Chapter 21H
Emotions were high on the very last day of the dating race as the final suitors were given their verdict by Wendy. The professional Dominatrices had all tried so hard with the highest levels of skill and professionalism, like elite athletes striving to break every record, but there could only be one winner.
The Dominatrices were emotionally exhausted as they were given official rankings below first place, each of them given papers and a little engraved cup to proclaim their position as finalists in the final day. They had tried so hard, they had pushed themselves so hard, they had almost cracked under the pressure and then finally it was now over.
There were tears, not even tears of regret at not winning, just tears of relief that all of this emotional stress and pressure was over. They could finally just rest and the pent up emotion was pouring out of them in the hard tears of an elite athlete at the end of all the events, the tears of the knowledge that they could now rest their exhausted bodies and minds at long last.
The finalists all stood together on a small podium with the winner Mistress Lash Lee, holding up their cups of merit as they posed for photos of memorial.
They all looked their most beautiful, made up and dressed up in their finest Dominatrix gear, with Mistress Lash wearing her most elaborate and impressive kimono, her hair done up in a geisha hairstyle so elaborate that it had taken hours to arrange, her geisha makeup so intricate and elaborate this day that it was astonishing in detail. The Dominatrices had all spent hours this morning getting themselves as beautiful as possible for this and the effort really showed.
The athletes, for athletes they essentially were at this level of competition, the athletes posed together for hundreds of photos, some photos standing strict and dominating, some photos holding silly poses, in some photos holding up two fingers in the cute peace gesture, in others smiling. They had fun, they got silly. In some photos they playfully posed pretending to jealously strangle the winner Mistress Lash. In others they held their arms across their chests in gangsta poses with arrogant facial expressions. They had so much fun.
There was much hugging even when the photos ended, much congratulating each other for their achievements, if any were bitter they hid it behind a smile. All showed every appearance of good sportsmanship.
Mistress Lash had won, but she had won fair and square. She was at least a decade older than any other finalist, a considerable disadvantage in any sort of female dating contest, but through raw skill and grace she had bulldozed the entire pack out of her way despite this age disadvantage. Only with the most exceptional skill and ability could any woman her age win like this so unchallenged against these highly talented younger rivals, and the graceful geisha had well and truly proved her worth and earned her victory against all expectations.
The Dominatrices graciously congratulated Mistress Lash for her victory and wished her well in her future as Wendy's wife, hugging her tightly in a display of there being no hard feelings. Mistress Lash hugged them warmly in turn, with much emotion and joy, and it was a time of celebration between them all.
Wendy wisely kept her distance in her elegant black formal dress, lest her backside need an ass cheek transplant from all the hard spankings she would get from these unchosen finalists if she got too close, and she just stood back and let the Dominatrices have their moment. Mistress Lash was now Wendy's officially recognised Dominatrix girlfriend, this palace was now her home, and it was up to Mistress Lash to decide how long these Dominatrices were welcome to stay in her home celebrating like this.
Professional photographers and other hired people scurried around the palace, doing work they were paid for, and the flash of cameras dazzled Wendy's sensitive Night Lord descended eyes, making her blink.
Mistress Lash was clearly in no hurry to end the revelry and just kept giggling and laughing with her fellow Dominatrices in warm fellowship, posing with them for photos and obviously having a great time. These were Mistress Lash's peers and people, a clique group from which subs like Wendy were ultimately excluded, all talking in their own professional Dominatrix jargon and making inside jokes that made sense only to themselves.
Wendy got pleasure from the fact that she herself as a sub was excluded from this clique, these women were Wendy's dominant *betters*, it was only fitting that Wendy be inferior and excluded from the fellowship of these dominant goddesses.
Wendy instead sat with her own kind, with her fellow submissives Octavia and Fhimra. The three of them sat at a tiny raised table on tall chairs a respectful distance away from the Dominatrices, all made up beautifully and dressed up elegantly in beautiful formal dresses, their hair done beautifully and perfume heavy.
Fhimra was toying with a tiny spherical fruit impaled on a toothpick in an elegant cocktail glass half full of some alcoholic beverage mixed with fruit juice, rolling the fruit around the inside edge of the glass on the toothpick absentmindedly as she softly chatted about nothing in particular with Wendy and Octavia.
