Chapter 22: Mistress B

While I wait for the next test of my total submission to the Dominas-Kongress ... or DK ... regime, I remind myself that before I left England, I agreed to everything that has happened to me so far. My earlier concerns have been replaced by an acceptance that Mistress Matilda went through the terms and conditions of my sixteen day ‘holiday’ in Tenerife several times before I left Foxglove Hall. Even the possibility of a change of venue was mentioned, although I was guilty of glossing over that possibility. I also recall the clause ... which I ignored at the time ... that said Mistress Hildebrand could assign her part of the agreement to another mistress. Which, of course, is precisely what she has done.

Above all, I was warned that these two weeks would thoroughly test my devotion to the life of a submissive slave. I was given the option of refusing, but I elected to come. I can’t deny that my willingness to submit and obey has been vigorously tested ... and I’m only on my second day here. I can easily see how any submissive who is less than totally committed to this lifestyle will choose to walk away from the regime. Only those truly dedicated to the strict regime are allowed to stay. Señorita Maria said that some slaves abandon the Dominas-Kongress rather than spend more time in Mistress Claudia’s clutches. After being the cause of Mistress Claudia losing a high-stakes bet with Mistress Matilda, I feel as though I’m being targeted for extra harsh treatment. And yet, the whole pseudo-dungeon in which I’m imprisoned has a holiday feel to it. The sleeping accommodation is comfortable, if highly unusual, and I’ve no complaints about the food. The other slaves are friendly, and the Señoritas who handle our training are strict but not cruel.

My only lingering worry is the risk of becoming pregnant. Mistress Matilda promised that only women would be involved in my training as a sex slave. I now realise that her definition of training didn’t include servicing clients wanting sex with me. Which is something I agreed to allow when I accepted the status of a sex slave. My previous client was dressed as a gimp in a leather hood, belt and trousers. Although he fucked me in my cunt, I was in full control and it was easy for me to withdraw before he could shoot his cum inside me. I realise that I may not be in the same position again. However, I wonder whether Mistress Claudia is playing mind games with me. The Dominas-Kongress has no room for pregnant slaves, and anyone who becomes pregnant is discharged. But it seems counter-productive to deliberately expose a slave to the risk of pregnancy given the difficulty in replacing anyone who leaves the regime. Of course, in my case, Mistress Claudia may simply be trying to get revenge on Mistress Matilda for the lost bet, and I’m the hapless pawn in their game. I wish I could get a message to Mistress Matilda and let her know what has happened.

My musing is brought to an abrupt end when the client I’m expecting arrives. I feel a brief ... very brief ... wave of relief when I realise my client is a woman. However that’s the only positive about the mountain of a woman who enters the room. She looks capable of wrestling a grizzly bear and coming out on top. She speaks to me in a language I’ve never heard before.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I only speak English, and a little French and German,” I reply to her initial words.

My confession doesn’t seem to surprise the woman and she switches into halting English.

“Me Mistress Blagorodna, you Robinya,” says the woman.

“No, Mistress. I’m Laura. Slave Laura.”

“Idiot-sko momiche! Yes, idiot girl. You Robinya ... means you Slave.”

I’m off to a rocky start with Mistress B ... I can neither remember nor pronounce her name. Guessing that I need to do something to salvage the situation, I sink to my knees, bow my head, and clasp my hands behind me.

“Sorry Mistress. Yes, I’m Robinya Laura. How may a please you?”

I discover over the next hour that there are many things I must do to please Mistress B. She has come equipped with a variety of toys which she puts to good use. Firstly she has me present myself in various submissive positions, including the ones Condesa has just taught me. Mistress B has a riding crop stored in her kit which she uses on my arse every time I make a mistake. It doesn’t help that her pronunciation of the position names is sometimes difficult to understand. However, most errors are entirely my own fault. I’m expected to be able to adopt fifteen submissive positions, including the four positions I’ve been taught today. They’re too new to me to be second nature, so I invariably make mistakes. A wallop on my arse from Mistress B’s crop encourages me to do better.