Domination Games Finale - Day 1 of the Spring Games Alex's voice rose above the din. "Sitout, Switch!" Training took over. She raised her bottom, getting her knees under her, using her strength to pick up the little Asian. She started the switch by scooting one leg beneath the other. Her lower body and hips slid away from her opponent while her hand held onto the wrist that was still wrapped around her middle. Once she was out from under her opponent, she arched her back and drove down hard on the imprisoned arm's shoulder with her own free arm. The little Asian's face was driven into the mat and she lost her grip on her weapon. Gemma scrambled to her feet and pulled the dildo free of her love nest. She now had both weapons. Her opponent's was lubricated from Gemma's own juices. That would work to her advantage, so she threw the one she'd been issued to the audience where Alex caught it. "Forty seconds" the referee- Mistress announced, "That's twenty points. There are four and a half minutes left to fight. Lost weapons are not replaced." Gemma attempted to close in, but the girl was using her quickness to stay out of Gemma's reach. At about four minutes to go, the Mistress' crop delivered a stinging cut to the Asian girl's bottom. "First call for stalling." she announced. The Asian girl attempted another throw, but Gemma blocked it, and nearly impaled the girl's cunt before she danced away again. Gemma was the clear aggressor; her foe only trying to preserve her lead. At about three minutes to go, the girl was penalized again for stalling. One more stalling call disqualified her. The girl tried a martial arts arm tie up to hold Gemma off, but that spelled her doom. With her weaponless hand, Gemma used superior leverage to shrug the girl's arm away, twisting the girl so her body was no longer square to Gemma. Gemma stepped behind the girl and put her right foot in front of the girl's right leg in a trip position. Gemma's right ankle hooked the girl's leg behind her knee while she reached with her free hand around the girl's back to her front. Gemma locked her arms around the girl's left leg at the knee. Gemma propelled herself into a somersault, carrying the girl with her and ended up laying on her side, with the girl's back tight to her stomach. Gemma's opponent's head and shoulders were on the mat, perpendicular to Gemma. Gemma had the girl in a classic spread eagle, her legs dangling helplessly above her head, both held firmly by Gemma's own arms and legs. More importantly, her ass and pussy were completely open and undefended. Gemma arched, pulling the left leg with her arms and the right leg with her own legs, stretching the girl's legs yet further apart. The girl cried out in frustration and pain from the stretching of her hamstrings and could not gather the wit to resist as Gemma slid the dildo home into the girl's pussy. The referee-Mistress indicated that there were two minutes left. Gemma slid the dildo in and out, all the while teasing at the girl's clit with her fingers. The girl's movements became more frantic, her moans less of pain and more of arousal. At the one minute mark, Gemma was ahead on points and pulled the dildo free of the girl's pussy. Arching hard again to distract the girl's attention, she drove the pussy juice-slick dildo firmly, but carefully into her opponent's little asshole. The fake cock would have challenged a larger woman's ass and Gemma had no wish to seriously hurt her with the dildo. Her goal was to ensure she won the bout, but that toy must have felt huge to this diminutive woman. The girl started to sob at the invasion. Burying the dildo to the hilt, Gemma let go of it and, maintaining her hold on the girl, began to tease her clit in earnest. She'd been nearly to climax when Gemma'd shifted the dildo because in seconds she was fighting again, but this time she'd given up; now she fought for sexual release, not physical release. It hit suddenly. One second the girl was moving frantically within the human bondage of Gemma's hold, the next she was rigid - unmoving and seemingly not breathing. Seconds passed until she arched so hard that she nearly broke Gemma's hold. Gemma released the girl and grabbed at the dildo with one hand and the girl's pussy with the other. She dove face first into the girl's muff, licking, tickling and stroking the dildo all at once, wrenching a monumental orgasm from the sobbing, frantic girl. There would be no questions about this victory. When she had come down from her orgasm, Gemma pushed the girl's hair from her face and gave her a lingering, probing kiss on the lips, then slipped the dildo from her now relaxed asshole. Her hand was raised in victory by the Mistress. She turned to where Alex sat, watching her. She raised the hilt of her weapon to her chin, mimicking the salute given by fencers, acknowledging his role in her victory. The other match went to overtime. The bitch who had started the day by not lubricating