Octavia sipped yet another alcoholic cocktail in an elegant cocktail glass, how many of those had she already drank so far?, The hired waitress staff for this event kept taking away the empty glasses so that Wendy couldn't count how many Octavia had had, but she looked distinctly south of sober and seemed determined to reach the South Pole if she kept going south of sobriety as fast as she was drinking cocktails.
"These fruit juice drinks are so yummy.", Octavia giggled with a drunken slur, having emptied her glass and holding up an unsteady hand to gesture to the hired waitresses to send her another.
"Fruit juice?, My darling Octavia, you *do* know that those are alcoholic cocktails, don't you?", Wendy asked delicately.
"Don't be silly Owner Wendy no they're not. They are just fruit juice, I'm deliberately not drinking any alcohol tonight, well ok I had *one* glass of wine, but I'm being a good girl and just drinking fruit juice.", Octavia slurred with adorable stupidity.
"By the hope of Tzeentch!", Fhimra exclaimed and burst out laughing.
"Oh you sweet hearted girl, those are alcoholic cocktails with quite a high alcohol content. You are very sozzled my darling, but you clearly had the best of intentions.", Wendy coaxed, trying not to laugh.
"I, but I thought it was fruit juice.", Octavia slurred tragically in a way that was utterly adorable.
"It's ok, don't fret about it.", Wendy soothed her adorable twit of a tickle slave.
"Well if I'm drunk already, I think I'll have a proper drink. Ma'am could I please have a big glass of red wine from the planet stoo, um stu, um can I have some wine.", Octavia slurred to a waitress.
"Don't you think you've had enough?", Wendy asked Octavia quietly.
"I think I'm ok Owner Wendy.", Octavia slurred.
The waitress arrived with a huge glass of red wine which Octavia clumsily reached for, but Wendy fished the glass out of her reach before she could drink a drop, holding the glass dominantly.
"No more alcohol for my slave Octavia please catering staff, she is drunk and I'm cutting her off.", Wendy loudly called to the hired staff.
The hired staff all bowed in obedience to the billionaire Slaanesh Champion who was paying them to be here, and Octavia's access to alcohol was hopefully cut off now.
"Aw.", Octavia said unhappily, clumsily reaching for the confiscated glass.
Wendy softly batted away Octavia's reaching hands and sternly told her to stop. Octavia glumly obeyed with a tragic look on her face, holding her hands together in front of her on the table.
Wendy sniffed the wine curiously, and was rewarded with the rich aroma of some strange mutant fruit from Stōørølø that had been speedily fermented into wine. It smelled really nice and fruity.
Wendy then calmly gave the glass to the much more sober Fhimra to drink if she wished.
"You stole my drink but you didn't even drink it.", Octavia drunkenly complained.
"Of course I didn't drink it, I haven't drunk a drop of alcohol all day.", Wendy informed her.
"Why not Owner Wendy?", Octavia slurred foolishly.
"Because Mistress Lash hasn't given me permission to drink any alcohol. I can't drink alcohol without asking the permission of my Dominatrix first.", Wendy explained.
"So go ask her permission.", Octavia pressed childishly.
"I don't want to disturb her, she is talking to her friends. I don't want to displease her by interrupting her conversation to ask her such a selfish question.", Wendy insisted.
"It's so weird seeing you sub like this Wendy.", Fhimra said, sipping Octavia's wine.
"I have been subbing since long before you were born.", Wendy informed her.
"I still find it odd.", Fhimra said, putting the fruit on the toothpick in her mouth between her multiple rows of teeth, chewing in a way that looked slightly disturbing.
"You'll get used to it.", Wendy assured her.
"I don't doubt that I will, but I still find it odd right now.", Fhimra insisted with a mouthful of the fruit from the toothpick.
"I'm thirsty.", Octavia whined like a child.
"You can drink anything that is nonalcoholic.", Wendy encouraged.
"I'm thirsty for alcohol.", Octavia pouted cutely.
"This is why I don't let you drink often, you just drink yourself blind and then you drunkenly wander off and end up in some random guy's bed the next morning, and then I have to find you and knock on the door to get you. I don't enjoy doing that.", Wendy told Octavia.
