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Collected by Djian
update sep. 2007
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=341953&page=submissions"
Mistress Melissa Is Broken
by TheDarkCloud©
For some years Mistress Melissa and Master Anton were noted as the prime proponents of domination and humiliation videos. They would film them dominating porn actresses, degrading them, fucking them and doing all sorts of perversions with them. They were the strongest films legally available and they quickly established a loyal and expanding fan base. Their business grew exponentially and soon the money was rolling in and there was always a willing slut with the amounts they paid to film their debasement.
But not everyone was aware that Melissa and Anton were partners, both in business and in love. Their shared love of sadism and domination drew them together and they immediately were attracted to the others power and kinkiness. And Mistress Melissa was definitely sadistic and kinky. It was no act for the camera. Originally from France and still retaining a definite trace of her European accent despite her years in the American porn industry, Melissa was a fetishists dream. She was statuesque at 5'9" and had a slim, almost angular body, with long, silky, dark hair that cascaded down her back and cruel, mocking, dark eyes. She loved what she did, how could she not love torturing and tormenting dumb American sluts on camera? And making big money from it. She especially relished that perfect moment when the dumb bitch realised that for all her claims that she could handle Mistress or Master's punishment, that they couldn't and their eyes appealed for mercy. That was Melissa's perfect moment and her next spank, or lash or whatever would be the hardest. She lived for reducing wannabes to floods of tears.
Master Anton was as cruel but was perhaps more business like in his ministrations. Knowing that he had to do what would draw the punters to buy the tape, whereas his partner seemed to settle for pleasuring herself first and hoping the viewers would like what she did. And they generally did. He was a big man, 6'2" and a muscular, tanned, hairy 250lbs and at 42 was a whole 13 years older than his partner.
But like most good things in the industry it did not last. Anton decided that Melissa was getting a little too over the top and some of the stuff she was doing was getting beyond what he could film and sell. She didn't take his thoughts well, no one told her what to do and it led to a huge blow up argument that finished their personal relationship for ever. It was nasty, real nasty, she was violent to him and he just took it, holding her off and trying to ignore her furious tirade of insults, some of which were too personal. Their business partnership did not last much longer, they tried as it was a good thing and each brought good things too it but within three months they split their business in two and set up their own separate companies and almost immediately were in direct competition in the same market place.
Melissa really should have cleaned up but despite her undoubted talent for dishing out the most imaginatively cruel punishment she had no head for business and was not the type to listen to anyone. Whereas before Master Anton had handled all the business and financial aspects of their business now she let them slide and despite impressive sales for the first year her company was making a total mess of her taxes and payments. Then she overstepped the mark while making a BDSM movie with a model, going too far and a lawsuit resulted due to Melissa breaking what she had agreed to do in the contract. After wasting a lot of money on lawyers bills she settled out of court, days later she was hit by a huge tax bill that she had no way of meeting and was faced with the very real prospect of going to jail due to her non-payment. Certainly the establishment would not be sorry, with the ultra conservative government in place, examples in the porn industry were being hounded and they didn't care how they nailed them just that they nailed them.
Put in clear, simple terms if she did not pay $50,000 back to the Inland Revenue Service within 30 days she was headed to the slammer and she knew once she was unable to work because she was in prison there would be no way for her to be able to make the money she needed to even consider paying them back.
Master Anton heard of his once partner, now fierce rivals plight and had no sympathy for her. He only felt contempt and hatred for the woman now. Still, the whole situation set his inventive mind turning and a mere three days before Mistress Melissa would have to pay the cash, and with only $20,000 cash to her name to offer, Master Anton made a visit to her, increasingly despondent and deserted (she had sold everything she could to attempt to raise cash) premises.
Seeing him standing in her foyer she was overcome with rage and confronted him immediately.
"What do you want you bastard? Come here to fucking gloat have you? Well you can fuck off! Go on fucking get out you cunt! Go back to that skank you've taken up with (Anton had soon teamed up with a new Mistress, Kelly who Melissa quickly came to hate with a deep passion)."
Anton smiled his infuriatingly patient smile at her and spoke evenly to her.
"I've come here to offer you the money you need to save your ass."
Whatever she had expected it had not been that and with the wind temporarily taken from her sails he pressed on.
"That's right Melissa, I know you're in a mess and I've come here to offer you a way of keeping yourself out of jail."
She eyed him suspiciously and spoke guardedly back.
"What do you mean? Why would you help me? Old times sake? I don't think so!"
