Welcome to the next mini-series A to Z Challenge post! This is the first one in Richard’s first set. Remember to like and comment. We’ll continue whichever story gets the most, and the writer gets a book store shopping spree.
D is for Dungeon Mistress
The Dungeon Mistress stepped onto the stage; empty save for a high rack covered in toys in the center. Cheers applauded out of the audience. She waved to the crowd, spotlights shining on her outfit.
“Welcome, welcome. It’s so good to see all of you!” she said. She was dressed nearly head to throat in leather: thigh-high stiletto boots, a tight corset, slitted miniskirt, shoulder-length gloves. Each piece was jet black, save for a single blood-red stripe that ran from the edge of each one to meet at her cleavage.
As the applause rolled on, she slowly circled the toy rack in the center of the stage. She picked items off it one at a time, making a show of examining them, checking balance, sometimes giving a few test swings. A flogger, a paddle, a Wartenberg wheel… Each time she lifted one for them to see, the crowd got louder.
“Oh, you all really like this one, don’t you?” she asked. She lifted out the Violet Wand and switched it on, letting a few arcs of electricity dance across her fingertips. She kept it in hand as she strode back towards the side of the stage, peaking into the wings.
“Alright, who’ve we got back here tonight?” she asked. The screens on either side of the stage flicked over to show a view backstage. A whole rainbow of slaves, each one dressed from toe to hood in a different color of latex, squirmed on the screens.
“It’s only appropriate I use this on you,” she said, waving for one of the attendants to bring out the violet-colored slave. With her boots, she had about half a head on him, and she held the wand up in front of him, “See this, mutt?”
He squirmed, “Who’s in there?” she whispered to the handler. They held up the ID badge for her. Phillip.
“Oooh, you hate this. I remember the first time I used it on you. I hope the front row is ready to be in the splash zone tonight!”
She hooked her finger into the o-ring on his collar and pulled him out onto the stage. He stumbled, resisting just a smidge. He was too well trained to actually put up a fight, but a little drama never hurt.