particularly
nasty viral sickness.  He was running a high fever and would
not be able to take care of himself for several days. 
Naturally, the physical stress imposed by the contest session
did not help him in his already weakened state.  Gemma did not
hesitate.  She checked them out and took him to her home where
she would be able to devote her attentions to nursing him.  

She could not understand why he had not told her he was
feeling ill.  Had he told her and she simply had not been
listening to him?  She could not understand how he had
tolerated as much of the punishment before he passed out.

The fever came and went over the next few days.  Gemma wanted
to put Alex into the hospital, but, during one of his lucid
periods,  he had refused.  She would never be able to explain
the welts and cuts from Rayna's beating.  Alex was afraid the
police might arrest Gemma or that some reporter might latch
onto her lifestyle as fodder for an expose on kinky college
professors.   

The final irony, as Gemma discovered, was that Alex was blamed
himself for her losing.  There was no way that she could allow
him to accept that blame.  The failure was hers.  If she was
to be subjected to humiliation and corrections for this
fiasco, well, as her own Mistress would have quickly pointed
out, it was no less than she deserved.  Mistress had always
maintained that a submissive as devoted and as well trained as
Alex was a gift.  Gemma was only now starting to understand
that maxim and was devastated that she had not been worthy of
his devotion, or .. his love?  

More confusing to Gemma were her own feelings toward Alex. 
She had always perceived him as an incredible challenge, a
vessel into which she could pour her most extravagant, most
severe tests.  Someone whose tolerance for pain equalled her
need to control another's pain, her need to control, period. 
Now, with him laying in her bed, ill, weak, she felt different
somehow.  Ashamed, certainly, for the first time in her life
as a dominatrix.  Possessive, too.  He was hers.  But there
were other feelings, softer feelings that she could not put
name to, and they frightened her.

The third day after Gemma had brought Alex home from the
retreat, Rayna had arrived at Gemma's place in full dominant
armor.  This act alone was a violation of Cabal etiquette and
protocol.  Many of the members took their activities to the
Cabal rather than play at home in order to protect their
reputations in conservative home town communities.  Not
wanting to explain exotic, leather-dressed callers to their
neighbors was a basic reason for seeking membership in the
Cabal.  Rayna obviously did not care what effect she had on
Gemma's reputation.

Gemma told Rayna that Alex had been and continued to be ill.
"No skin off my ass, Gemma dear.  You put him up, he passed
out, you lost.  Simple as that.  And then, you snuck off like
a thief to avoid your fairly lost forfeit service.  You
welshed, bitch."   Rayna was nearly screaming.

Gemma stood quietly and took it, then spoke.  "You have won
the bet, but there is no honor in your victory.  However, I
should not have placed an ill bottom in your hands, so I am at
fault.  I will pay the penalty for that reason, not because
you are in any way, superior to me."

Rayna backhanded Gemma, cutting her mouth with a gaudy ring. 
"Slut, you lost and you will serve as I choose.  I'm going to
prove how inferior you really are."  A forehand slap from the
same hand rocked Gemma further back onto her heels.  "I'm
going to prove that you are not even worthy to be a slave in
the Cabal, let alone be a Mistress."  She slapped Gemma again
to emphasize her point.  Prepared this time and furious at the
treatment, Gemma retaliated, landing a fist squarely on
Rayna's jaw.  Her tormenter dropped like a stone.  

"Bitch,"  Rayna screamed, "You think you're so tough, that you
know every thing about the lifestyle.  Well, bitch, you'll get
to prove it.  You are entered in the Spring Games as a slave
slut contestant.  By the terms of our bet, the forfeit was
approved by the Cabal Council.  In your absence, I might add,
since you didn't have the guts to stick around and take your
medicine like a Mistress.  You will walk through those gates
in the Spring as a slave or you will never walk through them
again."  

