Chapter 13: The Wager

Giorgi and I are competing against Michelle and Helen in the last task. Both Giorgi and I need to score points, and one of us needs to come first. There’s a mathematical chance of us winning the challenge with three points for a second and third place, providing the Michelle is the one who comes in last, thereby forfeiting the three points she gained in task one. Having seen Michelle in action, I doubt that will happen.

Task five is a race to remove the harness and restraints from one of four dummies and lay out the items on a sheet in front of the dummy. We are each given a bunch of keys to unlock the numerous padlocks adorning the dummy. Matching keys and locks is the hard part, but laying out the removed items tidily also forms part of the task. It’s all a lot of fun, but Michelle is the winner and Giorgi is placed last, leaving our team soundly defeated.

The remaining seven challenges scheduled for today continue about fortyfive minutes apart until late afternoon. The tasks are difficult, but not impossible. My lack of experience tells on several of the challenges, but I’m generally please with my performance. The constantly rotating teams makes it hard to keep track of each competitor’s ranking without the aid of a computer. Only the Warden and mistresses know the current ranking of each submissive. The final nine challenges will be run tomorrow.

“You’ve impressed several mistresses today,” complements Mistress Matilda when we are back in our suite. “Keep up that performance and you could end up in the top three competitors. That would be an excellent result for a firsttimer.”

“I will do my best, Mistress,” I reply.

“Obviously I would like you to win, but I’m realistic enough to know how hard many of those challenges are for a newcomer. I can wait until next time for us to achieve first prize. Now, go and take a shower and prepare for tonight’s dinner. You will wear your hotpant outfit tonight.”

I change into my dressing gown to make the trip to the bathroom. As before, it’s already occupied by Helen and Michelle. I ignore their lustful stares as I take a much needed shower.

“No Heidi tonight?” asks Michelle.

“Not yet,” replies Helen. “She didn’t perform very well today. Mistress Hildebrand is probably giving her a taste of her new riding crop. I expect Heidi will be in here later to cool off her arse.”

“Do your Mistresses subject you to corporal punishment?” I ask Helen and Michelle.

“Not mine,” laughs Michelle. “Her dungeon is punishment enough to keep me in line.”

“Mine likes to put me over her knee and paddle my arse,” confesses Helen. “What about yours, Laura?”

“No. She’s not had occasion to do that ... yet. We’ve only been together since New Year. I’ve never done this sort of thing before.”

“You must be a natural then,” laughs Michelle. “You seem so comfortable with the whole domsub lifestyle. It takes most of us a year or more to adapt.”

As much as I would like to stay and talk, I’m mindful of Mistress Matilda’s instructions. I complete my ablutions and return to our suite. I promptly change into the hotpant outfit Mistress wants me to wear. My thighlength boots complete the outfit. I stand in the required position and wait patiently in the living area for Mistress to complete her own preparations.

For the first time since the guests arrived yesterday, Mistress Matilda is dressed in something sexy. Her low cut blouse and tight leather trousers highlight her curves perfectly. When we join the others, I see that the other mistresses have likewise abandoned their grey suits. Tonight is clearly partytime.

When go through to the living room on the ground floor. I soon realise that while it is partytime for the mistresses, the rest of us are providing the entertainment. The dinner comprises of the mistresses dining at a huge round table, with their respective Sub kneeling on a cushion on the floor beside them. The five course meal lasts nearly two hours, during which time each mistress either feeds her Sub titbits from her own plate, or has their Sub eat from a bowl on the floor like a dog. Mistress Matilda has a servant deliver a bowl of food for me. It’s difficult to eat in this fashion, but I’m determined not to embarrass Mistress by slopping my food. Franz and Cassie either side of me aren’t so careful.