"No, I want something from you all right. I want you to sign this contract. Here take it, read it. Basically, it's a contract that says you agree to make one hardcore BDSM movie for my company. No limits, as extreme as I want, what I say goes, I'm the director, you are nothing more than the submissive star to be broken. For that you get the sum of $30,000 immediately to pay your outstanding debt and save yourself from jail. The offer closes when I close the door on my way out of this office so what do you say?"
She looked at him incredulously. He couldn't be serious. But in her heart she knew that he undoubtedly was. She was such a proud dominant woman herself. No man had ever come close to dominating or bossing her, she was superior and let all men know it. The prospect of allowing her former partner, who she shared such a mutual hatred for, to dominate her willingly was totally unacceptable to her. No, she could not do this. But she could hardly afford to go to prison either. She watched unspeaking as Anton opened the silver briefcase he had brought with him to actually show her the cash in thick, crisp bundles. She picked up the contract and tried to concentrate on reading it but she couldn't and was hardly able to read the first few sentences before her eyes went back to the briefcase.
"But, I'm not a..."
"No buts Melissa. This is not negotiable. You sign up and become a submissive girly just like all those ones you have destroyed over all these years and let me do whatever I want with you."
She bit her lip and tried to think clearly, knowing that which ever option she chose she would regret for the rest of her life. She was out of ways to raise the cash she needed herself and knew this offer would be her only way to pay the bill. Prison scared her more than she would admit. She was so used to being strong and in control and didn't know how she would cope when that control was taken away from her. In the end it was that fear that made her sign the contract under Anton's mocking gaze. He gave her one copy then locked the case and took it with him.
"You'll get this at the end of tomorrow, we'll shoot the film then, be at my studio at 8am and you'd better be ready for the worst day in your miserable life bitch!"
For the first time in her life Mistress Melissa was genuinely worried about a man...
*
Melissa arrived at the studio at the prescribed time the next morning to be left waiting for ten minutes in the reception. She hated being kept waiting and normally would never stand for it but Anton was obviously doing it just to wind her up, another small example of her collapse of status. She had never been a patient woman and after the ten minutes she was standing in the foyer just about ready to explode, she was unconsciously tapping both her fingers and toes and was ready to snap at the first person she saw but she also knew that she couldn't. God it was so fucking frustrating!
Anton came sauntering down the hallway to greet her, his face a mask of joy and victory, especially when he saw the hard look of vicious anger that was painted across Melissa's face.
"You can take that look off your face bitch., if I want to make you wait then I will. I'm in charge today and we both know it so deal with it. Besides which if the worst that happens to you today is being made to wait a while then you'll be bloody lucky. Now follow me."
Damn, she hated to do what the smug bastard told her, she wished that there was some other way out of the mess she was in. She trailed him reluctantly into the bowels of the building and felt her stomach leap and turn at the thought of what she had signed up to. This was it, this would change her and they both knew it, it was bad enough but the fact it was him that would do it ate her up. She scowled at his back and right then if she had a knife she would have plunged it between his shoulder blades. They stopped outside a room and he showed her in, it was a tiny, cramped dressing room and as he turned on the overhead bulb he spoke dismissively to her.
"Get dressed in here Melissa, there's an outfit in the wardrobe we want you to wear, as soon as you're in it get across the corridor and we can start work. And don't stall I've got a tonne of stuff lined up, right!"
He left her alone in the room and, with her arms defensively crossed over her chest, she surveyed her surroundings. It was pretty bleak - a cold, empty room with just a wooden bench and a couple of clothes hooks, from one hung a large clothing hanger. She took off her raincoat and picked up the bundle to examine what he wanted her to wear for this. At first she was surprised when she saw it was a black PVC cat suit almost identical to the ones she wore in her own Dominatrix videos. Briefly, hope flickered in her hard heart, maybe, just maybe, he was going to let her talents loose in what she was good at -namely breaking young, dumb sluts on camera! She hurried out of her own clothes and dressed her stunning, slim figure in the tight cat suit and high heels provided for her and walked over to Anton's with a swagger that she barely felt.
That confidence disappeared almost as soon as she entered his set. There were only him (now changed into his trademark leather mask and chain vest) and his new love, the hated Mistress Kelly. Kelly was everything that Melissa despised, she was short, blonde, had massive breasts and was squeezed into an almost identical outfit to that which adorned Melissa. She also was staring at Melissa like a predator and meaningfully stroking her hand with a cruel looking riding crop.
As Melissa stepped into the room Anton approached and made sure once again she knew what was expected of her for her fee.