"I don't always end up in some guy's bed.", Octavia grumbled cutely.
"Sure it's not always a bed, sometimes it's a militia barracks, sometimes it's on the floor with some homeless guy, not always a bed.", Wendy quipped.
"A militia barracks?", Fhimra asked quietly.
"Yep, a militia barracks. Even sober Octavia is a massive slut, when she's drunk she will get herself fucked by an entire militia company if she gets the opportunity.", Wendy said with amused irritation.
"It's not nice to slut shame people Owner Wendy.", Octavia slurred unhappily.
"I'm not, I'm drunk shaming you. I'm actually really impressed by how much of a slut you are.", Wendy said facetiously.
"Actually I need the toilet…", Octavia slurred.
"Ok well you know where it is…"
"I peed myself…"
"Oh?"
"I'm still peeing myself Owner Wendy."
Wendy sighed.
"I'm still peeing myself…"
"How much pee was in you?"
"I hope it stops soon.", Octavia slurred worriedly.
Wendy inspected Octavia and saw a massive waterfall of yellow pee tinkling over the edge of her chair, the lower half of her dress more or less soaked.
"THIS is why I don't let you get drunk.", Wendy told Octavia in gentle annoyance.
"It's so hot on my legs…"
The catering staff were rushing over with paper towels and things, and Wendy and Fhimra helped the unsteady Octavia to her feet, she needed to get cleaned up and put to bed.
"What happened?", Mistress Lash asked in concern, walking towards them.
"Hi Mistress Lash!, I peed myself.", Octavia slurred with drunken excitement.
"She's drunk Mistress Lash.", Wendy submissively explained.
"Get her cleaned up and put to bed.", Mistress Lash quietly ordered with authority.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy agreed obediently and took Octavia away with Fhimra's help.
Wendy and Fhimra got Octavia out of sight into a lesser bathroom of the palace, and helped the unsteady woman strip out of her clothes, cleaning the urine off her with a wet wash cloth.
Octavia suddenly started to heave and they only just got her to a toilet in time, Wendy and Fhimra together holding back her hair as she puked.
"THIS is why I don't like you getting drunk.", Wendy lectured Octavia yet again.
"I didn't get drunk on purpose this time.", Octavia groaned into the toilet.
"I suppose not. I guess that's true enough this one time.", Wendy allowed, her tone softening.
"Ugh I feel horrible.", Octavia groaned into the toilet.
Octavia then suddenly heaved again followed by splashing sounds.
"Just get it all up if you can, we are right here.", Wendy soothed reassuringly.
Octavia continued to heave for a while, stinking up the bathroom slightly.
Fhimra rubbed Octavia's back reassuringly, looking at Octavia with loving devotion.
"What is going on with you two lately?", Wendy asked the two tickle slaves curiously.
"What do you mean?", Fhimra asked in confusion.
"The pair of you have gotten awfully close.", Wendy elaborated.
"We are girlfriends, Octavia is my girlfriend.", Fhimra replied.
"Like serious girlfriends?", Wendy asked in surprise.
"Yes.", Fhimra replied.
"You had better remember that you are both tickle slaves that I legally own, don't try to go running off to live together, you live in my dungeons.", Wendy warned sternly.
"We don't want to leave the dungeon or stop being tickle slaves, we just have a relationship.", Fhimra quickly promised.
"Tickle slaves for life huh?", Wendy asked suspiciously.
"Tickle slaves for life.", Fhimra agreed placatingly.
"Than all is well and I approve of your relationship Octavia and Fhimra.", Wendy encouraged in reconciliation for her earlier suspicions.
Octavia groaned weakly and pulled her face from the toilet, sitting weakly on the bathroom floor in the nude next to the toilet. Wendy inspected the chunky orange remains of Octavia's alcohol damaged stomach lining in the toilet and then flushed it away.
Fhimra cleaned the puke off Octavia's face and then ducked out to get Octavia's urine soaked clothes and the wet washcloth to the laundry. Wendy closed the toilet lid and sat on it next to Octavia, patting her hair as Octavia sat naked on the floor.
