MELISSA WINDEYER'S WANTON MISADVENTURES
CH 8 FELIX SALUTEM
I stood; drink in hand, quietly surveying the scene as Chatro began to fill. Unusually, I'd come early, almost straight from work, only stopping for a quick shower at Césaire's apartment. He’d given me a key which showed how much he adored me. He used the word ‘valued’ but I knew what he really meant. He’d promised to meet me here at Chatro later in the night.
I'd changed at his apartment, into a very tight red top that hugged my beautifully curvaceous chest like a second skin, along with an almost matching red leatherette skirt and patent leather red boots. A scarlet blazer hung open giving everyone just a glimpse – Melissa Windeyer doesn’t do slutty – of my toned curves. Of course, I also wore the gold collar that Ms Justeen had given me at my throat, and the opal pendant from Césaire dangled in the deep valley between my breasts. I knew I looked incredibly sexy but also subdued – subdued and refined. Other people knew it too. I was already getting admiring looks. I graced a few of them with a smile.
I'd been so furious the day I'd seen the blazer, skirt and boots in a boutique. I knew how great they’d look on me, and how they'd go so well with my red top. I knew they’d be just wasted on anyone else. I went into the boutique and almost cried when I saw the price tags – ridiculous and so far out of my range. I'd actually stamped my foot in frustration and glowered all afternoon at work.
I’d met Césaire that night. I tried to put on a happy face for him but it hadn't worked. I'd been in a foul mood. I would have been the centre of attention in the bar with him if I’d been wearing that gorgeous red outfit. Of course, I'd still been so much more sexy and desirable than any other woman there – after all, I’m Melissa Windeyer – but it was still so unfair! A couple of women had even tried to chat with Césaire and that made my mood even darker. Their small talk had been small indeed. I'd looked at both of them coldly and they'd gotten the message. Unable to compete with me, they’d slunk away.
Césaire had bought me a coffee, then sat me down and spoke to me. I’d never seen him so angry. “Melissa, you're being completely graceless and insulting tonight. You were downright rude to Kim and Kelly. They’re friends of mine. In fact, they’re more than friends. They’re people in that magic circle you so long to join.. Kim Curzon is a leading actress and Kelly…apart from being a Haldane, one of Chicago’s leading families, right up there with the Maturins and the Valoises…is a marketing executive and a patron of the arts. And you…you with your attitude!” He shook his head at me in exasperation – and more. He was angry with me! That was bad enough but the thought of what Ms Justeen would say if he told her was beyond bad. I stifled a shiver.
I stiffened my body to stop myself from trembling. My eyes watered. I blinked, letting a little tear flow from each – it did no harm for Césaire to see how upset I was. I muttered an apology to him and went over to the two women. I ate humble pie, begging them to come back and join Césaire and me.
They did, and just as I’d done at the Crystal Garden with Arthur Wellesley and his friends, I tagged along in the conversation, subtly varying one or the other’s remarks and repeating it back, to keep me seemingly abreast of the discussion. I picked up on a disagreement between Kelly and Kim and commented, “Doesn’t Kim have a point?
The Winslow Boy is dated in the way it shows women.” I let them bicker about, siding with Kim by making the occasional comment. I redeemed myself to such an extent that when Kim and Kelly left, Kim pressed my hand and invited me to go backstage for coffee with her the next time I saw a New Globe production.
Césaire – quite rightly – was very impressed with me. “I didn’t know you knew so much about the theatre,” he said, kissing me.
I wasn’t about to tell him I knew next to nothing about it. Instead I smiled and replied, “You’ve never invited me to a performance, so how would you know?”
He promised to remedy that soon and asked me, a lot more solicitously then, what had been wrong earlier. I told him I'd had a bad day at work. I told him that his friends made me feel small, unimportant. After all, I told him, they were so clearly A-list people and I... I let my voice tail off and blinked tears from my eyes several more times.
Césaire had slipped his arm around my waist then and kissed me. I’d snuggled against him, pressing my thigh firmly against his. Then, after a few moments, I told him about the scarlet blazer, scarlet leatherette skirt and scarlet boots I’d seen. “Césaire, they’d be just the thing to wear to the theatre. They’re so elegant and sexy. But they’re way out of my price range. Oh, Césaire!” I clutched his hand and made as if to sob again.
He’d kissed me and promised to buy me the outfit. Of course, he was as good as his word. He even took me to the theatre, the first time I wore it, and we went backstage and met Kim again. That meeting hadn’t gone how I – or Césaire – had expected it to however. Even Césaire had been annoyed at her afterwards. I’d been furious.
I felt my teeth grinding with anger at the memory of how that snob had treated me. I pushed the thought from my mind. I didn’t want to feel like that – small and insignificant. Not here in Chatro. I'd come early for a reason. I wanted to show that Melissa Windeyer was once again a power, a force to be reckoned with. I wanted to get the homage due to me. Moping about the past wouldn't get me that.
So I straightened my shoulders and smiled. To look confident is to be confident, and I knew I sparkled with confidence. Of course, people came to talk to me, attracted like moths are to my light, or like planets revolving around the sun. People were eager to pay homage to me once more, now that I was back on the rise. After all, Chatro had a highly efficient gossip machine. No doubt they’d heard how I’d thrashed Jade West and then, a few weeks later, beaten that insolent subbie Jordan Wolters after she had the nerve to insult me. They’d heard how generous I was in helping Angela Peccavi. Even her cousin Jenn had thanked me. For sure, there’d been a few bumps in the road but Melissa Windeyer had resumed her rightful place as a Goddess to be worshipped. I was once again a Queen of Chatro.
It wasn't enough though, to squelch the gossips entirely. I knew there were still whisperers, people like that skinny brat Lisa Howard or that ungrateful wench Britney. They couldn’t bring themselves to acknowledge my true position.
But the gossips, the whisperers were not the only problem – or even the biggest. There were always rivals, the woman who couldn’t admit my dominance, but every successful woman had rivals. I shrugged my shoulders. I’d handle them just as I'd done in the past. Holly had been a rival. Now she was my slave. Jade had been a rival, and I'd crushed her. I looked forward to breaking others. No, rivals were not a problem. They were an opportunity.
The danger was those backbiting, underhanded, treacherous enemies, the wolves in sheep's clothing who insidiously wormed their way into my good books, feigning friendship or even worship but secretly plotting my downfall – people like Colleen, like Jimmy Berwick and Brooke Harris.
People, too, like Willie Gorbels, who stood smirking at me now across the room. I looked right through Willie as I stood, drink in hand, remembering again for a time.