Gemma, won in sudden death when she caught her opponent from behind, and jammed the dildo into the other woman's panting mouth. Gemma knew, as sure as her name, that she would never let that slut defeat her. She would beat that bitch tomorrow, and then she would find a way to get her in a session some time. She'd remind her, most forcibly and appropriately, why anal sex games require proper lubrication. Then she'd really get nasty. Gemma was lead to her Master by the referee-Mistress. The presentation of Gemma to Alex was done with all due honor and pomp. Gemma was not the only one impressed by Alex's handling of Stephanie. Cabal Retreat rules require slaves not engaged in tasks be restrained at all times. Alex locked her wrists behind her with the handcuffs she had given him. The smoothness of his movements were a tribute to her training. Alex had fully mastered the techniques she had taught him and had become a technically superb top. Of course, with his athletic training and his natural grace and strength, her job had been much easier than it might have been. He had also been motivated to learn what she taught because he had wanted to help her so very badly. Maybe she would consider training dominants from now on. She would get to dominate some very strong personalities because she would insist on training them as her Mistress had trained her, from the 'bottom' up, so to speak. She had enjoyed watching Alex work Di and it would be a change from her usual activities. She could keep her slaves, like Di, to provide "training bottoms" since she wasn't going to offer up her own ass as she'd had to do in training Alex. It was worth further consideration. The Master of Ceremonies handed Alex a rattan cane and a bag with something bulky in it. "The requirements are inside. You will, of course, be responsible for preparing her for tomorrow. If I do not find that she has been properly prepared, she will be disqualified and will lose. She must have five clearly visible welts on her ass tomorrow and she must be wearing the enclosed items. Any questions?" Alex shook his head and the Master left to talk to the other finalist owner. Gemma shuddered. The cane was an implement she had not instructed Alex in because she had not wanted to be on the receiving end of a cane. She could not recall their use in these games before, and now, she would have to take a caning from someone who had no experience with the implement. She expected that she would have to take more than the five specified because Alex would not know how hard to strike and would probably need to repeat at least some of the strokes. Damn! And what was in that damned bag? She supposed she would find out. For now, she would have to wait and see. Alex led her off to his apartment. At least she was spared being a public spectacle tonight during the evening entertainments. She had foiled that little scheme of Rayna's, she'd accomplished that much, at least. The Evening Entertainments The large estate ballroom was decked out like an old European- style cabaret or nightclub. Candle-lit tables were positioned around a combination dance floor and stage. "Acts" would be presented throughout the evening on that stage for the amusement of the attending members. During breaks between the scheduled acts and demonstrations, dance music would be provided from an excellent sound system. Alex, in keeping with his status as owner of one of the two finalists, was accorded ringside seating for the evening's entertainment. Alex wore formal black tie evening dress well and Gemma enjoyed simply looking at him. Her own dress was somewhat less formal, but was in keeping with her current station. Alex had dressed her in a tall, rigid neck corset with attached leash, a lace-up leather waist cincher and garter belt set, thigh high silk stockings and six inch high heeled shoes. Her breasts, bottom and vulva were delightfully bare, and beautifully framed and presented. She had never felt more exposed in her life, not even during her slave training period with Mistress. He completed her ensemble with a wrist to elbow arm binder that held her arms securely, but gently behind her back in a leather arm bag. All of her "clothes" were bright pink. The cosmetics Alex specified clashed sharply with the shocking pink of her costume, making the richness of her ebony skin even more vivid. She had asked him why he had chosen the color scheme. He'd replied because he had never seen her wear pink. He liked pink on women and this opportunity had been to good to miss. Her own response to that comment was oddly placid. She saw in his eyes that he thought she was beautiful and that pleased her. It was very strange. They created quite a stir when he led her by the leash to their table. She was nearly a foot taller than he was wearing those blasted heels and, between the heels and the neck corset, she had no choice but to walk proudly erect and tall. Hell, at nearly six and a half