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"I am a slave to Mistress Elena. I obey, worship, adore, serve and respect her. I am nothing in the Temple of the Goddess. Every wish of Mistress Elena is my command."
Dressed in black leather and plastic of various forms from heel to neck, Domme Elena stood in her Bellevue Playroom. The entire basement had been worked into a glorious 3,500 square feet of delicious options. She'd come so far from thirty plus years ago when just beginning down this career path. Now she had all the latest in toys, equipment, chemical restraints, and encouragements. Hell, companies send sales reps to her, at Esclava of course, begging her to try out and recommend their goods.
She stepped over to where Brandon Farmer, previously the Chief of her security provided by Christian and now demoted to merely her personal slave as he and the other three had been recalled, knelt in submissive fashion. As she moved to stand in front of him he scrambled like a dog to lick at the toes of her black boots. "I am forever your slave and here to serve you and obey." He repeated it ten times then put his forehead to the floor and froze in position, arms back behind him, the backs of his large and strong hands flat on the cold concrete floor.
Elena tapped him with her cane. "I find your words lacking, slave."
He shuddered, groaned out, "To Mistress Elena I give my all, to Mistress Elena I dedicate my life and all that I have for She is a Goddess." He repeated it, once more ten times, before subsiding to his obeisance on the floor.
She looked around. There were several females being trained as well as males. Most went home during the week and would return on Friday night, but some had varying schedules. Elena had each one's schedule in her mind – she was excellent at business after all. All business. And with her sudden freedom from the salons, she frowned then smoothed the expression out as wrinkles were to be avoided at all cost, that left her more time for the business of submissive and Dominant training, stable enlargement, and contracting out both. As well as the enjoyment of BDSM clubs and her peers.
Right after she took care of little Miss Ana Steele. Thief. Slut. Prostitute to Elena's pride and prized Dom: Christian Grey.
Originally, Elena had planned to coax the young woman into signing a contract, training her as a submissive, then farming her out. But the slap, the embarrassment and humiliation of Christian choosing the little bitch over Elena herself … no, a contract gave the appearance to a submissive that they had a choice, that their submission was a powerful act, freely chosen. Ana Steele needed to have her choices, her power, taken away. Just as Christian had attempted to do to Elena with his cashier's check and cold demeanor.
She had created him! It was she, Elena Lincoln, Mistress, who had taken him from nothing to Master of his Universe. She had created him. CREATED! HIM! And as his creator she could also be his destroyer. But where was the fun in that? If he wanted the little slut, he could have her - for a fee. And, when Elena felt like it. After the bitch had been ground down to nothing, broken - then they'd see if Christian still liked her. Ha!
Now, Elena pointed at a girl, not even seventeen yet, obese, acned, sniveling in her trappings of burlap bra with requisite holes to provide access to her nipples and crotchless potato sack panties. The stupid bitch was so big an entire potato sack had no doubt been needed to create the unusual lingerie. "Rachel! Heel!" The girl crawled as fast as she could to Elena, quivering and docile, taking up position at the right and behind her Mistress. Elena had found her with the cleaning service at her Fort Worth salon and brought her to Bellevue for training. There were men who liked a fat and tender, young submissive. Right before she was ready to be contracted out Elena would address the acne, greasy hair, need for grooming and waxing. The girl had another two months and such luxuries needn't be wasted now.
She tapped Farmer again with the cane. "Take this slave, outfit it in harness, then walk it around the property until it finishes its business." She smirked as an awed expression of gratitude came over his ugly face. In the four years she had been his Domme, Elena had never offered Farmer such an honor. But on Friday she planned for him to bring her Christian's prostitute and this little scene would give him a taste for a future he hungered for – power.
She turned her attention to the bitch at heel. Rachel had just defecated a day ago. But she was being trained for specialty scenes and this simply stepped up the bodily control she would need to show. "You," she snarled out in cold Domme voice. "You will perform your business outside in the grass. You may not return inside until you have shit twice."