She picked herself off the floor and walked over to her foe. 
Rayna glided a finger under Gemma's chin, lifting her head and
running her finger through the blood trickling down from
Gemma's mouth.   She tasted the finger delicately, as if
savoring a rare, gourmet treat.  "I'd go into training, if I
were you, sweetheart, those games are rough, and you know the
penalties for failing to make it to the second day of
competition.  Hope you enjoy sucking slave cock, bitch.  When
you are eliminated from the games and have to serve at evening
entertainment, I'm going to see that you get to service a lot
of it.  I'm going to see you suck off every single slave
there.  I suspect that the assembled Masters will find the
opportunity to seductive to resist, as well.  I'd get myself a
rubber cock and get those lip and jaw muscles in shape, if I
were you."  She turned and walked out leaving Gemma in a cold,
dark rage.  Gemma thought that the day just couldn't get any
worse.

It did get worse.  She shut the door and turned to see Alex
standing, leaning actually, in the hallway.  "I heard the
scuffling.  I came to see if you needed my help."  He reeled
dizzily as the effects of three days fighting a fever caught
up with him.  He caught himself and looked up at her as she
moved to support him.  "Is it true?  Can they make you enter
those games as a slave?  Because of me?"  His voice was so
weary, so defeated, it made her ache.

She helped him to the couch and settled him there. She sat
down on a foot stool across from him.  "It was the terms of
the bet, Alex.  If I want to continue my membership in the
Cabal, I have to pay the loss forfeit.  That I stupidly
endangered you by entering you into a scene you were too ill
to withstand is no excuse.  In fact, if it becomes commonly
known to the Council that I hazarded a sick slave, I could be
blacklisted for violation of the Charter."  Attempting to
lighten the mood, she placed her right hand over her heart,
struck a pose of great dignity and spoke with the tones of a
judge reading law,  "'The responsible dominant will always
hold the ultimate responsibility and accountability for the
safety of any submissives who give themselves into his or her
service'"  she quoted.  She smiled ruefully at Alex and spoke
in a more normal.  "That the submissive has his or her own
responsibility is true,  but I knew that you would never say
no to me.  All I was concerned with was beating Rayna, not
protecting you.  I am most humbly sorry, Alex.  You deserved
and do deserve better.  I hope you can forgive me."  Her eyes
were downcast in embarrassment.

"Bullshit.  That's bullshit, Mistress.  I love you.  I have
made no bones about it and I would do anything you asked. 
This time, my failure comes home to roost on your back instead
of mine.  I'll go to those guys and offer myself in your
place."

Gemma smiled at him, and gently shook her head.  "Won't work,
even if I'd permit it.  The Council has accepted the forfeit
plan and I will have to comply.  It won't be so bad, Alex,
only one weekend.  And all of the structure and strictures for
the protection and safety of the submissives will be there for
me.  I'll have to start all over again, earn my place as a
Mistress to be reckoned with all over again, particularly if I
don't win, but it will only be seventy two hours and I will
get through it.  I will think of it as a new challenge.  Then,
when I have finished with this penance for my lapse of
judgement and I have recovered my reputation, then I will deal
with Rayna.  Trust me on this, okay, Alex?"

He stared at her mutely for a time, then nodded.  The look of
utter defeat made her cringe inside.  He went white as a
sheet, his store of strength depleted.  She put him back to
bed and left the room to review what she would do next.

Gemma's memories were interrupted by an angry shout from the
Mistress in Charge and the sound of crop striking backside. 
At least this time, the backside was not hers.  The setup for
the day's final event was taking longer than expected.  The
remaining male slaves were busily erecting two roped-in boxing
or wrestling rings directly in front of the spectators.  So,
she thought, she'd guessed correctly on that score as well. 
All those extra hours would now either pay off or they would
not.  In any case, they had provided her the excuse she'd
needed at the time.  Strange how very important it had seemed
then.  Even now, any other result of the confrontation between
Alex and herself did not even bear thinking of.

Alex's recovery had been slow.  The incident with Rayna had
not helped and he remained listless and introspective.  She
nursed him for over a week before a semblance of his old
strength and constitution began to show itself.  She went to
school, taught her classes, did only the work that absolutely
had to be done at the office, then packed up the remainder in
her briefcase and hurried home to Alex.