I'd been introduced to this two timing snake one Friday a while back, just as I was recovering from that horrid incident in Ronaldo when Jimmy Berwick and Brooke Harris had so vilely played with my mind. I stamped my foot. There I was, thinking of that again. I ground my nails into my hands. Dwelling on the past did me no good. Instead I focused my mind on Willie.
That night when I’d met Willie, which I presumed was short for Wilma or Wilhelmina, I’d been – like I always am – polite. She was obviously a new face in Chatro, so I’d shown an interest in the newbie. “You have an unusually deep voice,” I’d told her. “It’s a contralto.” I was familiar with the term since Arthur had a collection of old vinyl records, and I’d learned something about music to show Arthur that I was sophisticated, an A-list person. Some of his albums had starred a British singer named Kathleen Ferrier, who he told me had died tragically young at the height of her career. She too had been a contralto. My initial pretended interest had soon become real. Some of her singing was so beautiful, I'd cried.
“Why thank you,” Willie had replied with a simpering smile. She’d even laughed a little, which I put down to nervousness. After all, I am Melissa Windeyer. “So kind of you to notice.” The little subbie, as I took Willie to be, was dressed in a nondescript preppy outfit – sweater, skirt and sneakers. She’d smiled and offered to buy me a drink.
We’d chatted for quite a while. I took Willie under my wing, and her to my friends. That weekend I’d even took the fluff ball to Ronaldo and Gale Force. We agreed to meet the next week at Ronaldo again. Of course, people twittered about my new subbie, how sweet and attentive Willie seemed to be, and of course Willie had lapped it up. After all to be seen with me, let alone to be recognised as my newest pet, was a great honour.
It had its benefits for me too. Acquiring a new subbie, even a newbie like Willie, showed people that Melissa Windeyer had indeed recovered from that terrible episode.
The next weekend I met a most attentive Willie. The little cutie did all the right things, buying me a drink and some nibbles, sitting with me, eager to hear about some of my exploits. Of course I’d only recounted those that were worthy of my position as a superior Domme. Willie didn’t need to hear the nonsensical rumours people wanted to spread about me.
After a while, I wanted to talk to some other friends. It was all very well to have a new sub but one should never allow subs – new or old – to get ideas above their status. No sub should think he or she can monopolise a Domme’s attention, especially not a Domme as distinguished as me. So I took Willie along with me.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later I was in the middle of a conversation when I saw Robbyn Hayes walk in. I’d bristled. The slut was wearing a French maid outfit very much like mine, though of course she didn’t wear it with the style or grace that I had. No, the faux collar was undone, the tie hung loose and her nipples jutted through the cotton top, showing she had no bra. In short, while l looked elegant and sexy in much the same outfit, she just looked like a whore. She should have been under a lamp post.
Not only was Robbyn trash, but she was one of my worst enemies. The slut had repulsed my offer of friendship when she’d been new to Chatro and Ronaldo. I’d made the offer because I’d seen mutual advantages. Robbyn would have gotten to know the right people in the scene and not be used as the slut she had shown herself to be. Since Robbyn was a business executive outside the scene, she was just the sort of A list person who could have introduced me to the people who could help me find my true, high level in society. But the jackal hadn't just spurned me. No, she'd turned on me.
But I hadn’t had time to stare or to reflect on Robbyn then – or more importantly to consider what I should do about her – since almost the next person to enter Chatro had been Ms Justeen She stepped right over to me and kissed my cheek perfunctorily. “Introduce your friends to me, Melissa.”
A lesser person – less secure in her status – would have spluttered at Justeen’s abruptness. I merely paused for a moment to collect myself and did as Justeen asked.
A moment later, Justeen cut me off in mid-sentence saying to the others, “I need to speak with Melissa. Please excuse us.” She’d turned to me. “Come with me, Melissa.” She gave me some money to buy two coffees and some snacks, and told me to meet her in a booth at the far corner of the bar.
“Sit down girl!” Justeen had snapped when I’d arrived. “How dare you pout at me!”
“But – ”
She’d cut me off. “You pouted when I asked you to introduce your friends. You pouted again when I told you I wanted to speak to you, and yet again when I told you to get a coffee for us both.”
“But you were so abrupt,” I ventured.
“And you, girl, are an arrogant nothing who needs to learn a lesson in how to behave when your Mistress enters. Did you greet me? No, you were too busy eyeing off that slut Robbyn Hayes. Did you introduce me to your friends.? No, I had to ask you.” She looked at me sharply. “Girl, your arrogance has got you in more trouble than your little brain can remember. A prime example was that night Colleen and Robbyn Hayes worked you over.
“You sauntered back from picking on Robbyn…so unfairly too. She'd done nothing to you, though I’m sure the slut deserved it. You were all horny. You always are when you've fought. No!” She cut off my protest. “Don't talk back to me, girl.” She pushed me back into my seat at the table. “After that little skirmish, you thought you were invincible.” Again she cut off my reply, leaning forward and prodding my stomach hard. I shifted in my seat.
“After you’d sent Robbyn sprawling, you thought you were a Goddess, that everyone should worship you.” Again she prodded me and again I squirmed. I wanted to tell her, of course I did – I’m Melissa Windeyer! I deserve worship – but Justeen cut me off again. “You were too stuck up to see that Colleen was setting you up.”Again Justeen prodded me, harder this time, almost a karate-style jab with all her fingers It sank deep into my stomach. I squirmed and gasped.
“You were too vain to think anyone would take you at less than your own estimation.” Again her fingers stabbed my stomach. It flipped over. Surely Ms Justeen wasn't trying to do me. “You were too conceited to guard against possible enemies.” Again her fingers speared me. I squirmed, trying to put out the first flares of lust that she had kindled inside me. “You didn't think anyone would attack you. You were wrong.” Prod! I gasped out loud and writhed in my seat as my juices started within me. “You let Colleen trick you.” Prod. I groaned. “You fool! You thought with your cxnt.” Prod. This time I squealed so loudly that heads turned. “Ms Melissa Windeyer…indeed! Colleen burst your balloon!”
“And Robbyn took advantage of you…you poor thing.” Ms Justeen’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “As if you wouldn’t have done the same to her, if you’d had the chance.” She stabbed her fingers into my stomach again, so hard that air and spit burst from my mouth. “Don’t tell me it was unfair! Of course it was. But it’s Chatro. What did you expect?” I’d trembled. The scene of that night had been so vivid in my mind. I clenched my legs tight. I knew I was oozing juices, that my panties were very wet.