"Remember Melissa, you do everything I say, everything! To the absolute letter, whatever I instruct. That contract is watertight and if you fail to obey me even once then I will take great pleasure in ripping it up and not paying you a dime. Understand?"
Melissa nodded curtly and still glared daggers at the man.
"Good. Kelly? Get the cameramen in here and lets get started we got a whole lot of fun to have."
Two men appeared and began to film the scene as it unfolded before them. Both Anton and Kelly stood in front of Melissa and a stare down seemed to be in place. Anton broke it to turn to the camera nearest him.
"Good day ladies and gentlemen viewing this, wherever you may be. Today is indeed a very special day because the dumb fucking slut that we are going to dominate and degrade for your viewing pleasure should be very well known to you."
He stood back as the camera focussed on the entire length of Melissa's cat suit clad body.
"She needs no introduction as I'm sure you will all recognise her as the Queen of Cruel, Mistress Melissa! But tonight she is going to be taught a valuable lesson. Tonight you are not a Domme are you Mel? Tonight you are my bitch, tell the viewers, tell them what you are."
It took quite the effort for the proud, arrogant Dominatrix to face up to the camera, her two tormentors just in front of her and admit.
"I am Master Anton's bitch."
He smiled cruelly at her and took a firm grip of her raven hair, snarling at her.
"Yeah, you fucking are bitch! But you're also Mistress Kelly's bitch as well, right! Her word carries as much weight as mine now and you'd better obey her as well. Understand?"
God, it stuck in Melissa's throat to agree to this development, she knew she was twice the dominant that that stupid, fat, blonde bimbo was. She wanted to spit in their faces and tell them to go fuck themselves but staring into Anton's eyes she knew he would derive as much pleasure from ditching the contract and sending her on her path to jail. Stifling her anger she nodded curtly that she agreed. She wasn't expecting Kelly to slap her hard across her cheek and push her back.
"Well then slut, tell me you are my bitch as well. Come on tell me!"
Melissa held her cheek and stared daggers at the blonde but managed to say the words.
"Yes Mistress Kelly, I'm your bitch too."
"Damn right you are bitch. But I want to know why you are wearing a Mistresses outfit. A dumb slut like you doesn't get to wear anything far less something like that! So get it off, get naked for us."
To the watching viewer Kelly's voice would hold ill disguised danger and anger but Melissa was not unduly worried, Master Anton may be a different matter, she had seen him at work before but she held no concern for this stupid little novice. Still as she peeled off her shiny, tight cat suit she realised why they had made her wear it, so that symbolically she was submitting to them from her previous role as Dominatrix on all her previous films. It was a grim realisation for her. She finally stood before them naked and showing as much defiance as she could manage. Anton placed his powerful hands on her bare shoulders and pushed her to her knees before them.
"Pay proper homage to your new Mistress! Get on your knees and kiss her feet! Now!"
His voice was every bit as harsh and demanding as she had ever heard it and with one final, defiant glance at him she unwillingly lowered herself down and puckered up to kiss the tip of Kelly's pointed black, thigh high boots. She burned with shame at having done it and actually felt an ache go through her like she was losing something of herself by doing this. But she was committed now and she was realising there was no way back.
"What the fuck do you call that, bitch?" screeched Kelly in a voice that sounded dangerously out of control.
Melissa then felt Anton's powerful hands in her long, dark hair, pushing her head down into the boot again and him snarling at her.
"You should fucking know better Melissa, you've had it done to you enough times! Get fucking down there and kiss the whole fucking boot!"
He roughly shoved her head down into the foot and reluctantly she did as ordered, but that wasn't going to be enough for them, not by a long chalk.
"Yeah Anton, " barked Kelly, "But she's going to have to clean the whole thing, I want to see the dumb slut lick every inch, every fucking inch. Tell her to start on the soles, I was sure to wear them when I walked over this morning, you know when I came across the park next to my house, the one all the dog owners take their animals to first thing in the morning. God it's like a minefield crossing that!"
Kelly angled her boot up to give Melissa a perfect close up view of her sole and she was horrified to see that the blonde was not joking, it was a mess. As Melissa contemplated this degradation she was swiftly pulled from it.
"Not yet Mel, got something else for your dumb mouth to do before it gets messed up!" said Master Anton as he again gripped her long hair and jerked her head up to his crotch level. There she was greeted by his stiff, erect cock.
Melissa hated oral sex, it was an act that men did not deserve she felt and she was about to find out exactly how much she hated it! She could not prevent her mouth pursing open as he hauled her up and with little warning he jammed his cock into her surprised mouth. Kelly was not without something to do though as she came around behind the kneeling former Mistress and placed her hands on the back of her head and roughly rocked her head back and forward on Anton's cock.