One day, about two weeks after the contest with Rayna, she
arrived home to find the guest room empty.  Cleaned up,
straightened up - completely free of dirt, clutter or any
other sign that Alex had ever been in her home.  Even the bed
linens were cleaned.  The only indication that he'd ever been
there was a white envelope, addressed to her, on the night
table.  She frantically grabbed the envelope and tore it open.

Dearest Gemma,

I hate good byes.  I have taken and endured
everything that you have demanded of me, but
I am still a coward and cannot face the test
I know you will ultimately give me.  The
reasons for my endurance and my cowardice are 
the same - I love you.  I take your strap and 
your crop because I know you find value in
it.  And because I love you, it gives me
fulfillment and satisfaction to provide you
that gift.  Now, you must tell me to go away. 
You say that you do not  blame me, but I know
I failed and the day will come when you
realize it, too.  To see your face, to hear
your voice, when you tell me that I will
never again have a place in your life is more
than I can stand.  I will not do anything
foolish, so don't fear that.  I will have to
move away, though.  It is too  painful to
live near you and not see you.  The thought
alone hurts more than anything you have ever
asked me to endure. 

Good bye, darling,  I will always love you.

Alex

For the first time in her memory, Gemma broke down and cried. 
She did not know what emotion dominated her tears; sorrow,
fury, betrayal or self hatred.  She crumpled the letter and
flung it away from her, ran to her room, and fell onto the bed
crying.

When the emotion had run its course and she'd calmed down, she
went and recovered the letter, smoothed it out and reread it. 
It occurred to her that this was the first love letter she had
ever received as an adult and it was a Dear Jane.  It was not
a submission letter or a request for her to consider a
potential slave, it was an statement of love.  What that
implied about her life and her future she didn't much like
considering.  

She made some tea, built a fire and sat down to think.  Facing
one's private self is not fun and never easy.  Over the course
of the first half of a long night fighting her personal
demons, she arrived at a couple of clear and surprising
revelations.  Alex was important to her and he was important
to her as more than just a shapely ass for her strap or whip. 
Secondly, she had never shown him, never told him that she
valued him.  Hell, she had never known she valued him.  They
had never even made genital love.  Certainly, they had both
achieved orgasm during some of the scenes.  She sometimes
forced him to orgasm so that the intensity of the strapping or
the paddling was not blunted by sexual excitement.  It was her
sternest test, and Alex always endured it for her.  Those were
the key words, weren't they?  "For her".

And so, thinking that he was of no further use to her, and
that he had failed her, he had left her rather than be told to
leave by someone he thought did not care about him.  And now
she, God help her, was alone.  And she felt truly alone for
the first time in her life.  She missed him already.

So, m'girl, she thought in the brogue of her old nanny, jest
what are ye goin' ta do about it?  God, she did not even know
where he lived, where his apartment was.  She had to think. 
There had to be a way to get back together long enough to
regain what she had thrown away without even realizing that it
was there in the first place.

Dawn found her at her office going through her files.  A quick
check of his treatment record to get his home address and she
was back on the road.  At 7:30, she was at his door with
coffee and fresh croissants. Alex's face went blank when he
opened the door to look up into Gemma's face.  "May I come
in?"  she asked hesitantly.  She held up the bags in her
hands. "I brought breakfast."  He stepped aside to let her
into the studio apartment.  She walked over to small
kitchenette and laid out the food.  She reached for cream
containers and sugar packets and then stopped.  Keeping her
back to him, she took a deep breath.  "I don't even know how
you take your coffee."  It came out as an accusation.

He stepped up beside her and took the styrofoam cup.  "Black. 
Wrestlers are always fighting to keep their weight down."  He
sipped the coffee and waited for her to face him.  "Why are
you here?"

She sipped her coffee and asked if she could sit down.  He
motioned her to the one chair in the living area of the studio
and moved a kitchen chair over next to it.  He was limping
slightly.  He had not finished his therapy and that effort had
lapsed as well while he recovered from the virus.  Now or
never, m'girl.  "I need help, Alex, and you are the only
person in my world that I trust enough to ask for it."  His
look of dazed astonishment cut her to her soul.  He was
shocked that she trusted him.  He couldn't even hide it.