Octavia sat quietly enjoying having her hair patted like this, and the pair of them waited for Fhimra to return.
"I'm sorry Owner Wendy.", Octavia apologised quietly.
"It's ok.", Wendy reassured her.
"I hope Mistress Lash wasn't offended.", Octavia said quietly.
"If she was then you can just tell her you are sorry.", Wendy advised.
"I will.", Octavia quietly agreed.
"I missed you. This is nice.", Octavia told Wendy quietly.
"I won't be as busy now that the dating is over, we will see more of each other.", Wendy promised.
"I'm glad.", Octavia replied quietly.
Wendy kept patting her hair comfortingly.
"I love you.", Octavia added quietly.
"I love you too.", Wendy replied.
Wendy kept patting her hair.
Fhimra returned and together they got Octavia to pee and drink some water to prevent a hangover, then they got her into a slave bed in a quiet dungeon room to sleep it off, not chaining her just in case she needed to get someone in the night.
Octavia drifted off to sleep as the two of them patted her hair.
"She's out.", Wendy said to Fhimra.
"Like a light.", Fhimra agreed.
The pair of them quietly returned to the room with the Dominatrices, finding the party still going with another round of group gangsta poses for the camera.
Mistress Lash excused herself and approached Wendy and Fhimra.
Wendy submissively bowed her head and curtsied respectfully to Mistress Lash.
The dominant geisha looked absolutely majestic in her highly elaborate makeup and hairstyle and intricate kimono, her pose so graceful and disciplined, and Wendy felt submissive and small in her mere presence, pleasured greatly to feel this way.
"Is Octavia settled?", Mistress Lash asked quietly.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy replied submissively.
"Why was Octavia allowed to get so drunk?", Mistress Lash asked softly with icy authority.
"Because I failed to stop her Mistress Lash.", Wendy answered submissively.
"That is the correct answer.", Mistress Lash agreed with calm iciness.
"You will be punished.", Mistress Lash said very calmly in a voice of pure ice.
Wendy thrilled with delicious submission at these words.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy submissively agreed.
"Follow me submissive.", Mistress Lash said simply and gracefully turned in her beautiful kimono.
Wendy nervously followed the exquisite geisha, getting a wonderful kick of adrenaline at the thought of the unknown punishment she was about to receive.
"What should I do Mistress Lash?", Fhimra called uncertainly.
"You are not the one being punished, unless you want some. You can do as you like or you can follow me.", Mistress Lash said without even turning to look at her.
"I, I think I am ok just waiting over here.", Fhimra said like a fucking coward.
Wendy submissively followed Mistress Lash all the way to the entire group of culled finalists.
"We have been waiting for you you little slut.", Mistress Pain said with vindictive angry malice.
Wendy swallowed.
"My submissive here is in need of punishment. I would be honoured if you fine ladies would help me administer it.", Mistress Lash said silkily.
"Oh we would be *more* than happy to punish this little bitch…"
From her distant table Fhimra watched timidly as the air filled with the sounds of a woman being brutally whipped and beaten. Fhimra sipped Octavia's wine.
Yep, glad I didn't follow them…
***…
Wendy thrilled with masochistic pleasure as yet another tiny needle dug through her skin, followed by a tiny thin sewing thread through the hole.
"Stitch bondage is beautifully artistic if done just right.", Mistress Lash said serenely, digging the needle in again.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy agreed with slightly anxious submission, her arms and hands sewed to her torso with thousands of tiny stitches through her skin.
"I was actually talking to my apprentices, but I'm glad you also agree Wendy.", Mistress Lash said with a cruel smile.
Around Wendy and Mistress Lash were gathered all six of Mistress Lash's apprentice Dominatrices, all watching closely as their mentor delicately sewed Wendy's skin together very sadistically.
Wendy felt submissive as shit right now, silently worshipping Slaanesh as her flesh was cruelly sewn like this. Things were going really great so far.
Mistress Lash had moved in as Wendy's girlfriend a few days ago, but was still in the process of deciding exactly where she wanted to put all of her things, with many of her belongings currently stored in boxes in a hallway waiting for Mistress Lash to decide where she wanted to put each item.