Initially Melissa thought she would be able to handle it, she had seen and forced countless brainless American bimbos to do it in the past, and much harder than this. But the fact that Melissa had no experience taking cock in her mouth counted badly against her. She couldn't get her breathing right, she was gagging almost immediately and didn't know how to cope with Kelly's efforts behind on her head. Within a few more seconds she was retching and gagging and she felt her breakfast swiftly make it's way to the surface and she puked it up along the length of his cock and it dripped humiliatingly from her chin to the floor.
Anton and Kelly stood back and allowed Melissa to flop to her hands and knees and drool bile and spit as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Oh how they laughed as the toughest, nastiest bitch in video domination coughed and spluttered pathetically at their feet like a pathetic baby. Melissa could feel her eyes water and was determine not to cry on camera, not this soon into the shoot. But she couldn't help herself and when Kelly pulled her head back up and squeezed Melissa's mouth open for another face fucking, her involuntary tears mixed with her mascara to leave her face smeared and a mess as Anton again began to pump his dick ruthlessly into her gullet. Oh was he getting off with doing this to her, the perfect revenge, he couldn't wait to release this tape on the internet and sell it on his website.
He had initially intended to spray her face with his seed, enjoying it drip from her usually hard, emotionless features but he was too late and quickly found himself pumping his load of hot cum into Melissa's gasping, desperate mouth. He pulled out and dismissively slapped his softening, messy cock on her face and turned to Mistress Kelly and smiled.
"Make her lick your shoes now Kelly! Let's show this cunt where her rightful place is!"
The short blonde hooted and rolled the gagging, distracted Melissa onto her back and took great pleasure placing the soles of her shoes over Melissa's face.
"Lick it you dumb slut, you ain't no Dominatrix, your just another wannabe! Lick your Mistresses feet!"
There would be so many money shots on this day, so many moments that both Anton and Melissa's regular customers would remember and masturbate over for years to come but this will surely stand out as one of the best. As Kelly held her boot just centimetres from Melissa's face the brunette Mistress reacted from instinct and stretched out her tongue and began to lick the sole of her shoe and lick unenthusiastically at her high heel. Master Anton took a few moments to relish the sight then busied himself with his next task, that of retrieving assorted floggers and whips from a trunk to his left. Melissa lay there, her brain frazzled, doing what she was told and wondering just how in the hell she had been broken to this state quite so easily and just as she completed the unpalatable task she pulled her mind together enough to resolve to fight back harder against Anton and Kelly's tactics. As Kelly finally pulled her boot away from Melissa's head Anton spoke directly to his former partner.
"We're going to whip you now Melissa. Show you what it's like to be on the receiving end. Give you the full treatment. And you deserve it don't you slut? You are our slave, our little submissive and as you know subs get beaten and put in their place. And we won't even have to restrain you will we? You are our bitch and we'll beat you like a bitch and you'll want it won't you/ Come on tell us that you want it?"
His tone was mocking and laughing at her and Melissa turned her defiant eyes up to him and in turn to the camera and spoke clearly, with real defiance and challenge in her voice.
"Yes. I want you to whip me you don't need to tie me up I won't need it."
Anton picked up his chosen paddle flogger and smirked at Kelly.
"What say you that we have a little challenge Mistress Kelly? Whoever can break our defiant little bitch here gets to fuck her ass, I know how badly you've been wanting to try out your new toy, well if you can make her to beg to stop then you can get to but if I can make her beg me to stop then I get to bang her ass instead. What do you say? You have a swipe then I do, see who wins?"
She nodded and picked up her perennial riding crop and took position behind Melissa, Anton was already there with his paddle and they shared a big, sloppy French kiss before proceeding. The irony of the blonde using the riding crop was not lost on Melissa as she stayed there on her hands and knees, her ass presented in the air waiting for the first strike, after all the riding crop was her favourite instrument to take to her series of submissives over the years and now here she was about to taste the sharp end of things herself.
She heard Kelly's arm sweep up then down and felt the sharp strike of the crop whipping precisely onto her left butt cheek. Melissa bit her lip, she would be damned before she gave these two bastards the satisfaction of seeing her beg for mercy on tape. Really, she was just being bloody minded and proud and stubborn and if she had wanted to end this particular moment all she had to do was beg them to stop but she determined not to do that. Then came Anton's first swipe to her right butt cheek with his hard paddle and other than a slight tremor through her body she did not register it.