“Don’t tell me she was a bottom feeding opportunist. Of course she was. So are you, Melissa.” Again Justeen had jabbed my stomach. Suddenly I felt her shoe stroking my shin. It rose and fell, rising further each time. I gulped. My stomach churned. “You picked on her because you thought you’d have an easy victory. You were right of course. She’s no match for you. You took the opportunity to display your power! Opportunist!”
Justeen’s foot rose higher still, probing between my clenched thighs. I gasped. I squeezed my legs even tighter together. I was so wet, I knew I'd have to clean up a puddle in the vinyl seat when I stood up. “You only fought Karyn Tait when you knew she’d been injured, and even then you had friends run interference. That was another opportunity you took to display your power. Opportunist!” Justeen’s fist speared into my stomach. Once again, air and spit rushed out of my mouth, and once again Justeen’s shoe wiggled its way further between my thighs.
“Then there was that night in Ronaldo when your friends Angela Peccavi and Britney Summers got worked over. And you almost did too. Yes, I heard all about it from Césaire. I wish I'd seen it. He freed you from Jade's clutches. Then, when you came back, you made sure Jade wasn't around before you picked on Nikki. Opportunist!” Again Ms Justeen cut off my protest that I'd fought and beaten Jade. Her fingers found my piercing and twisted it so painfully I yelped. Under the table, her shoe pushed my dress up higher and higher.
“So you're just like Robbyn…a bottom feeding opportunist!” The tip of Ms Justeen's shoe found my pussy through my panties. I moaned. I couldn't help it. Her shoe caressed and stroked me, prying my pussy lips apart. She twisted my piercing again – or was it that she was still doing it? I couldn’t tell. My body was melting with that horrid lust.
“Robbyn used you. She took you hard. Yes, she took you publicly with a strappie while you were splayed over a table in Chatro…and you deserved it. Justeen’s shoe probed deeper. Again I couldn’t help myself. I pushed my crotch into her foot, moaning as the fires of lust blazed within me. I slithered down in the seat, slipped my panties down and humped Ms Justeen's foot wantonly as she went on. “You deserved it because you were so vain, so arrogant. You think the world should take you at your own estimation. Colleen and Robbyn are just two who've burst your bubble.
“Just two of many! Like I said, you think with your cxnt, girl. You didn’t think that Jimmy Berwick was playing you. No, you swallowed his bait and he reeled you in. You didn’t think before you fought with Lauren. You just charged in…and you lost, just like you deserved.” I whimpered with lust as I humped Justeen’s shoe, desperate to cum. “She’s right. You’re no more than a slut who takes it under the table. Like you’re doing now!”
Suddenly Justeen’s voice changed. “You horny sexpot! Now go and clean yourself up in the bathroom! Don’t even think of jilling off”. Her voice brooked no opposition. I almost cried with humiliation as I walked off . I was sure everyone in Ronaldo knew what had just happened.
But I was wrong. No one seemed to have noticed. When I came out of the bathroom, as composed as I could be, people just chatted to me. I went from group to group, mingling with friends and allies. That was, until Cassie Foxe had tugged my sleeve.
“Ms Melissa, Ms Melissa! Willie…your new sub…she’s chatting with Robbyn Hayes. In fact, she’s more than chatting. Look!” I looked. A lesser person than me would have gaped. Willie and Robbyn were flirting. Robbyn’s arm brushed Willie. Willie giggled and simpered. A moment later they were kissing.
This was going way too far. I wouldn’t have any sub of mine associating with Robbyn Hayes. I strode over to the errant couple. “Willie! I’m surprised at you! Surprised and disappointed that you’d let this slut Robbyn make a play for you.”
“Slut?” Robbyn hissed. “Slut yourself! I’ve had you with a strappie!” She laughed. “You were on your back, moaning on a table in Chatro!”
“Ouch!” Robbyn had stomped on my foot. It hurt horribly. We were both wearing open topped four inch heel pumps and the bitch had put all her weight and force into the stomp. I was totally unprepared for such a vicious blow – and for the punch that sank into my stomach a moment later. Air and spit gushed from my mouth. I reeled back, clutching my stomach as the pain hit. I groaned.
My scalp burned as Robbyn grabbed a handful of hair. She tugged me forward. She was trying to slam her knee into my face. I clutched her waist and swung my head to the side. Her knee missed. I tried to stand upright as she dragged me around, still holding my hair tightly. I tried to get free, but she swung me around and I just avoided crashing into some chairs by thrusting out my arm. I yelped when my arm connected, but it was better hurting my arm then crashing into the chairs.
“Scream for me slut!” Robbyn jeered. “You'll be moaning soon enough!”
This was beyond horrid! It was so wrong that Robbyn was controlling me. I tried to punch her but she yanked on my hair, making me whirl around her. I almost lost my balance. I stumbled. Letting go of my hair with one hand, she slapped my face hard twice. I winced with the pain. I tried to punch her again, but her slapping hand grabbed my hair again and she jerked me hard so my punch missed.
“Melissa, like…fight her!” Cassie Foxe encouraged me. I knew she hated Robbyn, but then so many people did, and quite right too. Robbyn was a bottom feeding slut, whom no one wanted to own. That was beside the point right then though. Bottom feeding slut or not, I had to beat her.
I was still bent over, face to the floor. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t get upright and I couldn’t see where my enemy was. Oh, I knew where her feet were. I could see them, but not the parts I could damage. I could only lunge and grope and hope I found my target. Of course her luck wouldn’t last. That was all it was – luck and the advantage of surprise she'd gotten from her unprovoked attack. I am Melissa Windeyer and I was simply better than this slut.
After no more than a minute from when she first stomped on my foot – though it seemed like an eternity – my prying hands found a target in Robbyn's big flopping tits. My left hand latched onto one of her jugs though her thin cotton top, and my nails dug in deep. I felt her skin break. The bitch squealed as I twisted and tugged. I smiled. I'd make her regret not wearing a bra. I twisted my wrist, clawing deeper into her soft flesh. She squealed again. I fired a right handed punch aimed at the pit of her belly.
“Arrgh!” Once more the bitch had jerked my hair and the punch went wide. I all but lost my balance and she'd whipped me around, sending me crashing into the chairs I’d avoided earlier. This was so horrid. Robbyn was winning!
She yanked again, pulling me towards her, then she stepped to the side and I tumbled past her. “Arrgh! OWWW!” My scalp flamed with pain and I crashed to the floor. It took me a moment to realise that Robbyn no longer held onto my hair and a longer moment to realise why. She'd actually yanked out a fistful of my shining brunette locks. But she was surprised as I was and she too had stumbled and lost her grip.
I got to my feet, feeling my scalp. Yes, Robbyn had balded a patch about the size of a silver dollar! I needed a moment to recover but Robbyn surged forward, determined not to give me that moment.
