The room was almost screaming with the silence that had laid down like a blanket over all the people present and that was a feat not easy to accomplish. Usually there was something going on. A slap of skin on skin, a swishing sound when something moved quickly through the air, sometimes followed by a grunt or other noises. Or at the very least the faint whisper of people talking to each other and not wanting to disturb one of the others. The meeting up every month was a place to catch up and exchange stories, make new acquaintances or blow some steam off. And steam had been blown a lot between 2 of the people around. It was not something that unusual, both of them were often seen having an argument and usually, Kiera, the young redhead, was the one leaving the place as the winner, being the queen of this group of people, in a way. She had no real power to rule over anyone, not even her rival with the striking figure and striking black hair which was usually in a simple hairdo but nevertheless, she was able to steal the show.
The last words were still hanging heavy in the air, the fist only lifting slowly from the table while light brown eyes scanned the room and Kiera stood slowly up. "Enough is enough! How dare you coming here, each month, claiming you are the better domme? Your so called stable is not giving you the push you seek, we had discussed that 3 months ago and the majority agreed the stable is nice but it is not adding much to your influence. We ..." she made a gesture, including the large room, the whole mansion, with all the dommes and their slaves who had come with them for this event "have yet to see that you can work a miracle like I did." Kiera's eyes stared daggers at her adversary while her hand was caressing the blonde hair of a slave kneeling at her side and having a dreamy look on her face, maybe it was linked to the soft hum from between her legs that caused it. "In not even 2 months I had this little bitch eating out of my hands and you know how she was. Cruel... strong willed... domineering over everyone until I came in and broke her into the docile, submissive thing she is now." the redhead laughed but the blonde received an affectionate hug before she was send of to get something to drink.
"I have a proposal to end this charade once and for all. I bet... that you can not do the same in even more time. And!" her eyes wandered around, her body making a full turn to ensure she had the full attention. "And I offer myself as the subject of your total and utter failure. I'd say you can not manage to tame me into your loyal, loving whatever in even a year but it needs to be a challenge so you can flex your not existing mental muscles and make it halve a year. To make it more interesting, if you manage to do so, you can keep me and everything I own. You know, like this whole mansion you are defiling with your very presence right now and all the money... my customers like some of the most powerful politicians... and my 24/7-slaves. If you not have me eating out of your hand, it is your everything that I will own, including you as my maid, pet... whatever I feel like. How does that sound? I am sure by now you want to run with the tail between your legs." Kiera giggled. It was true that in her young age she had made quite the name for herself in the scene, the old money she had inherited had helped with some of it, maybe there was some truth to old Scottish people saving up all their money.
What she had told no one was that she had prepared this wager already, wanting to utterly humiliate that slut who called herself superior than Kiera. She had already drafted up a contract, even having a lawyer and notary look at some of the parts which would relate to the handling of everything the loser would have to hand over. Everything was nailed down but she had still the fear that this wager might really be accepted. Kiera knew, she could not back out of her own words, she would lose everything, no one would respect her anymore for the coming years and respect was worth much more than any money in these circles. The contract was outlining a few things, leaving the number of months open so that would have to be filled in. For both sides a second signature from a trusted person was needed as witness and it was essentially forbidding very extreme things happening to Kiera, after all she wanted to be unharmed after she had won the wager. She could not exclude tasteful art done onto her body even if it would be permanent and the bitch could even force her to see a surgeon for some things, among many other things. With a wave of a hand, her most trusted maid brought the sheets of paper, 3 copies of the contract, and some writing utensils placed on the table.
Rosalie had always come to a place like this, it felt perfect to show off her skills as a dominant. Since she was a teenager she felt the calling to be a dominant and this place was where she had met one of her first submissives. Yet there was always one of the beautiful redheads that got under her skin. She believed her name was Kelia or Kesha, whatever it was, she wanted her. But they would never mash, she wasn't submissive in any way.
She had come there like any other day when she was told off by the redhead. "You're a bitch you know that right?" She stated clearly, not letting her feathers get too ruffled by the woman. As she got cocky and with every ounce of herself she heard how the girl spoke. "You are telling me, I have half a year, to turn you submissive as my pet? Because I can do it, then you will stay?" She asked, surprised by the terms of such a wager.
With a nod of her head she agreed. "I'm game. But you are with me every day, I say where we go and what we do. I will maybe even let you keep your job if you behave. But you become mine even in the six month wager?" She asked, moving closer before gripping the girl's chin.
"Once the papers are signed, your signature will be kissing my boots, saying just how much you agree."
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