"Come on bitch! Beg us to stop, that's all you have to do, beg for the cameras!"
She screwed her eyes shut and tried to take herself off to another place mentally but with each stroke she was reminded as the crop and the paddle continued their work on her ass. She was a tough girl, that's for sure and she took each blow with strength and determination, but when Kelly started to find her rhythm and range she was unerring. And after three swats with the crop that seemed to find the same line on Melissa's skin on each one and she had to squeal out her submission and to her eternal horror she begged the blonde Mistress to stop.
"Aaaargh! Stop, please stop. Pleaseeeee!"
To their word both dominants halted and it was Kelly that took Melissa's chin in her hand, spat on her face and wiped it somewhat, mixing the tears and cum and mascara of earlier and spoke condescendingly to her.
"I know how hard that must have been for you Melissa, to beg another Mistress for mercy, to admit that you are not hard enough to take my punishment. It must really break you up inside to submit to me, still at least now you have done it and accepted me as your new Mistress, by the time we are finished with you, you'll never feel able to dominate another woman in your life, you'll be nothing more than a pathetic submissive slut."
Her words chilled Melissa to the bone because for the first time she could imagine that happening. Had it been worth it? To give up all this to keep herself from jail? She was really starting to doubt her decision and regret signing that waterproof contract to allow Master Anton full reign over her. As she was left to consider her submission to Kelly, Anton left them to retrieve a large phallic object from his trunk of toys. He handed it to Kelly in full view of Melissa and it was all the brunette could do to prevent her eyes widening in terror. It was a strap on dildo he had handed her and was of a size and width that even such a well travelled and experienced Domme as Melissa had seldom laid eyes on. It was thick black plastic, pretty stiff and was at least 12" in length and three inches in width.
As Kelly strapped it on around her crotch she handled and stroked it expertly.
"What do you think Master Anton, should I use lube?"
"That's entirely up to you Mistress Kelly, do you think our dumb bitch has been good enough, does she deserve it?"
As this mock conversation took place Melissa had her eyes glued to the thick plastic dick and was positively worried about having that thing in her ass. Oh Jesus! She prayed they would use some lube.
"Well maybe she can earn the lube, eh? See if she deserves it."
"So Melissa, to earn that much needed lube (to emphasise that point he squeezed his hand down the length of the plastic dick, squeaking all the way), you're going to have to give me permission to do something I've always wanted to do to you."
Her mind spun, what was he talking about? She tried to think back to their time together and think if he had said anything that would let her know what he was on about but came up blank. Still the prospect of that huge thing around Kelly's waist going in her asshole without any lubrication was not one she was able to contemplate.
"What is it, Master? (god it turned her stomach to say that but she didn't want to antagonise him right now)".
"You'll find that out when I do it slut! But you need to remember that contract you signed, I can do literally whatever I want, you signed all complaints away on that contract and there were some real interesting clauses that covered specific things, this being one of them. So really you don't have much of a choice, so beg me for the lube and at least make that easier for you."
To her he was talking in riddles. And given all that she had already gone through she was in no state to try and make sense or figure out, she just looked up at him and told him what he wanted to hear.
"Just do what you want to, make sure that fucking thing is lubed though."
Anton smiled and while his partner in crime, Kelly, busied herself with slathering the dildo with some lubricating jelly, he dragged Melissa on her knees over to a low bench so that she could stay on them and still be bent over it. Whistling and obviously happy with his work he wasted no time in pulling Melissa's thin arms behind her back and snapping on a pair of stiff handcuffs to hold her there, he had a feeling that once he started she might not be so accommodating to whatever she had signed or agreed to. Once he had her positioned as he wanted he scooted our her arms and back so that he was sat upon them and Kelly came up behind her, her artificial cock sticking out obscenely in front of her whilst glistening under the bright studio lights. Melissa tried to look over her shoulders to figure out what the hell Anton was up to but could only see the blonde hand him a small black travel bag. What on earth did he have planned?
The thoughts were bluntly interrupted as Kelly rammed home the tip of her dildo inside Melissa's rarely breached asshole and began to bugger it with undue vigour. Then as she tried to again not let on how humiliating this treatment was and deal with the new sensations that were coursing through her she felt Anton's hands bunch her long, dark hair in his hand and gently play with it.
"You've always been so proud of your hair haven't you. Always looked so impressive as you towered over all those poor sluts that you've dominated over the years, this hair flowing like a Goddesses. Kind of like Samson from the Bible I always came to associate you with it, to think of you and your fine hair that you were so proud of."
