Chapter 8 - The Presentation
Mistresses Rosie, Amy and Jennie finished decorating the hall just ten
minutes before the guests were scheduled to arrive. Although she easily could
have assigned the task to the house staff, Mistress Jennie wanted the hall to
have that "special something" that only comes from doing it yourself.
The women stood silently admiring the hall. It looked quite festive.
Banners reading "Congratulations Susan and Jennie!" lined the walls, and twisted
black and white crepe paper streamers bounced from one chandelier to another.
The folding chairs were evenly spaced in front of the stage, which was
deceptively quiet. A solitary podium stood center stage in front of the closed
stage curtains with three ornate oak chairs placed immediately to the left.
Three sets of beautiful French doors graced the East end of the hall,
farthest from the stage. The doors were lead crystal and provided a panoramic
view of the front gardens. Mistress Jennie nudged the others and pointed to a
black limousine pulling into the circular drive.
"That must be Mistress Christen, the head of the regional chapter. Time
to get your dates, ladies. Johnson, the doorman, can arrange to have them
brought up from the holding pen." Mistress Jennie said motioning to the
telephone.
As Mistress Amy phoned the doorman, Mistress Jennie went out to greet
Mistress Christen personally.
"Mistress Christen, we're so honored that you could make it." Mistress
Jennie said with open arms.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world." Mistress Jennie replied as she
got out of the limousine and hugged Mistress Jennie.
"What, you didn't bring an escort?" Mistress Jennie said with an
exaggerated frown.
"Unfortunately, I can't stay the night, so I gave him the night off.
Right now, he's strapped to my four-poster - probably watching HBO." Mistress
Christen explained.
Mistress Jennie escorted Mistress Christen into the hall. The wait
staff was quick to bring two flutes of champagne on a sterling silver tray. As
Mistresses Jennie and Christen exchanged compliments, the slaves of Mistresses
Amy and Rosie were brought up from the basement holding pen by two house boys,
and their leashes were tied to two eye bolts in a dark corner of the hall.
By a quarter past the hour, eight slaves were leashed to eye bolts in
various corners of the hall, and all of the Mistresses were present except for
Susan. Each Mistress in attendance had taken great pleasure in dressing up her
slave for the occasion, and no two slaves were dressed alike. Mistress Amy had
dressed her slave like a pony boy. He had a tall feathered headdress, a bit
gag, blinders and a severe leather harness that included a leather pouch for his
genitals and straps that passed through D-rings attached to a single leather
glove encasing his arms behind him. He looked nervous and confused. Of course,
the blinders made certain he stayed that way, forcing him to completely turn in
any direction that he wanted to see.
Mistress Rosie's slave was bound in chains, blindfolded and ball gagged.
His wrists were held together in front of him by connected shackles, and a chain
was wrapped tightly around his torso keeping his wrists in place. Similarly,
his ankles were bound by shackles that were connected by an 18 inch chain,
forcing him to take tiny steps when he was lead by his Mistress. A larger
shackle was loosely fitted to his neck, and a chain fastening his neck shackle
to an eye bolt in the wall prevented him from wandering too far.
Another guest brought a slave dressed as a woman bound in rope. Yet
another guest dressed her slave as a mental patient complete with straight
jacket and institutional restraints. Still another guest wrapped her slave in
plastic wrap that was wound so tightly about his body that he needed to be
brought into the hall on a mover's dolly. Even though the slaves were all
uniquely dressed, the guests intentionally ignored them. Instead, the
Mistresses focused on each other and exchanged compliments for the creativity
and originality of the elaborate costumes. The mistresses themselves were all
dressed in the same enticingly evil uniforms.
Finally, at 8:30, Susan arrived. She was dressed in a leather corset
and black satin dress like the other Mistresses. She wore 5-inch black stiletto
heels, elbow length opera gloves and fishnet stockings. She also wore a sullen
expression that suggested an inner hatred and possibly an unforgettable loss.