feet tall in those stilts, she towered over nearly every one in the room. No one could miss the spectacle they made; a tall, elegant and exotically beautiful slave being led by a very short, compact and confident man through the crowded room. She watched Alex as he moved through the parting crowd with the calm assurance of a True Master and she felt proud. Proud of him, proud to have trained him and proud to be seen with him. It was damned disconcerting. She'd be very glad to get out of this mess and get a paddle in her hand again. One of her little girl slaves was going to have a very long night next week. The meal was excellent, although Gemma would rather have fed herself or have drunk her wine from the glass instead of through a straw. Alex seemed to particularly enjoy hand feeding her and having her lick the residue of the meat or sauces from his fingers, damn him. Gemma found herself looking deeply into his eyes as she obeyed his orders, licking and sucking each of his fingers clean after each delicate morsel. The looks she got in return shook her to her core and made her heart do funny jumps. No words passed between them making those moments even more poignant, more meaningful. She truly felt owned. Who was this male who was suddenly starting to scare the hell out of her. After dinner, she settled herself to watch the entertainments. She hoped the distraction would help distance her from Alex. She desperately needed some distance just then. Even when acting the slave, she could always learn some new trick to play on her own slaves. The costume and restraints he had put her in were not overly strict and she was able to sit without discomfort. She was able to dance, too, although initially she felt very strange out on the dance floor with Alex. With no arms to hold him, she had no choice but to obediently follow his lead in the slow, close dancing he preferred. It was during one such 'belly rubbing music' dance that Alex discovered a new game to play with her. Towering over him as she did, Alex found that his nose and mouth were very strategically positioned. His thin, trimmed mustache was perfectly placed to tickle and tease her nipples with the short, wiry hairs till she nearly screamed in frustration. She started squirming under his relentless and erotic attack and complained that she felt very conspicuous out on the dance floor. Alex merely smiled at her distress and told her that if everyone was watching them, it was only they were jealous of his good fortune for having the belle of the ball on his leash. Slowly, she relaxed and she began to enjoy dancing in his arms, tickles and all. She would have to make sure they did more of this. Clothed, of course. If she was comfortable, she knew that Alex, for all his outward calm, was not. After the last event of the day, he had returned to their suite, very concerned about the five cane strokes he was required to inflict on her backside. Gemma knew the potential severity of the cane and rarely used that implement or the whip, for all she talked it up in her scenes. She did not want to worry about accidental skin cuts becoming infected on slaves who did not properly care for themselves after her initial treatments. Still, she'd been dismayed when Alex had used the cane on himself, using his considerable strength, in order to gauge its effects first hand. She'd watched, awed by his concern for her, as he'd carefully varied the force and the snap of the strokes, trying to determine the best way to make lasting welts with the least long lasting pain. After more than a dozen sharp strokes, Gemma had finally been able to convince him that enough was enough. She'd take her strokes and be grateful for his concern. How could he sit so quietly when his bottom must be hurting terribly? Her fellow contestants made appearances throughout the night. All of them were serving out some penalty suitable to their failure during the games. The Entertainment Mistress was particularly good at making the 'punishment fit the crime'. The first contestant they saw was Blondi, the one who had lost her grip on her stool during the race. Gemma told herself that she'd have to learn that girl's name and get her into a scene sometime with Alex. She was cute as a button and seemed game for just about anything. She was the first act. She was outfitted with a fake handle bar mustache, a bald skull cap and a fake tiger skin tunic. She lampooned the circus strong man. She postured and flexed her arms while the Master of Ceremonies played the barker of the midway. The jerky motions of her arms made her high, pert breasts bounce delightfully out from under the ineffective concealment of her tunic. Her weight lifting act, however, was not one that Barnum and Bailey had ever presented. Her ass had gotten her into this, and appropriately, her ass would bear the full burden of her crimes. The barbell provided for her act had a butt plug affixed prominently at the center of