As he spoke softly to her he played with her dark hair, running his hands through its length and smoothing it calmly all a marked contract to just inches behind him, where Kelly was grunting in most unladylike fashion as she thrust her fake dick deeper into Melissa's ass and was also measuring a hard slap to her ass cheeks. Melissa bit her lip again, desperate not to give them the sights and sounds of her being broken by her but she could not help but let a noise of concern escape her when she watched Anton pull from the small bag Kelly had handed him a shiny pair of silver scissors and an electric shaver. He held them up close in front of her eyes so the full enormity of what he was intending to do could sink in. He placed both instruments down on the high part of her back as she found her voice and began to plead with him. She never got the chance as the final item he removed from the little black bag was a bright orange ball gag that he wasted no timed slipping into her open mouth and then fastening it tightly behind her head, he would need to work around it but that was OK. He was already relishing the look on her helpless face as he shaved her completely bald!
Her eyes betrayed that she had finally guessed what Master Anton intended to do and they were wide, the ten inches or so of hard plastic that was being forced into her asshole and the hand sharply spanked it, temporarily forgotten for the moment. He seemed to take undue pleasure from fitting his fingers into the silver scissors finger guards and opening and closing them like a crocodile's mouth in front of her face. He was drawing it all out, relishing it and allowing Melissa to experience the full feeling of helplessness that she had so many times inflicted on other women. Yes, she was hardly recognisable as the harridan and dominatrix that had demolished so many submissives for the cameras in the past as her two tormentors did what they wanted with her sexy body. Even she was forced to consider how she could ever be the same again.
She turned her face into the bench on which she was laying, realising that she was helpless, there was nothing physically she could do to stop this and, indeed, by signing the contract and agreeing to his requested she had allowed it to occur. Her stifled sob only increased in volume as she felt Anton's hand gather up a long length of her hair, pull it somewhat tight and then felt the cold steel of the blades come together with a snap. From there things were pretty much a blur for Melissa she kept her head tucked down (other than when it was jolted up thanks to the fierce thrust from Kelly). The video tape shows it in crystal clear close up as Kelly continued to fuck her rivals ass with an exaggerated zeal and Master Anton snipped cleverly away at Melissa's luscious locks, holding handfuls of hair up and letting it drop and float down gloatingly in front of Melissa's eyes.
Before long Mistress Melissa was no longer herself, she was just another submissive slave girl, her image of icy superiority gone as she lay there being fucked and now with a scruffy, messy short hair cut. But she didn't have to worry about her short hair for long as at a signal from Anton saw Kelly pluck her dildo from Melissa's ass and scurry round to her face, unclip the gag and order her to suck it. Melissa was beaten now, her spirit broken and she had accepted the fate that she had agreed to. She offered no resistance or complaint as the plastic cock so recently in her asshole neared her, rather she just opened her mouth and took it in, aware of the blondes gloating above her.
"That's it bitch, taste your own ass, we own you now, you're nothing but a cunt now! Go on Anton shave the slut bald!"
Melissa felt her head lifted up slightly and was aware of a buzzing noise starting up right next to her ear, seconds later she felt the shaver being drawn across her scalp, creating a white line right along the centre of her dark hair. That didn't last long as Master Anton made easy work of taking it all off and leaving Melissa with a totally bald head.
Time seemed to stand still for Melissa as Kelly withdrew her newly cleaned dildo from her mouth and Anton unlocked the handcuffs and stood back, allowing the bald beauty to lay there for a few moments, before demanding that she stand up, walk the length of the studio and look at herself in the full length mirror positioned there. She did so without complaint, standing naked in front of it and taking in her stark reflection. There was no defiance or anger in her eyes now, no look of a Mistress now, just that of a sub. Master Anton came up behind her and placed his arms around her slim waist and nuzzled his head towards her neck, almost as a lover would.
"Perfect, wouldn't you say? Still we have one final addition that you are going to beg us for."
He held up a square of material as he explained.
"This is a Henna tattoo. It reads "MASTER ANTON & MISTRESS KELLY'S BITCH". You are going to beg us to brand you with it on your back. Ah, ah! Don't fight it bitch, it's another thing in the contract you signed, plus this is only going to last three or four months and think of all the cash you're getting for it! Think of staying out of jail. It's a good deal slut!"