Wendy's walk in wardrobe was half full of kimonos on clothes hangers now, the bra drawers contained both the large cups of Wendy's bras and the more modest sized cups of Mistress Lash's bras. The panty draw also had two separate sides now, not because they had hugely different sizes but because Wendy's slut pussy was unworthy of wearing Mistress Lash's majestic panties. The makeup table, already overloaded between Wendy and Octavia, now had rows and rows of geisha makeup to contend with.
This was just the reality of having a lover move in with you, especially a female lover. Women liked to own a lot of shit, and that shit all had to go places.
The bathroom had a new toothbrush naturally, and also had new scented geisha soaps, new skin care products, new shampoo specially formulated for Asian hair, new conditioner, new perfume, new weird little sponges, just all kinds of stuff. Don't even get Wendy started about the new Japanese toilet that sprays water up your bum!
All through the most personal places in the home was a lot of new weird geisha stuff. Entire shelves of folding fabric hand fans, decorative bits of cloth, stringed musical instruments, painting stands and canvases and art supplies. The small statue idols to the chaos gods were the most Asian thing Wendy had ever seen, especially the fat bellied jolly Nurgle statue with his big belly rubbed so much for luck that the otherwise green copper was shiny gold. The statue of Khorne in samurai armour holding weirdly elaborate Asian axes was also something different, Wendy had to admit.
Wendy had been with a lot of Asian women before, but few of them had leaned into it as much as Mistress Lash did as an obsessive geisha, she just looked at every aspect of her life and seemed to ask herself if she was doing it quite Asian enough. Wendy had never seen her even eat with a fork, Mistress Lash always used elegant lacquered chopsticks at every meal.
Mistress Lash now had access to some of Wendy's money but had yet to really buy much with it, but that shopping trip was coming, and when it did Wendy just knew that their home would be filled with all sorts of really weird shit.
Wendy didn't mind, she actually found it cute.
Wendy moaned in wonderful pain as the needle and thread went through her yearning masochistic flesh again with a new stitch, this was so sublime.
Wendy looked at Mistress Lash with hypnotic submissive worship, mesmerised by the kimono clad sadistic geisha.
Mistress Lash had now started taking high doses of rejuvenation drugs as Wendy's girlfriend, but they took a little while to really show their results. At the moment she was still a beautiful woman in her 40's, but that clock would start to wind back, rejuvenating her first to her thirties and then to her twenties, perhaps even back to her very late teens. Wendy herself hovered somewhere around her thirties with her regime of rejuvenation drugs, young enough to be sexy but just old enough to look slightly more authoritative at work. Octavia herself looked eternally 19 years old, dosed right to the maximum with rejuvenation drugs for Wendy's viewing pleasure.
Fhimra was too young to really need rejuvenation drugs yet, but Wendy dosed her with them anyway just to keep her young and beautiful. Wendy owned Fhimra as her slave and had the legal right to modify her body as she saw fit, eventually when she found the time Wendy would arrange plastic surgery for Fhimra to give her bigger tits and improve her sex appeal, but it wasn't really urgent. Mistress Lash would also need to give her permission for this as the new undisputed dominant boss of the household. Mistress Lash would probably say yes but she might refuse, and if so then Wendy would of course obey her.
Wendy's mind was wandering again, it was just so hard to empty her mind this early in a new relationship, she had so many things to think about. Work was a mess as always, the Wong Petrochemical Mafia Company was not filling out hydrocarbon supply form 10B properly, and no amount of either politely begging or rudely shouting at them seemed able to get them to do it properly. It was a massive pain in the ass because then Wendy had to chase up the fuel and have it weighed and measured by her own underlings just to correct the records. Wendy had better things to do at work than do work that others should have done already.
What the hell was Georgina Wong even doing with the bookwork over there?! How hard was it to put the correct numbers in the correct boxes on the 10B form?! Just because the form was 98 pages long didn't make it all *that* complicated surely?
For that matter who in their right mind had put Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Candy Johnson in charge of the janitorial department! Candy fucking Johnson, in charge of a department, what the hell was Wendy's mother thinking?! Yes it was preferable to have chaos champions in leadership positions, but not *that* dumb slut! The book keeping was even *worse* than Georgina Wong over at the Wong Mafia!