The girl cowered and whimpered, "Yes, Mistress." She lovingly rubbed her head against the heel on the leather of Elena's thigh encasing boot.
Done with them, Elena strode to an area where cages swung, suspended from the ceiling. She ordered the lights on, the newest technology in audio electronics which responded only to her voice. Inside one of the six orderly cages Kyle Sheridan eagerly moved to his knees, forehead on the cold metal, hands back and palms upward. "Mistress Elena," he cried eagerly.
God, she just couldn't beat that puppy dog eagerness out of the man. He'd been with her for two years now, another reject from Taylor's army of security who barely kept paps from bothering Elena and had fallen into line as her submissive within a few days of starting with her. She discarded the cane and picked up the handheld electrical stimulator control. She raised her eyebrows, feeling the give of the Botox injections, when Sheridan moaned and began his repetition, "I am forever your slave and here to serve you and obey." Eager or not, he should have begun his devotions to her as soon as the lights were activated. She pushed the button, enjoying his sudden screams of pain. A mixture of piss and ejaculate spurted then dribbled to the floor under his cage.
"Who am I," she asked him, as she tapped the button once more.
"My Mistress! My Mistress! Mistress Elena! Oh, I love you, My Mistress!"
Elena smiled. She motioned to Avery Eagle who approached hurriedly, eyes downcast, wearing a simple gold cloth toga and gladiator sandals. He had only come on as her security a year ago and she had elevated him above the others in her stables, just to enjoy how he preened when performing his duties, holding himself as if he were special. "Lower his cage. Have him showered and refreshed. Then you may take him as you like for one hour."
He fell to his knees, kissed the top of both her boots, before hurrying to the cage controls.
Elena moved through her basement dungeon, Mistress of all she surveyed, Matron of her dungeon. She only had three Doms and two Dommes in training, the rest were submissives. She moved to a section that had actual medical equipment meant for resuscitation. Her Breath Play arena required it as both the intensity and stimulation of disturbing the oxygen and CO2 level balance of the body and blood could lead to a heart attack, debilitating vomiting, stroke, and brain damage when not performed perfectly. She ordered Mistress Pearl and Nick Warner to the area, uncaring that there were no medicals in place. Elena had long ago perfected her Breath Play techniques. And, so what if something did happen? She had people on her payroll to take care of any mishaps whether here or another play site.
As Mistress Pearl strapped Warner down Elena observed him. He was second oldest to Farmer in his time as her security through Christian. At one time she had thought he would move into a Dominant role, but he'd never stepped up to the plate. Nick Warner had a magnificent body and Elena had in fact loaned him out to several of her equals during scheduled vacation time, for a hefty profit. He could reload quickly and stayed hard with little stimulation, and like the very best Subs, he never used his safewords.
Elena stood with her legs well spread and ordered a young boy she'd recently purchased from the Dominican Republic to orally pleasure her as she watched Pearl attach a gas mask-like device to Warner's face before the Domme-in-Training (DIT) settled herself over his impressive cock. The DIT kept the control gauge in her hand and began to restrict the man's ability to receive oxygen. Elena smiled as her prize DIT altered the intake in just the right amount, giving herself a tremendous bucking ride as Warner struggled against his predicament of being bound and unable to breath. It was stimulating to watch and Elena enjoyed her climax and the aftershocks as the boy between her thighs lapped up her juices. Pearl loosened the gauge and Warner gasped in air even as he obviously came inside of his Domme.
"You'll need to punish him for that," Elena instructed. "You left him go just a touch too long. But otherwise, your control is really improving, Mistress Pearl," she complimented. She petted the boy's hair before sending him back to his cell-like room for the night, mindful that the young needed a good eight hours of sleep to grow up healthy and strong.
On his back, cuffed to the heavy wooden table, beneath the mask, helpless, wetness covered Warner's face. Neither woman noticed, nor cared.
Satisfied with her play, Elena went to the bar to pour herself a glass of refreshing scotch.