There was no fire in her belly when she turned to nod her pitiable acceptance and obeyed as Kelly ordered her over to her and passed her into her charge. The blonde took great delight applying the inked material to her brunette rival's pristine, creamy back. The dark ink stood out brilliantly against Melissa's skin and the camera zoomed in to focus on it and hold the stark image on screen. She just knelt there her head bowed as her Master and Mistress for the day laughed at how the 'mighty Mistress Melissa' had been so thoroughly humbled. But it was not over yet, not by a long shot.
Master Anton placed a thick, black leather choker collar around Melissa's slim, elegant neck. Melissa closed her eyes as the clasp was fastened at the back of her neck, she had collared enough sluts on screen to know the symbolism of her being collared by a man on video. If there was any doubt in her mind as to whether she would be able to continue as a dominatrix it was gone now, how could her audience take her seriously now, having been so completely humiliated.
They ordered Melissa over to the far side of the studio where they each took one of her arms and attached it to leather manacles on chains that hung from the ceiling, they then turned handles to lift her arms high above her so that she was facing the room. Kelly ran her hand over Melissa's beautifully smooth scalp and smiled as she attached a couple of small, gold crocodile clips onto her sensitive nipples a chain connecting them. Kelly moved towards her face and shaped as if to kiss her but at the last moment turned it into a spit right in her face.
"We'll give you a small rest bitch, put on a little show to entertain you, maybe."
Melissa had zoned herself somewhat out to the domination session she had agreed to endure for her freedom and all that cash but when the studio door opened up and five men entered her eyes widened and she was forced to start paying more attention. What the fuck were these to up to now?
The five men were quite the sight. One was in his sixties and wearing what looked like a diaper and pacifier and nothing else, another was over 300 lbs and stark naked, another was a thin weasel of a man, another was in a gimp mask and costume and the last was another porker with leather chaps. At a crack of Mistress Kelly's whip they all fell, obediently into line. That they were a pathetic group of male submissives was immediately apparent to Melissa (though she had a reputation of not dealing with men, only serving to break in females). The blonde Dominatrix spoke sharply to them and had them worshipping her body immediately, her demonstration showing that the were totally under her control.
"Look at them slut! Look at these five worms! Are they not absolutely pathetic? Are they not the lowest of the low, the absolute fucking weakest examples of humankind you have ever witnessed. It must offend your dominant sensibilities to even be in the very presence of these wimps. I know you have no interest in men since Master Anton discarded you (at that Melissa at last showed some anger back in her eyes). I know that you see them as not even worthy of domination But not me, I have long enjoyed the pleasures of dominating and humiliating weak willed men."
Kelly gave Melissa's chain between her nipples a sharp tweak then moved over to the men as they kneeled in a semi-circle before her.
"These scum are so pathetic they would do whatever I demanded of them, if I ordered them to all suck each others cocks they would do it unquestioningly such is their obedience But that's not what I'm going to instruct them to do, no, today I am going to instruct them to show my newest bitch exactly how pathetic she really is."
Melissa had no clue what that meant and was worried initially that she might have to be fucked by this disparate collection of gimps and freaks but was not given time to contemplate it as Master Anton had positioned himself now behind his hanging slave and with a thin bamboo cane delivered a stroke to her ass. As he readied a second shot he shouted across at Mistress Kelly.
"Get the saps ready Mistress Kelly I'll just remind this slut who her Master is."
This time Melissa had no defences to block out her domination and each stroke with his cane brought a sigh or a moan and to her horror she realised that on some sub-conscious plane her body was accepting the pain and being pleasured by it. She wanted to screw her eyes shut but could not take them off the scene was unfolding before her as Mistress Kelly demanded that the five men stripped naked for her. They acquiesced immediately and in no time at all the perverts five were stark naked still in their semi-circle. She ordered them to get themselves stiff, which was an unusual command given what she usually did to them.
Master Anton halted his caning to release Melissa's arms (leaving the clips still tightly squeezing her sensitive nipples) and affixed a dog leash to the collar and walked his bald bitch to the group of male submissives on her hands and knees. As the men stood there the two dominants pushed the men in until their crotches were crowded around Melissa's head and then ordered them to cum on her head. Melissa closed her eyes but was sharply ordered to keep them open to get a close up view of this and the camera squeezed in to capture the scene perfectly.
They were rarely given leave to climax on their own accord and so it was not long until the first of them started splashing a thick load of cum all over Melissa's face and bald head. That first load seemed to set the rest off and it was barely five minutes later that all five were stepping back to reveal the full picture of what they had done. Melissa's features were coated in thick cum, it dripped from her chin onto her boobs, her red lips were plastered in it, a globule blocked a nostril, both her eye lashes were connected with white strands and her bald head was splattered in trails and blobs of cum. It was a sight that Anton and Kelly revelled in describing, both for the audience and Melissa herself.