It’s a sign of a superior fighter that she imposes her will on her enemy, and I proceeded to do that. For all that I’d had the worst of the fight so far – only because Robbyn had so cruelly attacked without any warning – I was simply better than she was, even though my foot throbbed painfully from Robbyn’s stomp. I’d be lucky if it was only bruised. Like Ms Justeen had said earlier, Robbyn was no match for me.
I moved slowly, as if hampered by my leg, until she was committed to her charge then neatly jumped out of her way. She blundered through. I pivoted to meet her next attack.
“Like…Robbyn is so slow! Melissa’s just too good for her!” Again Cassie Foxe cheered me on.
She flung her arms out to grapple me. I bobbed down and her arms grabbed only air. I scurried back and when I was out of her reach, stood up again. She closed on me, more deliberately this time. But her slow approach gave me time to retreat out of reach again.
We circled each other, Still recovering from the mauling I’d received, I waited for Robbyn’s move. When she seemed slow, I taunted her. “You said I'd be moaning! Make me!”
Robbyn hissed and took my bait, closing quickly, arms outstretched. I tried to duck, hoping to fire a punch into her gut but she crouched too, blocking my punch by grabbing my wrist. I grabbed her other hand and we stood together grappling, each trying to force the other back. Our bodies mashed together, her nipples dug into my breasts, her stomach ground against mine. Her panting breath was hot on my cheek. I got her around her waist in a bear hug and squeezed. I knew I was stronger than this arrogant bitch. After all, I am Melissa Windeyer. I was going to crush the air from her lungs and toss her to the floor.
She gasped as she realised what I was doing when my arms tightened around her. She grabbed my hair, yanking and pulling it. It did her no good. I was crushing her and she knew it. She got frantic, slapping at my face, clawing my cheeks. It still did her no good. Her body squirmed in my grasp.
“Robbyn's for it!” Cassie sxxxxxxxed.
“Arrgh!…ugh!” I screamed out loud. Robbyn had stomped on my other foot. She ground her heel into the thin flesh at the top of the arch. The pain was terrible. She squirmed out of my grasp, sidestepped and fired a punch. I parried it and avoided the next one by turning sideways. But I didn’t avoid the third that thudded home on my face. My head snapped sideways. I stumbled back, doing my best to put some distance between us. I needed to regroup. Both my feet were in agony. I could hardly walk.
“I don't think so!” Willie replied. “Robbyn's a dirty fighter. She's ruthless, like a fighter should be!”
How could Willie be cheering for Robbyn? It was unthinkable! Desperate – not just to win the fight but to claim Willie's allegiance, though they were the same thing – I fired another punch. It hit Robbyn's stomach hard. It seemed to sink in. The fool thought she had already won. She'd learn it was stupid to underestimate Melissa Windeyer. I struck again. Robbyn groaned and staggered in her heels. I fired a third punch. She blocked it and retreated. I hobbled after her. I knew I couldn’t move as fast as she could, but I knew too that I could outsmart this blonde bimbo. After all, I am Melissa Windeyer. I started firing punches at her left side. She edged towards the right – just like I wanted.
Suddenly I fired a left hand punch. It connected, hammering her middle. She'd edged to the right and right into the blow. I smirked as she doubled over. Then she recovered and counter attacked, sending a punch at my stomach. I turned sideways. It was agony on my feet but I couldn’t let her get my gut. Her punch failed. It whistled past me, but for all her speed she didn't avoid my return which hit her hard.
Robbyn groaned. She staggered, bending forward, grabbing my shoulders. She tried to shove me back but she failed. I fired a left and right combo into her defenseless gut. Both hit, both made her groan and stagger. Her grip on my shoulders changed. No longer was she trying to force me away. No, now she was grasping my shoulders for support. She was finished. She just couldn’t stand my belly blows.
And so it proved. A couple more punches and her legs gave out. She slumped to her knees. I took her by the hair and yanked her backward. She sprawled on the floor. I stomped on her belly, grinding my heel into her soft stomach. She howled with pain, then she begged me to stop.
I smiled at her abject surrender. Once more Melissa Windeyer had proved superior to her would-be challenger. Now I thought I’d collect my winnings. “Kneel, bitch!” I hissed. “Take your left shoe off.” Red faced, Robbyn obeyed. “Pull your panties down…yes, down to your knees.” Again Robbyn did so. “Now,” I ordered her, “fuck yourself with your heel!”
Robbyn muttered and shook her head, but I yanked her hair and slammed my knee into her gut till she begged me to stop. “You know what I told you to do!” I fixed her with my steady stare. Robbyn picked up her heel again. I watched as she pulled her panties down and slid the stiletto into herself.
I beckoned Willie to come stand by my side. “Willie, look at Robbyn. She tried to fight me, but she lost. Learn from it, Willie.” I needed to impress my latest subbie with the consequences of disobedience.
Willie shivered. I put my arm protectively around my new pet's shoulder.
“Yes pet, she lost.” I watched along with Willie, along with many others at the scene before us – not- uncommon in Chatro. Robbyn slid the now-slick stiletto inside her, faster and harder. She even wiggled it around. Some guy stepped up behind her and played with her nipples. She moaned and writhed in his hands. I smirked. How sweet my almost-complete revenge was. “Look, Willie, at how Robbyn is releasing her inner slut.”
“Are you ok, Melissa?” Willie asked. Then, seeing my expression, she added, “Your voice, it’s ragged. You're gasping, Ms. You're even shaking a little.”
Was I? I glanced in one of the mirrors behind the bar. Even in the dim light, I saw I was a little flushed. “I guess I'm tired,” I told Willie. “It’s been an exhausting experience. And…” I dropped my voice a little. There was no harm in letting one's pets into what they think are little secrets. I whispered “…I guess too that I am a little bit excited.” I tightened my grip on Willie's shoulder as if to support myself.
“Ms…you did that. You did that!” Willie turned and kissed me fully on the lips. My tummy fluttered, radiating warmth through my body – a good warmth, the arousal that always comes from victory, from being adored as the Goddess I truly am. I pulled the pretty little subbie closer. Our bodies mashed together, our tongues embraced. Willie's hand slid between us, roaming over my top, finding my piercing. I shivered more as the lovely pet played with it gently. “But Ms…you're shaking now!” Willie said.
“Mmmm,” I was trembling with lust. The combination of my victory, of watching over Willie’s shoulder as Robbyn madly humped her stiletto, and my little plaything's ministrations were producing the most delicious sensations.
Willie squeezed my ass, pulling me closer. I kissed my pet’s warm lips, flicking my tongue deep into her waiting mouth. My body twitched and shook as her hand massaged my tummy and her thumb rucked my top up till my navel was bare.