Why the hell did so much of Wendy's job involve chasing idiots over paperwork!
Wendy's mind stewed about the woes of her work as an administrative chaos champion trying to achieve flawless administrative order in the chaotic fucking forces of fucking chaos. It was almost as if these people *worshipped* chaos or something…
Wendy inwardly sighed. She wasn't paid as much as she was to do easy jobs. The fact was that in a faction where so many people were out of their fucking minds, those few people who could actually organise these lunatics into some semblance of order could almost name their salaries but would have a rotten fucking time doing their jobs. Plenty of people wanted Wendy's salary, but few indeed could actually do her job.
Pain brought Wendy's mind back to the present, in the hypnotic presence of Mistress Lash and her apprentices.
They were in a dungeon room, with Wendy laying submissively still on a soft carpet draped low wide table, with Mistress Lash very elegantly kneeling on her shins with perfect graceful posture beside Wendy on the low table, delicately stitching Wendy's flesh. Wendy couldn't move her arms or hands or even her fingers at all, the skin tightly sewn to her body, but Mistress Lash was stitching even more just to be perfect, leaving Wendy quite defenceless.
The Night Lord bodyguards were gone, redeployed now that Wendy's home wasn't filled with potentially untrustworthy Dominatrices who might murder or steal. Wendy naturally trusted her girlfriend Mistress Lash, and Mistress Lash herself vouched for the trustworthy behaviour of her own apprentices, making Wendy trust them too. The apprentices had not been exactly *gentle* to Wendy after all of the hurt feelings of the horrendously stressful dating race, but they hadn't *permanently* injured her with their wrath and hadn't stolen or done any other crimes.
The apprentices were half dressed as traditional Dominatrices in black fetish wear and the other half dressed as geishas in kimonos, with no apparent dress code so long as they looked professional and presentable in their role. They were all training to be professional Dominatrices but three of them also seemed to be further training to be geishas. All were members of the Lee Family Geisha Dominatrix Clan Guild, all loosely blood related to Mistress Lash as members of her clan and all of them mixed Japanese-Chinese with a touch of Korean, a distinctive ethnic group that traced it's roots back to some ancient Asian block empire in the 4th millennium Terra just before yet another of Terra's "world wars".
Galactic space was full of weird little colonies seeded by all sorts of short lived nations and empires and political philosophies. Almost as a rite of passage, during a certain period of history on Terra, every time some new small nation was carved out of bigger nations or a bunch of smaller nations were engulfed into a bigger nation, they seemingly *had* to celebrate this short lived achievement by sending a representative selection of their ideal citizens off to some floating rock as a new colony.
The Segmentum Solar near Terra was absolutely infested with weird little colonies that far outlived their home sponsors, with all sorts of racially blended or eugenically purified ethnic groups that were often found no where else, representing some country that had once existed for all of a few decades in the endlessly turning pages of history. Few outside of Tzeentch himself could even keep track of the full breadth of human history, and the first ten thousand years of space travel had been an especially silly and unstable period of eternally changing politics and borders.
Mistress Lash and her clan could trace a long line back to one of these absurdly pointless colonies, founded by like the six hundredth definitely-for-real-this-time Asian Prosperity Super Block, a nation that for all of about forty years existed, encompassing large fractions of China Japan and Korea as its territory. They had celebrated this achievement by using gene tech to selectively engineer their "ideal citizen" ethnic group blending their disparate citizen genomes together, making only a few specimens because gene tech was expensive, and bunged the result of this eugenic madness into a space ship to claim yet another rock to create the "perfect" society. (The super block then ceased to exist before the colony ship even arrived at its floating rock in space).
How a bunch of these many many times distant descendants from the colonist population of this particular ill advised colony had ended up in the forces of chaos was, of course, because the Night Lords had raided the colony for slaves and genetically pure children to serve as new Night Lord neophytes, back before even Wendy was born.
Night Lord aspiring champion sergeant Hamahoto Lee, a many centuries old Night Lord who was not a Sevenson but had ended up aligned to their warband by fleet politics, had been one of these children taken to be neophytes. Hamahoto the Night Lord had gathered a small harem of some of the female geisha slaves taken from his home colony, keeping them for his pleasure, and had fathered an entire clan of graceful geishas.