The five men were ushered from the room as the camera remained focussed on Melissa and the mess all over her face and head. As the men left they were passed by a line of young women who were immediately recognisable as glamour girl wannabes and as Anton took pleasure informing the viewing public, a selection of girls that had suffered at Mistress Melissa's hands on tape for her domination films. He had gone to great lengths to contact them and get as many as could be persuaded and paid enough to turn up for this, the coup the grace of his own film. Each one had suffered at Melissa's cruel demands and devices in an attempt to break into the world of pornography, few had made it and some after that first experience had not been heard from since. All eleven stood in a line regarding the woman who had tormented them so much now reduced to a snivelling, pathetic, cum covered, bald, tattooed slave. They shared very little sympathy with her plight. Indeed they had gone through plenty when she had the whip hand (so to speak) and it was gratifying to see the bitch that had so enjoyed her efforts like this. Master Anton and Mistress Kelly introduced and announced them each in turn, the camera concentrating on Melissa to catch any reaction, when she heard who they were they got a small shiver from her, the result of a realisation of being surrounded by girls she had treated with such disdain in the past.. He had them line up and ordered Melissa to crawl over to the first of them and told her to kiss each of their shoes submissively. When she had woken that morning such a thought would have been impossible and she could never have done it. But now she blinked some of the cum away and scrambled over to the first girl and obediently kissed her shoe before passing on down the line. Each of the girls smiled at her transformation.
"But this is about more than toe kissing bitch!" announced Mistress Kelly as Melissa reached the last set of feet.
She threw a shallow but wide orange bowl next to Melissa and pointed to the first girl.
"You know what to do."
The girl smirked at Melissa and walked to the bowl, pulled up her short skirt to reveal she had no panties on and proceeded to piss into the bucket. Melissa watched in awe and fear as one by one the girls followed her lead and relieved themselves in the bowl until it was fairly filled with their combined yellow liquid.
Mistress Kelly stood imperiously over the bowl and fairly crowed to her rival.
"It's time to wash all that cum from your face slave. Crawl over here!"
Reluctantly but obediently Melissa crawled over until her head was just over the rim of the bowl. She looked up into the cold eyes of the blonde and could see that there was no let up or mercy to be found there. The Mistress pointed at the viscous liquid and ordered her slave to plunged her bald head into it, the act of doing it herself as important as anything in this scene. The ex-Mistress contemplated what she was doing for a moment then dipped her head until her face touched the warm piss and ploughed on, submerging her head in the urine. At an order from Kelly she washed her face and head in the piss and came up dripping and looking at her Mistress, who wasted no time passing her a beer glass.
"Drink!" was the simple instruction.
Kelly dipped the glass carefully in the bowl, making sure her skin never once contacted the liquid as it filled up the glass. She handed it to Melissa and without telling her Melissa knew what was expected of her. She was resigned to it and was doing whatever was necessary to get this over with and lifted the glass to her lips. She paused for just one moment before tipping tilting the glass and drinking the foul load in one large swallow. It was obviously distasteful and she made a sour face as she gulped it down, knowing that any complaint would be a total waste of time and energy. All around her the girls smiled at her being made to do this, this was indeed a suitable revenge for them. When she lowered the emptied glass she was met with the sight of Kelly carefully lifting the full bowl up and holding it over her for a moment before tipping it over and pouring it's entire yellow contents over her. By the time the last of the piss had washed over her she was shiny and coated and the thick aroma seemed to have invaded her nostrils.
That was the image that the film ended with, a fitting tribute to the former Mistress.
With the film in the can, Anton and Kelly spared no time ushering Melissa out of the studio and into the small dressing room. It was left to Anton to give her the cash in the briefcase as agreed and leave her with these words.
"Well done Melissa, I always did know you would make a terrific sub, really terrific, worth every penny. I'd imagine there'll be another tax bill along before long so you know where to come if you need the cash, only of course, the money will have to be a lot less, after all it's no longer a new thing, plus we'll have to be a bit more extreme."
More extreme! More extreme! Her mind raced, how could they be more extreme than what they had done with her? Shaved totally bald, whipped, tattooed, flogged and broken to a submissive bitch, how could they do more than that? And yet as much as the prospect turned her stomach, she also knew that with her need for cash still there then it was a distinct possibility. Worse, she knew now she could do it. Anton saw all that in her looks and smiled.
"Hurry up and get out bitch, oh and by the way the shower doesn't work!"