“Melissa, you’re shaking more.”
Indeed I was. I was rocking back and forth, my knees just a tiny bit unstable. My panties were enjoyably moist. Willie’s touch was producing a most piquant series of mini orgasms. “I’m…ok, pet.”
“Melissa…I think you’re more than ok.” With that Willie lifted my skirt, beginning at the back then working a hand around to press my skirt up where my top had been. She pressed forward.
Suddenly I started. “Oh my god!” I gasped. What had I just felt? Was that an erection?
I looked and saw a glint in Willie’s eyes that I’d never seen before. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know, Melissa!” Willie’s shaft – yes, that was what it was – ground against my tummy.
I flushed red, horrified that I’d been making out with a cross dresser in full view of everyone at Chatro! I was even more mortified that I’d not realised this dainty looking piece was a man. I’d been played again – and everyone had seen it happen!
I shoved Willie away. “This stops now!” I brushed myself down and strode off, drawing what remained of my dignity around me.
I blinked now. Someone was talking to me. I stopped living in the past and focused on Amy, Cassie Foxe's friend. She babbled something trivial. I spoke briefly with her, but those memories, seeing Willie in Chatro, the gossips and the rumour mill, convinced me that I couldn’t just rest on my laurels. I had to show the whisperers I was back. I had to show the snakes like Willie that I was too powerful for them to challenge. To do that I needed to assert myself.
I smiled as the perfect opportunity presented itself. Indeed, fortune favours the brave. I saw Debbie, one of the crowd of twittering subbies who hovered around the Dommes here. She’d dared to disrespect me, the night I fought Jade and just like Jade, she'd learned that compared to me, she was just fluff. The weakling had been careful to avoid me tonight, taking a wide circuit of the room to get to the bar. She knew I had unfinished business with her – even after I'd put her in her place that night, she'd jeered at me and cheered for Jade. Debbie owed me an apology. Then I shook my head to myself. What was I thinking? Debbie owed me homage.
When I looked again she was talking with Nikki, another one of the subs. The two of them were dressed alike – tight tops at least a size too small, short skirts and four inch pumps. Neither of them was looking in my direction. Now was the moment to surprise them and impress the rest of the room.
I left Amy and strode up to them. “What?” I snapped, grabbing them both by the shoulder and spinning them round. “Scheming again?” I shook them hard. They both yelped. I let Nikki go and spun Debbie round to look at me. “Were you avoiding me, girl?”
I saw the fear in her eyes. She stammered, “No, Melissa.”
I tilted my head up a little and looked at her with contempt. “You backed a loser, didn't you?”
Her mouth gaped open. “I…what do you mean?” The empty-headed little nothing had obviously forgotten the entire incident. I shook her again.
“You cheered for Jade! Jade lost!” I reminded them both – after all, Jade West owned Nikki. I slapped Debbie’s face with my free hand. It was a hard blow, delivered with force. I'd swung from my hip and put all my weight and strength into it.
Debbi shook all the way to her heels, and staggered against the bar. “Owwww!” she wailed plaintively. People were turning to look.
“Is that all you can say, girl?” I sneered. “You were more vocal, the last time we met. Both of you…you and Nikki here…were cheering for Jade.” I slapped her again. Again her body rocked. “And you haven't answered my question yet. What were you and Nikki scheming about?” I tapped my foot.
The trembling, squirming fluff ball was speechless. “Well, girl?” I demanded scathingly. She gave me no answer except a terrified look. I rammed my knee into her stomach. Air and spit rushed out of her mouth as she sank to the floor against the front of the bar, moaning and clutching her gut.
I turned to Nikki, who was trying her best to shrink away from me. “Not so tough without your protectress, are you?” I glared at her. She was shivering. She'd just seen me destroy her friend and she knew I'd take her in an instant. Her eyes darted back and forth, looking everywhere except at me, looking vainly for help. I seized her chin and forced her head around until she stared at me, almost in tears. “Look at me girl!”
Nikki whimpered and dropped to her knees. “Don't hit me, Ms Melissa!” she begged.
I gave her an icy look, then directed another at the still-gasping Debbie. “Don't make me have to remind of your place again, sluts!” I warned them both, loud enough for those around us to hear.
I turned on my heel and strutted back to my original place at the far end of the bar, feeling pleased with myself. I'd created a stir. There was a buzz of excitement already. People were nodding in my direction, smiling, telling each other how I’d put those two fluff balls back where they belonged. Yes, everyone knew that Ms Melissa Windeyer was again a Domme to be admired and worshipped – and if they crossed me, a Domme to be feared too.
Fortune favours the bold. I’ve always said that and it was rarely truer than that night in Chatro. For there, her mouth open and eyes wide, stood Lisa Howard. She'd seen me just demolish the two subbies who – a quick backward glance told me – were still on their knees where I'd left them, seconds ago. I turned the quick glance into a withering gaze to keep them trembling on their knees for that much longer. I had no doubt at all that their panties were soaked. But I'd leave them to their own devices, or to those of some other Domme later. Now, fate had rewarded me and I had other game in my sights.
I turned back to the still gaping Lisa. I smoothed my top down surreptitiously and inhaled deeply, knowing my breasts would swell against the clinging fabric. I knew just how to show off my curvy, sensuous body, so superior, so much more alluring than a pathetic little waif like Lisa.
“Hello Lisa!” I smiled politely. I radiated calm. I was firmly in control, however much I wanted to rip this slut apart for what she’d done to me that night at Arthur Wellesley’s house. I’d been hurt and exhausted after my embarrassing loss to that slug Lauren, and she’d preyed on that like the nasty little hyena she was. She’d tricked me, making me think she was my friend, using Arthur too to lure me in, making me so hot and excited that she’d flipped me and made me her sex slave
I knew I'd beat Lisa in a fight – a fair fight, anyway. I’d done it before, that day last summer on the beach. The only way she could compete with me was with dirty tricks. Nevertheless, I had something else in mind for Lisa tonight. There were more ways of showing Melissa Windeyer's superiority to this fluff ball, than beating her into the floor.
Lisa looked at me. Her face whitened for a moment and her head swivelled left and right as though looking for an escape route. She spluttered but then she steadied herself and replied, “Hello Melissa.”
“Come on, sweetie, let me buy you a drink.” I smiled at her.
She stiffened and looked at me uncertainly. “Oh Melissa, I'm…just waiting for some friends.”
I controlled my sudden urge to scowl at this nothing who had the nerve to rebuff me. Who was she to turn me down? Was this brainless blonde just clever enough to know I had an ulterior motive? I shook my shoulders ever so slightly – whatever she thought, it would make no difference.
