JUDGE . . .

 

 

 

It all started almost four weeks ago when the Head Mistress announced her plan to Retire. She has been a part of this Dungeon from the very beginning. When it started out as a few small back rooms in the Basement of a Liquor Store in, let's say, not the best part of Town.

 

Growing it to one of the Premier BDSM Chateau's on the East Coast. No longer a place that has to hide its sign or lie about what we do. BDSM in America and World Wide has become very mainstream, accepted and a part of our Culture!

 

Our Head Mistress was one of many who fought for years to make this happen. Now with her leaving, it's Time for the choosing of the Next Head Mistress.

 

A Job Interview does not do this. This is done by one of the Many Experienced Mistresses stepping up to prove they have what it takes. Almost every Mistress at our Chateau put their names in the Hat. Then from other Dungeons across the US, the list of names grew!

 

I think when they closed to accepting any more Applicants, there had to have been close to seventy-five wanting and willing Mistresses ready to battle for her spot. She is very well known in the Community and her Position is one of honor, worth fighting for.

 

Once all of the Names were in, the Contest was scheduled at an out of the way Convention Center on the edge of the City. Every Mistress was allowed to bring one Slave as part of Round 1 of the Contest . . . this is where I come in.

 

I am Slave Heather and my Mistress Sam is sadly, no longer in the running as Head Mistress. Each Mistress was told to bring the feistiest and most difficult Slave they had. I won that Title hands down for Mistress Sam.

 

My path to here today has been an interesting one. I'm now one of the last five Slaves involved in this Month long Contest and we've earned the right to Judge and Choose the Final Winner . . . who will become the Next Head Mistress.

 

As much as I'd love to share what we're currently watching, I don't feel it would be fair to ignore the Mistresses who tried their hardest, but didn't make the cut.

 

The close to seventy-five Mistress Slave Teams entered the Center after signing in. As important as everyone's individual Titles like Mistress Death, Mistress Ball Ripper, and Mistress Tease & Deny, may be, here during Round 1, we're all just numbers at this point.

 

My Mistress Sam was randomly given a 6" x 6" Black Tag with a large White number 27 in the middle. I was given the same size of Tag, but mine was in White with a large Black number 39 on it.

 

Black background = Mistress. White background = Slave. Simple enough system, but honestly, I was leashed and on all fours while Mistress Sam was Cropping my ass no matter what I was doing!

 

As we entered the Largest Conference Room, Mistress Sam was now handed a single white nylon rope . . . maybe six foot long max. Looking to all the other pairs in the room, I could have picked every Mistress and every Slave without any Tag system. Theses numbers would be making more sense in a few minutes.

 

ROUND 1 . . .

 

 

 

The Head Mistress, who was about to Retire, was in charge of each Round. She walks Proudly towards the middle of the Conference Room as four of her Slaves wearing only thongs follow behind her. Their nice breasts are free for us to enjoy.

 

Once in the middle of the room, two of the Slaves go to all fours while the other two help their Mistress to step up onto their backs. Her spiked heels are clearly digging deep into their backs, but they don't peep a word or sound of complaint.

 

They know their place in the World, for the Head Mistress has taught them well. The two who helped her up, kneel, and then hold their forearms parallel and against her calves, so she doesn't tip. That would be a sign of weakness that can't be allowed.

 

She did not need a Mic for everyone to hear her because the room had fell 100% Silent for her to speak. Her voice was nothing but Power as she Welcomed everyone before explaining the basics of Round 1.

 

"I want to first Thank Everyone for the Respect you're currently showing me. My Time in this Position has been the absolute best years of my Life. If I ever had a bad day, I could simply take it out on anyone I wanted . . . it was my Job."

 

Now that was Funny as Hell, but no one dared to utter a peep . . . even if it was a laugh telling her she was killing it. She broke the tension by simply saying, "It's ok to laugh, cause that was Funny." See! Like I said.

 

The laughs were loud, but over quickly so she could continue. Hopefully before piercing the backs of the Slaves on all fours with her spiked heels. I do truly feel for them.

 

"This Round will be as Difficult as it is Easy in its Simplicity. Each Mistress has been randomly paired with another Mistress's Slave. Find the Slave with your number and tie them up with the Rope you were given on your way into the Conference Room, both wrists and ankles."

 

Seems simple enough, but I'm sure there's more to this. The Head Mistress continues, "Once everyone is paired up, you'll be given five minutes to tie up your Random Slave. They will all then be given thirty minutes to get free."

 

"If the Slave you tied gets loose before the time is up, that Mistress is out of the running for my Position." As simple as this seems, this will be tough for my Mistress Sam. She's always been about Excess when it comes to Bondage. The more the Better! No matter how bound I am, she can always find a way to add to my Helplessness.

 

The Head Mistress adds, "A Warning to all of you Slaves. I'm aware many of you have Served multiple Mistresses here, and may end up with one you've Served in the past."

 

"Like, Love, Respect, Fear, Hate that Mistress or Not, It is your job to try your hardest to get free. Anyone caught not fighting their hardest to get free will be severely punished in the Pit for at least a week. The Slaves need to do everything they can to get loose."

 

I've never been in or seen the Pit, but heard it couldn't be more Medieval in every way. Hot flames heating branding irons, all bondage is hard metal and no padding or bedding anywhere. Just hard and cold stone. Not someplace even the most Masochistic of us Slaves would want to be in . . . for more than a few hours . . .

 

And there you have it . . . as the Head Mistress said . . . "As Difficult as it is Easy in it's Simplicity"