Hamahoto had been uncaring towards his sons, but had taken some interest in his many daughters, dictating who they could marry and how they should dress and behave. Cowering surviving slave men from the original colony were found by the terrifyingly brutal Hamahoto, and commanded on pain of death to marry his equally fearful daughters, so that Hamahoto got the pleasure of seeing his unique ethnic group and culture perpetuate in his presence.
That was so long ago now, ten generations of descendants at least, and the Lee clan had been "motivated" by Hamahoto to be very very careful in their breeding practices, with all sorts of short lived arranged marriages between the male and female clan members designed solely to produce genetically suitable children. Mistress Lash's much mentioned but never seen wife-beater of an ex husband was one such arranged marriage back when she was very young, the marriage lasting only long enough to produce the desired quota of babies for the insane bloodline obsession of Hamahoto.
The geisha-Dominatrix stuff was also largely pushed by Hamahoto, who seemed to be culturally obsessed with geishas who were Dominatrices. Some of these isolated colonies could be culturally pretty weird, especially if the original short lived nation that sent them was weird, and the galaxy could be quite a peculiar place with a lot of really odd stuff in these odd corners. Hamahoto's culture had clearly had a thing for women being dominant geishas who did a lot of really creative rope bondage, and Hamahoto seemed to regard this pursuit as highly respectable for his own daughters and granddaughters, (who simply hadn't dared to say no to the terrifying Night Lord).
The weirdness had then got weirder when the Lee Family Geisha Dominatrix Clan Guild got heavily into eugenics to selectively breed themselves to be the "perfect" Dominatrices, selectively breeding their members for dominance and sadism and empath traits, so that much of their behaviour was hardwired into their personalities from birth. Hamahoto had been delighted.
Mistress Lash was hardly the first Lee family member that Wendy had been romantically involved with. Fetter herself was a member of the clan, as had been Mistress Talon and a number of other former wives. The Lee's usually did well in the dating competitions whenever Wendy was single, having the selective breeding edge and considerable skills. They were just so hyper focused and specialised on a single profession, (under the "motivation" of Hamahoto), hundreds of years of accumulated experience passed down to successive generations of new apprentices. They just had every reason to do well.
Wendy didn't have any particular fetish for Asians in general, but she did like certain physical attributes as a preference. Wendy as a (European) Night Lord's daughter was about the whitest woman alive, her skin virtually untouched by any sunlight her entire life, her skin almost as white as a sheet of paper. Wendy as a result had a slight fascination with more pigmented skin, especially on a Dominatrix. Wendy as a submissive subconsciously associated being really white skinned with being submissive, and subconsciously associated more pigmented skin with dominance.
Wendy usually married women with olive skin, mostly Latino Dominatrices or Asian Dominatrices, she liked a bit of pigment but not too much. Wendy had had a few Black Dominatrix wives in the past, but she had been so overwhelmed by her instinctive submission to them that she had actually been slightly repelled. Yes it was racist, but Wendy seemed hardwired to associate darker skin with dominance and too dark with dominance to the point of distaste. Sexual attraction was a highly personal and subjective thing and wasn't always rational or sensible.
Asians and Latinos just tended to be in that sweet spot for Wendy, where the appearance of dominance from their skin tone was just perfect. Wendy also liked Dominatrices to have black hair as a preference, a trait also favouring Asians and Latinos. Mistress Lash with her jet black hair and delicious olive skin was just perfect for Wendy's tastes.
Fhimra the tickle slave was so discordant in skin colour that Wendy actually got a very neutral vibe from her, bits of her were black and bits of her were white, her skin didn't know what it was and Wendy got no strong dominance feel from her. The fact that Fhimra was submissive as shit probably didn't help either.
Octavia the tickle slave was a white girl, not as white as Wendy but still unmistakably white. Wendy naturally found Octavia's whiteness subconsciously submissive, which was fine for a tickle slave to be. Wendy had been submissive to Octavia for just over a decade of marriage, but Wendy's inherent subconscious racism wasn't *so* strong that she couldn't submit to a white woman. Wendy blinked at the realisation that she would sooner submit to a woman of any race so long as she wasn't black. That was so fucking racist! Am I a racist?, I don't think I am?, Am I?