“They’re obviously not here yet, Lisa dear,” I cooed. “A quick drink while you wait.” I restrained myself from grabbing hold of her, resisted the urge to rip her clothes and her flesh. Instead I patted her hand gently.
Again she shook her head. “I'm ok, Melissa…truly I am. I don't want to drink much anyway. I need to drive home.”
A likely excuse I thought. I'd never seen Lisa drive to or from any bar. She always caught a cab. I'd seen her while I was on the way to the L. She had more money than me.
I gritted my teeth and turned up my charm another notch. This piece of nothing wasn’t getting off that easily. “That’s so good of you Lisa…so sensible. But then, you can be such a sensible, practical woman…and chic too. Look at your dress.” For a moment I fussed over the nothing's nondescript top, tight over her little chest and brief to the point of being slutty. I hated it – what discerning woman wouldn’t? – but it gave me the perfect opportunity to put my hands on her, to caress her sensitive stomach and even pat her thighs. She couldn't resist me without seeming boorish.
I smiled as I felt her body tense and heard a few short gasps. I'd teach this skinny blonde not to tangle with Melissa Windeyer. She may have preyed on my heightened susceptibilities in a moment of weakness, but she did that in private; I'd have my revenge in public.
I sensed she was about to react strongly, I knew she'd have to soon or her inner need would bubble up and I'd have my way with her. Of course, I’d have my way with her anyway – eventually – but I had to play my game carefully. So I smiled, patted her face and repeated, “You're so practical and sensible for not dinking. Let me buy you a cooler instead.”
“Melissa…please.” There was exasperation but also something else – a hint of desperation, perhaps? – in her voice.
I didn’t let her finish her sentence. “Lisa, I won’t take no for an answer,” I interjected firmly. I need to show that I don’t hold a grudge about that night at the Crystal Garden – and what happened afterwards. Surely you’ll give me that opportunity.” She looked at me uncertainly, not knowing what to say.
Sliding my hand under her arm and so linking our arms together, I walked her to the bar. I bought her a drink and then a second. I talked to her, first some idle chit chat, then I praised her outfit again – a tacky pair of cut-off jeans she wore along with the skimpy top. Again I took the opportunity to touch her, to caress her, pointing out to others her washboard stomach with the piercing in her navel. I knew from her suppressed shudders, her tiny gasps, that she wasn’t at all comfortable with me standing so close to her, with me touching her like that. The bar was packed by now though, so what could she say, especially when I was praising her.
I bumped into her, as though someone had knocked me, though no-one had. She swallowed her drink in a gulp. I suppressed a smile as I felt her reaction, her gasp, her tremor. “You weren't choking there for a moment, were you hun?” I asked, wrapping my arm round Lisa's puny body, showing everyone just how solicitous I am.
“No Melissa, I'm ok…thanks.”
She squirmed in an effort to free herself. My grip tightened. “You don't look like it sweetie. You're shivering there. Let's sit down.” I guided her towards a chair. “No one will jostle us there.”
“No Melissa,” she said a little too quickly. “It’s...it’s ok...it really is.” She tried to evade my grip and again she failed. My hand tightened on her forearm, reminding her I was physically stronger than her. Soon she’d remember that I was mentally stronger too.
“You'll be better if you sit down and have a drink of cold water. You're shaking.”
“Melissa I don't need your help!” she said sharply, adding a “thank you very much!” to take some of the sting out of her words as she stepped half out of my grip. Already she was flustered, already she was panting, angry and afraid at the same time.
“I think you do, sweetie,” I cooed, pulling her back into me and holding her tighter than ever. “I have your own interests at heart.” She glared at me but I matched the frost in her gaze and she faltered. I felt her tremble and forced back a smile. This was going to be easy. “I’m sure you don’t want people to think you’re rude. If you want to turn down my offer… well, do so. But do it graciously.” Only then did I let her go and stand back a pace.
She cringed, still shivering. “I’m sorry Melissa. I didn't mean to be rude.”
I looked her in the eyes again, sternly. “I'm glad to hear it. Look at you. You’re so flustered. You need to sit down.” Again I steered her towards a chair. I’d sit her down and work her tummy, turn her into a moaning mess.
But honestly Ms Melissa,” she stammered. I smiled slightly. The ‘Ms’ wasn’t lost on me. “I'm ok. I just need a moment…to compose myself.”
I let my smile broaden, inwardly at least. That was a moment this fluff ball wasn’t going to get. There were times when even I – Melissa Windeyer – stooped a little, when even I wanted revenge. This was one such time. I was going to show the whole of Chatro that this fluff ball, this nothing who had taken advantage of me after I'd lost a fight, forced me into the back seat of Arthur Wellesley's Jaguar and turned me into a mewing, writhing wet sex toy, was no match for me. I was going to humiliate her. I was going to show them all that I owned her.
I gripped her chin in my hand, turning her head to make her look into my deep grey eyes. She gasped. Her face reddened at the classic Domme move. I quickly dropped my hand, letting go of her now flushed face. “You're sure you're alright, sweetie?” I asked, again all solicitous. “You do look a bit peaky.”
“Melissa Windeyer, how dare you grab my face?” she snapped. Her red face, her trembling body though, asked a different question – ‘How can I resist Melissa imposing her will on me?’ That was a question to which Lisa Howard clearly had no answer.
“Sweetie, you're flustered,” I repeated. “You're upset. I wondered what was wrong and I thought maybe looking at your face might tell me.” My body language and my cold unblinking stare answered Lisa's own silent question. ‘You can't do a thing to stop me. You're no match for Melissa Windeyer and you know it. You're going to submit to me. The only issue is how soon.’
Lisa's body language – she was practically cringing – and her shallow breath told me she understood my unspoken answer. I pushed her a little harder. “What did you think I was doing?” I asked sharply. “You're being rude…bratty, like an attention seeking subbie.” Facing her, I wrapped my arm round her again, firmly pulling her against me. I ground my belly against hers. I whispered, “I should spank you for your rudeness…but you'd probably like that too much.”
Lisa shook her head violently. She pushed me away. “Melissa! How dare you?”
“Perhaps it’s true sweetie?” I whispered. I pulled her close again, once more grinding my belly against hers. This time I kissed her. “There’s no hard feelings, dear,” I said a little more loudly.
Letting go again for a moment, I stepped back, though not enough to give Lisa space to get away. I’d corralled her in a corner made by a planter box and some tables. Yes, she could back away a little, retreating into the corner, but then she’d show everyone she was fleeing from me, and I knew her pathetic ego wouldn’t let her show that kind of fear. It would be an admission of my superiority. No, the only way she could get away with her dignity intact was to push past me – and I wasn’t going to allow that.