She watched him take a hasty sip of the coffee as the emotions
played across his face, his fight for composure obvious.  He
turned to her, hope flaring in his eyes.  "What can I do for
you?"

"I need a Master."  This time the astonishment warred with
confusion on his face.  "I'm serious, Alex.  If I am retain my
Cabal membership, I must present myself as a contestant in the
Spring Games.  If I don't have a Master or Mistress to see to
any mandatory preparations, one will be assigned.  This
experience will be hard for me, I won't lie about that.  I
have not bottomed, except for my annual, for years.  I need
someone I trust, not someone who may have a grudge, not
someone who would find testing a domme for a whole weekend too
seductive to resist.  Or I could end up with Rayna by open
draw.  I need you, Alex."

"Gemma, Mistress, I don't know how to be a top, particularly
with you.  Don't you understand, I love you and I know that
you don't want to be submissive.  I don't know if I can do
things to you, things that hurt you."  The torment in his
voice was there for her to hear.  He wanted to be there for
her, but the thought of having to hurt her was hurting him. 
Lord, the man truly did love her.

"Someone will, Alex, the rules require it." she said in a
gentle tone he had never heard from her before.  "Unless you
agree to be my Master, someone will assigned to own me for
that weekend and I would rather it be you.  If I have to be
hurt, I know you will do it as gently as possible within the
requirements.  I would rather submit to you than to anyone
else.  You will care for me.  Besides, just think of the
insurance I'll have."  Her awful, sexy, evil, wonderful grin
was back.  "You know paybacks will be hell.  And I can teach
you how to be a masterful dominant, at least for outward
appearances."  She stopped to consider her words, "It will be
for more than just appearances, Alex.  The contestants are
expected to be prepared.  That usually means some type of
corporal punishment and sexual tricks before, during and
between contests.  That will be the responsibility of the
contestant's owner.  Inadequate preparation is grounds for
disqualification.  Please, Alex, will you help me?"

He considered for a long moment.  "I would probably do
anything for you, Mistress.  I will do as you ask."

"And that's the first lesson," she interposed briskly, "You
will need to start calling me Gemma, with a lower case
inflection on the 'g' if you can manage it.  You can't slip up
and call me Mistress during the weekend.  We have four months
to prepare you and we will need them all."  Her mind whirled
with all the things he would need to learn, all the things he
would need to practice.  Practice!?!  Hell.  "I just hope my
arse is up to this.  I'll call a girl slave to act as your
practice dummy."  Her voice trailed off in thought. "You will
have to move back in with me.  Every spare minute will be an
opportunity for you to learn your new role."  The voice of
command was back and Alex agreed, smiling at the return of the
old, assertive Gemma.

She continued.  "Alex, I have to do this, but I want to win
the thing.  The prizes always include a weekend for the
slave's owner with the Cabal member of his or her choice. 
I've attended the games before so I know the most likely
events.  I can handle running events and I can handle sexually
exciting someone to or near to orgasm.  What we'll have to
work on is my ass.  All of these exhibitions will involve at
least one up the ass event, in particular, up my ass.  Anal
sex is not part of my regular sex play.  So you training my
ass will be excellent training for you since I guarantee I
won't like it very much.  It will toughen your tender
sensibilities a bit.  The other event will involve some type
of semi-cat fight.  I need to learn how to handle myself in
those situations.  I need to learn some tricks to help me win. 
Can you help me?"

"What kind of cat-fight?  Fists, kicks and nails?"

"No, usually more like mud wrestling.  No one gets hurt.  The
women generally just make fools of themselves because they
don't know how to fight.  I don't want to look the fool.  I
want to know how to fight, how to win and how to win quickly."

"I can teach you to wrestle.  Your height and strength,
coupled with what I can teach you, will give you power,
leverage and technique advantages over most women.  I can even
throw in a few martial arts throws."

And so Alex moved into her house and began training as Gemma's
Master.  It was hard for him to push her around.  He really
hated spanking and paddling her, particularly when she cried. 
Alex rebelled at abusing her that way and she could not
convince him otherwise.  It wasn't a real favorite experience
of hers, either.  Alex was a powerful man.  