the cross bar that held the weights. Under the watchful eye of the Master of Ceremonies, she carefully squatted over the bar and lowered herself onto the dildo. Her eyes glazed and her mouth formed an 'o' as the bulb of the plug slipped past the muscular ring of her anus. She then did a series of dead lifts with the only the grip of her ass holding the weight. The actual weight never increased much above ten pounds, but the number of repetitions combined with the exaggerated crouch needed to reseat the slippery, lubricated plug put a real strain on her thigh muscles. Her thigh and calf muscles gave out under the strain and she collapsed, unable to lift herself out of the crouch. She did, however succeed in holding onto her barbell. She was lead off by her Master for an evening of scene play with him. Next time she would not drop her stool. A woman outfitted as a nearly naked cigarette girl appeared at their table. Her tray was filled to overflowing with various toys and restraints for the use of the patrons. Gemma did a double take when she recognized the woman who had been unable to force the king dong up her ass. And immediately behind her was the slave from whom Gemma had wrenched an unwilling orgasm during the javelin throw. The girl, who was shorter than her shadow, was wearing very tall platform shoes that adjusted her height to match his. Her arms were restrained tightly, wrapped behind his back. His arms, in turn, were tied tightly around her waist. Her tray of goodies was supported by fine golden chains running over her shoulders, which in turn were attached via nipple clamps to the male slave's tits. Similar chains were run tautly from her pierced ears around behind his neck, forcing her head erect. A final set of equally tight chains ran from her own set of nipple clamps down between her legs, spreading apart the lips of her pussy, and attaching ultimately to the discipline cock harness earned by her shadow's failure to resist Gemma's wiles. The final, crowning aspect of this pairs bondage exhibition was his erect, restrained cock piercing deep into her very tight little ass. Their every step had to carefully choreographed between them to prevent the clamps or chains from pulling tightly and painfully on tender tissues. Every step caused tight, nearly virgin ass muscles to erotically massage a dick toward a release that it was unable to achieve. It was perfect. The two slaves punished each other by doing nothing more than moving about the room. Gemma would have applauded had she arms and hands to do so. While Gemma had been appreciating the pair's dilemma, Alex had been studying the woman's wares and the bright red erection of the woman's nipples in their clamps. Alex chose a pair of vibrating nipple clamps from her tray and carefully tightened them onto Gemma. Her own nipples were still tightly erect and excited from the gentle brushing of his mustache out on the dance floor. He turned on the tingling toy. Gemma gave him a very accusatory look, but Alex again merely smiled. He was taking this Mastery just a little too far. She'd remember these little toys, just see if she didn't. God, the vibrations made her feel like her nipples were connected directly to her clitoris. She spent the rest of the evening fighting to keep from squirming against her seat in response to the vibratory sensations. Over the course of the night, the toy-tray girl was seen in similar bondage displays with each of the other orgasming javelin slaves, always with the ultimate purpose of the pose to get a cock up her bum. Gemma noted that males were presented in order based on the size of his cock. The largest went in last. The finale came when her Master brought her on stage with the same king dong dildo she had been unable to accept earlier in the day. To the encouragement of much hooting and hollering from the assembled revelers, the slave girl worked the huge toy into her now well-stretched asshole. A chastity belt was locked about her waist. The strap running from the back of the belt to the front seated the dildo firmly up her rectum, where her Master assured the audience it would stay, at least until the retreat was over. The women who had failed to get their javelins to come were put in special body stocks. The stocks were designed to force the slaves's heads to what would be waist height for any passers-by. Dental clamps prevented them from closing their mouths (or biting). Leather cords braided into each woman's hair, forced their heads up and back so that their open mouths were in just the right position for whatever anyone desired to put into them. Many slave cocks relieved their long frustrated balls into those mouths. Gemma shuddered at this exhibition, remembering Rayna's earlier threat. The two women who had lost in the knife fight put on a series of jello wrestling exhibitions, sometimes enticing Masters or Mistresses to send their slaves in to join in the fun. They even ganged up on a