She stood still for a moment, trying to work out how to escape, I took the initiative and stepped forward again. I patted her butt before holding it firmly in my hand and pulling her forward against me again. I ground myself into her and I felt her body go slack as she wilted.
My hand gripped her butt through her shorts, ever more tightly. I slid my free hand between us and massaged her belly. Her skin rippled as she trembled with – I knew – mingled lust and fear. I’d hooked my little fish and all I needed now was to reel her in. “No, Lisa. I’m not angry with you about that night. Who could be angry with a delicious little piece of eye candy like you?” I purred into her ear as I nibbled it softly.
My hand moved across her belly, over her hip and joined the other one on her butt. Drawing her closer, I brushed my right leg against her left. My right hand slid up away from her butt, to the small of her back, to the bare flesh there. My thumb slipped between her cut-offs and her blouse, pushing up her top, then up and around to caress her now-bare tummy.
I sensed her nipples hardening as I pressed my superior bust against hers. Her lips parted in a tiny gasp. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth. She whimpered. I broke the kiss and arched my back to survey the squirming nothing. She was flushed crimson, her lips parted and quivering. I had her and I was reeling her in. Soon I'd slut her publicly. It would be a fitting revenge on someone who had so audaciously betrayed me and snared Arthur Wellesley.
“No sweetie,” I repeated, lowering my voice to a stage whisper, soft but sibilant, that I was sure would carry to the small but growing group of onlookers. “I'm not angry at all. Did you think I was?” I reached up and put a hand on her breast. She made no move to stop me. “Why would I be? Because of what happened at Arthur's house? No, I'm not angry.” I pinched her nipple with my right hand, my nails digging in to the soft flesh. ”Surely you know…Melissa Windeyer’s beyond such pettiness.” I twisted her nipple, stifling her whimper with a deep kiss. She lifted her right hand but I intercepted it with my left as she tried to pull my right away.. “But you were wrong…you know that, don't you” There was no question in my tone. “Maybe you know you deserve to be punished.”
“Melissa!” Lisa broke the kiss. She tried to sound commanding but wound up sounding desperate instead. She arched back away from me, using her hips to separate us. I let go of her breast and caught her left hand as she tried to slap me.
“I did nothing wrong!” she said stridently. “Let me go, girl. Ouufff!!!” Air and spit suddenly rushed out of her mouth as my knee hammered into her stomach – not too hard, but hard enough to remind her that my strength would have doubled her up had I not pulled her close again, pressing my body against hers.
“You mind your manners, missy,” I scolded her. “Calling me 'girl’ will get you into trouble.” Then I softened my tone again. I was doing a good job of confusing her. She didn’t know whether I wanted her, or wanted to hurt her, and she didn’t know which way to react. “But I don't want to cause you trouble. Like I said, Melissa Windeyer's beyond such pettiness.” Still holding both her hands tightly I walked her backward till her little body was against the planter box. I kissed her deeply. She made no resistance. I broke the kiss and arched back, my hands releasing hers and holding her sides in a firm hug, starting into her eyes, enjoying the fear and desire there.
Lisa shivered, but then suddenly stiffened and pushed forward, kissing me firmly on the lips. Her hand grasped my back, pulling me close. I felt her scrawny stomach pressing into my full sensuous curves. I gasped, not quite believing that this fleabite, this puffball, was actually going on the offensive and challenging me! But she was.
More than surprised, I stepped back and she came after me. She sensed and exploited the fleeting opportunity when, in the next instant, I felt the tip of her tongue pushing between my teeth, worming its way into my mouth. She ground herself against my body. Her right hand – the one that had been grasping my back – sank lower and cupped my left ass cheek. She pulled me in even closer. Her left hand stroked my face.
I countered; there was nothing this fluff ball could do to me. I kissed her back, our tongues duelling. As she held me close, my left hand slid up between us, found her right breast and squeezed gently. My right roamed up under her top, around her belly. I fondled it again, felt her shiver and after a moment, her tongue retreated. I forced mine into her mouth.
I felt her squirm under my caress. I stroked her tummy again. She rallied and her tongue struggled with mine. Her hand slid down my neck, stroking my skin. She tried to bury her fingers inside my cleavage but found my clingingly tight top made it hard. I brushed her hand away and let my own hand roam up and down her side while I kissed and sucked her neck, my lips nibbling at her shoulder.
I dropped my other hand to her crotch, hiked up her skirt at the front and began to rub her through her panties. She arched her back momentarily and moaned, softly. She stifled it quickly but I knew she was done. The toughest part of the struggle was over. Once more Ms Melissa Windeyer would triumph.
A moment later though, she squirmed out of my grip. It's difficult, even for someone as skilled as I am, to hold someone gently but firmly with one hand rubbing their panties. But I was prepared. I knew my prey's weakness so I pinched her navel, blocking her squeal with a kiss, my tongue insisting on entry.
She struggled, her hand brushing mine away. She broke the kiss, just as I needed to draw breath myself. “Were you scared of me?” I breathed into her open mouth as I ran my hand across her tummy, again stroking her piercing.
She squirmed but her voice was defiant as she replied, “No Melissa…I'm not scared of you.” Her bare leg suddenly pressed up between my thighs, rubbing gently against the insides, rising and falling. Her hand slid onto my belly, and stroked just as gently, just as smoothly. It was my turn to moan softly.
“No Melissa…I’m not scared of you at all,” she repeated. There was a new tone in her voice now, not just defiant but confident and silky. “Not after what we did to you that night, Arthur and I. We took charge of you…remember? And you liked it.” Her hand stroked a little more firmly. “We only did what you wanted us to do to you.” She kneaded my taut yet plaint tummy, hovering just over my piercing. I shuddered. “It was what you wanted, wasn't it Melissa? Arthur had already gotten you hot, even before Lauren reappeared, hadn't he Melissa?”
I remembered that only too well. Arthur had indeed aroused me, first by making me tell him about how I’d made Lisa – this woman who held me close now – surrender. Again Lisa was trying to challenge me but I was Melissa Windeyer and I’d make her surrender now just like I had then.
After I’d told Arthur the story, he had – but before I could fully remember that episode – Lisa's hand squeezed my navel again, sending another shiver through me. Her other hand found my butt again and pulled me towards her harder.