One by one, the Mistresses took turns congratulating Mistress Susan on
her first year's accomplishments, just as they had congratulated Mistress Jennie
prior to Mistress Susan's arrival. Mistress Susan took the comments seriously
and indicated how devoted she was to the sorority, almost as though she had
recently reaffirmed her efforts to excel in the sorority.
After about a half hour of mingling and drinking, a servant walked to
the center of the hall and rang a small bell to signify the beginning of the
evening's presentations. Slowly, all of the guests moved to the folding chairs
in front of the stage. Mistresses Christen, Jennie and Susan sat in the oak
chairs on stage next to the podium.
While the guests were taking their seats, several members of the wait
staff began to lead the slaves from the hall. Once all of the slaves were
removed from the hall, all of the doors to the hall were sealed, and the lights
were dimmed except for the stage lighting.
Mistress Jennie rose and approached the podium. After testing the
microphone, she began the program.
"I'd like to thank everyone for attending this year's annual
Beta-Delta-Sigma-Mu Advancement Ball. In accordance with the sorority by-laws,
the junior sisters, namely Mistress Susan and I, coordinated the event.
Mistress Susan provided the decorations and beverages, and I provided the
location. I'd like to take this opportunity to warmly welcome everyone to my
house. If you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask any of the
servants for assistance."
"With that, I'd like to introduce a most distinguished member of our
sorority. She has been with us for five years, and she is the head of the
regional chapter. Even though she has had five full-time slaves during her
tenure, she has been gracious enough to grant us her undivided attention this
evening, leaving her slave at home, longing for her return, no doubt. Without
further delay, Mistress Christen."
The audience, though small, provided an enthusiastic round of applause
for Mistress Christen as she rose from her seat and approached the podium.
"Thank you Mistress Jennie." She began.
"Every year, the sisterhood celebrates the advancement of the junior
members of our sorority. This advancement signifies the sorority's full
acceptance of the members and signifies each sister's vow to dominate all men.
As a symbol of your place in the sorority, I am pleased to present each of you,
Jennie and Susan, with a solid gold medallion of supremacy."
Mistress Christen then picked up two small boxes from within the podium
and removed the medallions. She walked over to the seated honorees and placed a
medallion around the neck of each. She then stepped aside and began clapping.
A look of pride came over Mistresses Jennie and Susan, and Susan smiled her
first genuine smile of the evening. Mistress Susan then stood and took the
podium as the applause trailed off.
"This is such an honor." She began and looked down thoughtfully down at
the podium.
Looking up, she continued.
"As many who came before me, I vow on this night to dominate all men.
Tonight's ceremony gives me a strength and resolve that I've never felt before
in my life. I feel invincible. But it hasn't always been that way." Mistress
Susan said, pausing.
"I have occasionally questioned my superiority. As recently as
yesterday evening, I had one such lapse in judgment. As many of you know, I was
in a traditional relationship for years before discovering the sisterhood.
Although the end of that relationship served to awaken the dominant within me, I
still have strong feelings for the male who was my partner."
"Last night, in a moment of doubt, I asked my former lover to meet me
before this evening's event. I thought that by seeing him once more, I could
better decide whether I was truly dominant and worthy of the honor bestowed on
my tonight. If I saw him and wanted to be his equal, I decided that I would
skip tonight's affair and rejoin the world of the ordinary. If I saw him and
still felt dominant, however, I planned to bring him here as my first conquest."
Mistress Susan paused.
"Fortunately, the male was too weak to honor his commitment, thereby
revealing the truth to me. Men are no better than pets who don't come when you
call them, and such pets must be trained to have respect."
The audience howled.
"He may not be my conquest tonight, but due to his lack of respect, I
will have him yet. As in a conventional relationship, I will have him until
death do us part, but that will be the only conventional aspect of our
relationship."
The audience cheered again.
"Thank you all for enlightening and accepting me." Susan said
sincerely. Then she raised her medallion in the air with her right hand and
shouted the sorority slogan with the audience echoing each word.
"Hunt! Capture! Dominate!"