husky male slave who was sent into the ring by his Mistress wife. Gemma laughed as the twosome thoroughly slimed him up in sticky glop, much to his embarrassed dismay and to his wife's amusement. This was easily the least severe penalty. Gemma suspected that the Entertainment Mistress knew that the woman who had previously won the contest was not the type of submissive who could get off on anything more embarrassing than that. She was definitely a one Master-submissive who came to the retreat to play with her Master, but that was usually all. She participated in the games as a gift to him and everyone in the Cabal knew it. The Mistress was taking exceptional care with her to avoid any incidents. No one here enjoyed seeing a submissive broken publicly because her limits were not respected. Besides, exhibitions like this were always fun to watch. The women who lost the race were skin painted white with black spots, and their hair was arranged to look like floppy ears. Furry tails, attached to inflating butt plugs completed their ensembles. They were put into a dog run kennel and made to play fetch all night for the passing Masters and Mistresses. They also were "walked outside" to "do their business" in the bushes on several occasions. They always came back to their kennels blushing beneath their makeup. All in all, Gemma thought that it was a well chosen set of penalties and she was glad that she was not being subjected to them. Toward the end of the evening, a large, heavy set Master came up to their table with a slender, bald girl in tow. She was shaven from head to toe. Her nose, nipples, naval, clitoris, labia and ears were all pierced and fitted with varying sizes of rings. Chains attached to the various rings served to force her into an overtly submissive and hunched posture while doubling as restraints and leash. Her breasts, what there were of them, and her Venus mound were tattooed with bright red, yellow and orange flames, probably indicating how hot someone thought she was. Probably her own opinion, Gemma thought with a snort. Well, if the tattoo was permanent, the submissive could never wear even a modest bathing suit without all her markings showing. The Master was impaired, having obviously had too much to drink. "Fire slut fancies you, little man. How about a trade of services. I have a hankering to try out this brown sugar slut of yours." His alcohol flavored breath nearly bowled Gemma over and she was offended by his condescension to her Alex. Alex gave the man a cold, lingering, considering stare, then turned his back and merely said "I don't think so." Alex reached up to reconnect Gemma's leash to her neck corset. A beefy hand grabbed Alex by the shoulder from behind and spun him around. "Why not? You'll get fair value in return. Fire Slut is three times the slave that half baked Mistress will ever be. I just want a chance to make her dance to my tune." He leered drunkenly at Gemma and dug his elbow conspiratorially into Alex's ribs. He then reached for Gemma's leash. He never got it because Alex had him by the wrist and pulled him away. "First of all, because she competes tomorrow, and I will not have her performance degraded by any rough treatment. Secondly, because I would not trust a insect with someone who is as stoned as you are, and finally, because I don't like you or your attitude. Go sober up. If your slave is injured tonight, I will testify against you in Council for Dominating While Intoxicated." DWI involving injury to a submissive was an expulsion offense in the Cabal. The threat made the man stop blustering for a moment. Alex turned back to Gemma, when a blow struck him behind the ear. Cabal members had the man restrained before Alex could turn on the man to retaliate. The drunken fool was struggling in their grip to get at Alex. "Let him go." Alex said in an icy cold voice carrying such authority and command that Gemma did a double take. The much bigger man charged at Alex, hands upraised for attack. Alex side stepped, and then dropped the man in a heap with one hard left to the solar plexus. Security carried the drunk away. The Master of Ceremonies came over to Alex and indicated the tattooed girl. "By our rules, she came with him and he is no longer considered fit to own a slave. He no longer has any rights or any place here. Since she wants to stay, by the Charter she is yours, now." Alex shook his head. "Auction her off to the highest bidder. Use the proceeds to make a contribution to some shelter for abused women and children. I think that guy may been responsible for a few customers. How in hell did he ever pass muster?" The Master shrugged and led the slave girl away. Alex took up his leash. He told Gemma to lead the way this time. Summoning all the pride and self assurance of her years as a top Mistress, Gemma walked regally through the parting crowd to the door of the ballroom. Spontaneous applause followed them out the exit, into the hallway.