“And fighting Lauren just made you more excited, didn't it Melissa?” Lisa crooned, her breath hot against my lips. I realized my own hand had stopped stroking her, that my grip on her navel had faltered. Again I remembered that fight only too well. It had started when Lauren found Arthur and I in a little corner, away from everyone else, minding our own business. Yes, I blushed as I remembered what that horrid woman had called me – ‘a cheap slut who takes it under the table!’ That had been so crude, so blunt! We'd been doing nothing wrong. I’d had to salvage my self-respect by fighting that big, fat, nasty blonde.
Lisa stroked my tummy, her fingers running round my piercing. “It felt good, fighting Lauren, didn't Melissa?” Her questions were unnerving me, and the more she spoke, the more she probed, the more of that night I remembered. I'd so nearly won that fight. I would have, had I not been handicapped by my high heels.
The more I remembered, the more aroused I became. I tried to block it out – the memories and my arousal. I did my best to think of icebergs, cold and vast, but instead I remembered how Arthur had been such a gentleman, protecting me from Lauren after the fight. Lisa had been helpful then, and I’d fallen for her treacherous friendliness.
Now, there in Chatro, I felt Lisa's hand slipping under the bottom of my top, pushing it up. “But Melissa,” she cooed softly in my ear, “what felt better was what Arthur and I did when we got back to his apartment. I'm sure you remember that, Melissa.” Her hand pushed my top upward, over my sensuously curvy belly, up almost as far as the base of my bra. I almost moaned. “You remember it, don't you Melissa?”
I shook myself. This couldn’t be happening, not to me, not to Melissa Windeyer! I was a Domme! I’d been so in command of Lisa – this fluff ball whom I'd enjoyed slutting several times, who did my bidding – and yet here she was, close to flipping me, close to taking me, here in Chatro. I couldn't let this happen!
I bit my tongue hard, gathered my wits and renewed the struggle. I shoved Lisa's hand away. “What do you think you’re doing, Lisa?" I snapped, pulling my top down again.
“Nothing that you don't want Melissa,” Lisa cooed again, her other hand going again to my belly. But her spell was broken. I countered, stroking her tummy, pressing my superior boobs against her little ant-bites, running my other hand up and down her back. I was on the attack again. Lisa was surprised, but then – yet again – she’d underestimated me, underestimated my power, my strength. I was about to remind her of that.
I forced her back against the planter box. I stroked her hair while sliding my leg up between her parted thighs – parted because she'd needed to brace herself to keep from stumbling. I'd planned that, but then I
am Melissa Windeyer. My thigh rubbed between hers, up and down, rising further with each stroke.
“So you’re not scared Lisa? Oh no? How foolish of you! You, of all people, should know that it's good to be scared of me.” I kissed her deeply, stifling a yelp as I pinched her smooth skin, “My power…my strength…my dominance.
“Yes I remember that night,” I continued, holding her, stroking her. “I remember how obedient you were, coming to take my coat to the cloak room when I snapped my fingers, coming back to chat with Arthur and myself. And we did more than chat…yes Lisa, do you remember?” Her sudden blush told me that she did. She remembered how I'd played with her navel, how aroused she'd become, how she'd been gasping, panting for breath as my hands had played with her and how I'd sent her away all hot and bothered but unsatisfied.
As she remembered, as she began to tremble with that memory, my hands kept exploring her body. My leg kept stroking hers. By now my knee was at her apex. I felt her body shiver. My fingers lifted up her top. I squeezed a nipple. She tried unsuccessfully not to moan. “But Lisa, you don't have to be scared of me now. No, Lisa. You just have to recognise my dominance. “”
“Dominance?” Lisa forced a shaky laugh. “You're collared.” She reached up with one hand and her fingers played with some of the gold links in what I had to admit was Ms Justeen's collar. But that was different! I swallowed hard as her fingers suddenly gripped my ass again.
“Look, Melissa. Look at the crowd. Take a good look. See Debbie and Nikki? You played with them. You messed with their minds! Now they want to see you go down.”
I giggled. “Of course they do. They want to see me reduced to their level. Do you think you can do me? I don’t!” I stroked Lisa's cheek. I ran a finger down her side. She should have known better, than to try such a foolish ploy. But then again, that was why she was where she was and why I, Melissa Windeyer, was so far above her.
“Melissa,” Lisa's voice dropped a tone. “Perhaps…perhaps Willie thinks I can. He doesn’t just want you 'reduced to his level'. He
so wants to do you.” I gulped, remembering that earlier incident. “And secretly....secretly Melissa…you want him to.” She stifled my protest with a deep tongue kiss. Squeezing my ass hard, she ground her belly against mine. Instantly my tummy flipped. The sensation so vividly reminded me of my shock at feeling Willie's shaft when he'd done the same – shock mixed with horror and lust. “Would he be your first cross dresser, Melissa? You're imagining him doing you Melissa, right here and now you're imagining him doing you! You're imagining him pulling you close, so you feel his erection through his skirt, just like you really did before. But this time it’s different, this time you're imagining his shaft against your belly, his rough kiss, his hands gripping your butt…yes just like I'm doing now…and him walking you backwards till he crushes you against a wall. And then, Melissa, you're imagining him fucking you.”
Lisa was right, damn her. I fought to shut out all those horrid images she painted. It was all but impossible. With Willie there in the front row of the crowd, I could see it all just like a movie being played in my mind. But in that mental movie, Willie wouldn't stop at the wall. Yes, he'd rip my skirt down, but then he'd push me against a nearby table. He’d force me down on it and then – I shuddered at the thought. I knew that just like a whore, I'd readily part my legs for Willie. Then, oh then, he'd do me – publicly. I squirmed at the thought.
“He'll never get the chance!” I insisted, just as much to myself and to Willie as to Lisa.
“Oh, but Melissa, he will, if I win this sex fight. Then you can surrender to him without reproaching yourself, without your owner thinking you're even more of a slut than she does already.” She laughed and again I squirmed. I gritted my teeth. I couldn't lose this fight. Willie would take me – hard! My stomach flipped over yet again. I tried to bank down the inner fires.
Lisa’s voice found renewed confidence. “Melissa that collar…are the links…well, some of them, actually engraved?” She stepped forward, forcing my leg to the side, blocking it from her wet crotch – I’d felt the moisture through her panties. I stroked her nipple and felt her body stiffen but she persisted. “Well? Are they engraved? I heard that Justeen wanted a link engraved with the name of each of your lovers.” She smiled smugly into my eyes. “Is that right, Melissa?”
I gaped at her. How did she – how did anyone – know that? Ms Justeen had promised that it would be our little secret. She'd had the link right next to the ruby-mounted link at the front of the collar, engraved with the words ‘Property of Justeen Amanda Northcliffe’. I'd protested at the time, “People will ask what the names mean, Ms!”