She solved much of his problem by bringing in a cute blonde
coed who, the first time Alex spanked her, orgasmed furiously
over his knee.  That effectively convinced him that he could
learn how to deliver punishments of varying levels of
severity, and not worry too much about the recipient.  Of
course, Gemma still got hers, because as Alex pointed out,
those muscles and nerve endings needed exercise, too, if she
was to tolerate what was to come.  Gemma own thoughts were
that once he'd seen a woman cum that way, he kept on at Gemma
to spank her to orgasm, too.  Over her dead body.

The blonde turned out to be a top athlete, a college
basketball player.  Alex taught them both to wrestle and
refereed their battles.  Both were competitive and both
enjoyed the raw competition of wrestling.  Alex enjoyed
watching two gorgeous women, one black, one blonde, locked in
nude combat.  Gemma concentrated on the holds and became quite
proficient.  Di, the blonde, had a more fiery temper and often
degenerated their matches into hair pulling cat fights.  Gemma
responded with some of the more painful and femininely
humiliating wrestling holds that Alex had taught her, and the
matches usually ended with Di's mouth on Gemma's pussy.  Slave
Di always left those sessions knowing her place with Gemma was
unchanged, and loving it.

The Spring Games Event 4  "Knife Fighting"

The slaves finished the setting up and the remaining
contestants were moved to the stage.  The defending champion
was told to pull a slip of paper out of a jar.  She drew the
other previous champion.  Gemma would get the little Asian in
whatever conflict this was.  They were directed to enter one
of the two rings and wait for further instructions.

The Master of Ceremonies mounted the podium.  "Masters and
Mistresses of the Cabal, this is the final event of the day. 
The two winning slaves will compete tomorrow for the big
prize.  This is the Knife Fight."  A referee in each ring
handed the women dildos on knife handles.  "The rules are
simple.  No punching, kicking, hair pulling or biting.  The
goal is to force your opponent to orgasm.  A slave who orgasms
within the six minutes of the match loses.  In the event there
is not an orgasm, points are awarded as follows:  The knife
dildo held in the opponents pussy - 1 point for every two
seconds.  The knife dildo held in the opponent's ass - 1 point
for each second.  Full insertion is required to start the
timer, but the timer will not stop until the dildo is
completely removed from the ass or pussy.  One point will be
awarded if a player forces any part of her weapon into
opponent's mouth.  The most points at the end of six minutes
will win.  Sitting on a lead is not allowed.  The referees
will indicate stalling with their riding crops on appropriate
targets.  Stallers will be unable to sit on anything."  An
approving laugh answered his joke.  "Three stalling calls is a
disqualification."

Gemma looked at the dildo.  The business end was a reasonably
sized fake cock, about six inches long and a little over an
inch inches in diameter.  It would fit, not easily, up the
ass.  It would go up an average pussy fairly easily.  Most
points would be pussy scores, she thought.   The dildo was the
silicone filled variety.  Soft enough to be safe; stiff enough
to do the job.

The bell rang and the contestants moved to the center of the
ring.  The referee-Mistress made them salute each other with
their weapons and then assume the "en garde" fencing position. 
Satisfied with their position, she raised her crop between
them and said "Ready .. Begin!"  The sharp command was
punctuated by an even sharper rap of her crop to the extended
thigh of each contestant.  The time keeper started the six
minute match on the first >crack<.  Gemma had expected the
stroke, but so had her opponent.  Apparently, her owner was
not a new member.

The two women closed on one another, looking for an opening.
Gemma wanted to use her greater size and leverage on the
diminutive Asian, but her opponent was quicker.  She evidently
was also proficient in some type of martial arts.  Suddenly,
Gemma was on her back and the girl's dildo was sliding into
her vagina.  Gemma rolled to her stomach, but the girl rode
with her and succeeded in fully seating her weapon into Gemma. 
Seconds ticked by as Gemma fought both to dislodge the dildo
sliding in and out of her increasingly wet, excited puss, and
to stop her dizzying spiral ride to a fast approaching orgasm.