With that, Mistress Susan turned to Mistress Jennie, smiled a broad
smile and returned to her seat as Mistress Jennie took to the podium.
"First, I'd like to express my gratitude to the sorority for tonight's
honor, and I too would like to relate a personal story."
"As many of you may know, Mistress Susan and I are roommates on campus.
Last night, as I was fading off to sleep, I overheard Mistress Susan's
invitation to the dog that she just spoke of."
Susan's eyebrows raised in surprise, and she leaned forward in her seat
in anticipation of the rest of the story.
"I sensed her momentary self-doubt, but knew the strength that she
harbored within. Although it was extremely presumptuous of me, I decided to
give her a gift that might help her acknowledge her feminine superiority. I had
no idea that she was considering passing up tonight's honor, but I'm thrilled
that I had a small role to play in helping her decide to attend."
With that, Mistress Jennie removed the remote control from the podium
and used it to open the curtains. As the shadow of the curtains slowly revealed
the uncomfortable predicaments of Ross and Scott, Susan's jaw dropped, and a
ripple of "ooh's" and "ahh's" rolled through the audience.
"I apologize for taking some of the challenge out of it for you,
Mistress Susan, but in honor of your advancement tonight, I am pleased to
present you with this heartfelt gift. Even though I truly believe that this
gift is beneath you, I hope that you enjoy it."
With that Mistress Jennie stepped away from the podium, and the audience
began applauding with unbridled enthusiasm. The applause seemed to last
forever.
Susan sat stunned
Once the applause began to subside, Mistress Jennie leaned back toward
the podium microphone and announced that drinks would be available throughout
the evening, and that all of the guests were welcome to spend the night.
"Anyone who wishes to stay the night may inform any member of the house
staff, and your escorts will be taken to your room." Mistress Jennie announced.
"I'm certain that the accommodations will be acceptable, as every room is fully
equipped."
Ross watched helplessly as the lights were raised, and the guests began
to mingle amongst themselves. Mistress Susan motioned for Mistress Jennie to
meet her at the corner of the stage. They were too far away for Ross to hear
the conversation. Near the end of the discussion, Mistress Susan caught Ross'
eyes as she shrugged nonchalantely, as though to say "What the hell", and
Mistresses Jennie and Susan began to mingle with the guests at the far end of
the room. Every now and then, Mistress Susan would look up to the stage display
with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.
As the guests engaged in their post ceremony conversations, several
guests, including Mistresses Rosie and Amy, made their way to the edge of the
stage to admire the display.
"We helped set him up." Mistress Rosie said with pride.
"Were you involved in the capture?" asked one of the guests.
"No, we just got to set up the display." said Mistress Amy.
"Nice job, anyway." admired the guest.
"Thanks. We positioned the one on the saw horse, but other one is
nicely displayed, as well. Too bad we can't see his face." Mistress Rosie
said.
Ross was humiliated. He and Scott were on display, and they were being
treated as though they were property... and stolen property, at that.
As the group of mistresses stood on the floor in front of the stage
admiring Ross and Scott's predicament, Ross heard a rustling behind him. He
turned his head as far as he could, straining to see Scott and what was
happening, but the stock's prevented him from getting a clear view. Suddenly,
Ross's world went dark as a hood was placed over his head and secured at his
neck.
Ross could feel his bonds being unfastened from the sawhorse, but it was
impossible to attempt an escape. His neck and wrists were still securely held
by the stocks. His ankles were still hobbled by the two foot chain, and he
could see only darkness. Ross felt a leash being attached to the front of the
stocks, and a tug toward the back of the stage.
As he was being lead from the stage, Ross relied on his hearing to
assess the situation. From the whir of the electric winch and the jingle of
buckles coming from Scott's direction, Ross assumed they were being taken to
another part of the house. He was right, but as they reached the bottom of the
back steps, Ross realized that Scott's footsteps were fading away. They were
each being lead to a different place, and Ross wondered if he's ever see Scott
again.