"Are you even listening to me Wendy!", the dominant voice of Mistress Lash barked through Wendy's thoughts!
"I'm sorry Mistress Lash, my mind was a million miles away.", Wendy apologised immediately. Mistress Lash had obviously been talking to Wendy when she was spaced out.
"And where exactly was your mind?", Mistress Lash quietly demanded sternly.
"I think I might be racist Mistress Lash.", Wendy submissively explained, her arms and hands still stitched defenceless to her body.
The room full of Dominatrix Asians exchanged looks at this admission and hostile sneers filled their faces.
"You think that you are racist?", Mistress Lash repeated slowly, as though not believing her ears.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy submissively agreed.
"Is this little slut serious saying this at the mercy of Asian dommes?!", One of the apprentices said incredulously.
"I'm not racist against Asians, I think I'm racist against blacks.", Wendy quickly reassured.
"That doesn't make it better!"
"You are right Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress, but I can't help it Mistress.", Wendy apologised submissively.
"I think she is just talking shit deliberately to get a beating.", One of the apprentices said crossly, slapping a riding crop in her hand threateningly.
"I think you should explain yourself, and I think you should do it fast.", Mistress Lash told Wendy icily, picking up implements of pain.
"Yes Mistress Lash, I was just thinking, realising, that I'm not really sexually interested in submitting to black women, and I think that makes me a racist.", Wendy explained.
"I know some black dommes who would beat your ass blacker than theirs for those words!", an apprentice in terrifying Dominatrix fetish wear snapped with deliciously severe anger.
Wendy moaned at this wonderful dominant threat.
Mistress Lash silenced her apprentices with a gesture.
"I trust that you don't feel the same way about Asian Dominatrices…", Mistress Lash warned threateningly.
"Not at all Mistress Lash, I actually like Asian and Latino Dominatrices the most.", Wendy submissively admitted, swallowing nervously about how wrong this was going so fast.
"You seem awfully caught up about race you racist little slut!", An apprentice snapped.
"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry for being racist Mistress.", Wendy submissively apologised.
"That's quite alright Wendy. You can apologise to all the black professional Dominatrices in the entire fleet in person.", Mistress Lash said with icy sweetness.
"In person?", Wendy asked nervously.
"Why yes of course in person. I will use your hard earned money to book each of them one at a time for, say, half an hour each?, and you can apologise to them in person for being racist against black people.", Mistress Lash said sweetly with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Wendy swallowed.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy submissively agreed, going even paler than she was usually, thrilling all over with masochistic anticipation.
"I will explain to them that my submissive has no safe word and no limits whatsoever, I'm sure they will welcome your apology graciously.", Mistress Lash told Wendy softly.
Wendy felt so completely dominated right now that she almost orgasmed, by Slaanesh this was so fucking HOT!
"And if at the end you feel that you might still be racist, I'm sure they will all be happy to hear you apologise a second time. Maybe even a third?, As long as it takes really.", Mistress Lash told Wendy sweetly.
"I completely adore you Mistress Lash.", Wendy said in awe of her sadism and strictness.
"I am known to be adorable.", Mistress Lash replied with delicious softly worded dominant arrogance.
Wendy moaned, so smitten by this.
"Your cheeky little slut is going to wish she was never born Lash.", one of the apprentices told her mentor with sadistic glee.
"I can't imagine what you are talking about, as if those distinguished dommes would hurt a hair on Wendy's head, especially not the ones who got culled from the race on the very first day, presumably for being black. I'm sure they will be completely gentle to dear Wendy here.", Mistress Lash purred silkily.
"In fact, let me call Mistress Ebony right now and see if she has time in her schedule to come over tonight for a half hour session. We have Wendy all stitched up for her too, just the perfect position for apologising to a black Dominatrix for being a racist.", Mistress Lash added sweetly, picking up a vox phone.
Wendy gulped, wondering if even her own Slaaneshi masochism would be enough to take pleasure from the amount of pain that would be soon coming her way.
Mistress Lash was absolutely PERFECT!
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