Mistress Sheila · Part 1 (1/2)
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Wilson Sparing was bored with his life. He was rich, by anyone's standards. Owned two houses, an advertising network, and had interests in many other areas, but Wilson was not happy. He longed for the strange, the bizarre. Sex had always eluded him. Sure, he could buy almost any girl he wanted, and frequently did, but he always went away from the encounter unfulfilled. The girls always knew who he was, and what he had, and as soon as that was known, he felt they acted differently towards him. One day Wilson found himself in one of poorer areas of the city.
He was down there scouting out some property, which he was sure he could turn for a profit, when he came upon a decrepit building housing an adult bookstore. Wilson always enjoyed going in the adult bookstores whenever he could. It seemed he could loose himself in the erotic fantasies. He could forget the pressures, the demands on his time, and find himself in another world; a world of pleasure. Wilson was browsing the different books and magazines in the bookstore. A seedy old man was sitting behind the bulletproof cashiers station smoking a cigar. Wilson said hello to him, but the old man only grunted, his eyes never even looking up.
"Man, do I wish I could meet this one!" Wilson said, putting down a magazine of a leather clad dominatrix. "How come I can never find ladies like these!" he said with a smile on his face. It was then that the old man behind the counter spoke up. "You want some excitement, eh?" the old man said, a twinkle in his eye. "Well, I'll tell you a place where you can meet that kind of 'lady' and more! That is, if you think you're man enough to handle one!" the old man rasped. "No problem!" said Wilson. "Ain't no woman ever could handle me!" he said. "These ain't your ordinary woman!", said the old man. "You'll see!
It's been said that some men who go there are never seen again!" "You mean, they get bumped off?" asked Wilson, his enthusiasm dimming somewhat. "No!", said the old man. "They stay for life strictly on their own accord. At least until they're worn out, and they ain't much good to anyone after that!" After a little more talking, Wilson got the address of this mysterious place from the old man, and slipped him fifty dollars for his trouble. The old man's eyes went back to reading his newspaper and smoking his cigar, and Wilson found himself out on the street in search of this new adventure. The afternoon had turned grey, and a slight drizzle had begun to fall.
Wilson found himself walking in the seedier part of town. The neighborhood was marked with abandoned buildings, gang graffiti, and the like. Wilson came up to the address. It was a large building, that looked like it had seen better days. Outside was a dirty sign that looked like it had been neglected for years. The sign said: "Chambers". Wilson went up and opened the creaky rusty door. A fairly attractive blond woman came up to him immediately. She was about five foot six, and didn't smile. "Here for the action?" she said. "Well, it'll cost ya six hundred bucks, take it or leave it!" "Just what is the action?" Wilson said. "Guaranteed action!" said the blond.
"If ya ain't completely satisfied, we'll even give ya your money back. 'Course, I been her eight years, and no one ever wanted their money back!" Wilson thought a second, and whipped out six hundreds and gave them to the blond. "Right through that door sir." she said. Wilson found himself in a lavish room full of people. You'd never have thought from the outside that a place like this could exist in this neighborhood, but there it was. The air was thick with blue smoke as the men laughed and talked among each other. They were packed up against the bar where a fat bartender was dispersing drinks. Ordering a scotch and soda, he stepped back only to have another guy bump into him.
"Sorry." he said. "That's alright." said Wilson. "I can't wait for the evenings entertainment to begin!" the man said. "What is the entertainment?" Wilson said, not trying to seem too dense. "Just about the best bunch of catfighting woman you ever did see!" said the man. "You mean I paid six hundred bucks to see a stupid womans wrestling match!" said Wilson, his anger rising with the idea of him being duped for six bills. "No, man!" said the stranger. "This ain't like that! You wait and see! Your gonna love it!" Wilson settled into a comfortable chair and watched the X rated movie on the big screen. After about an hour, the bartender pulled out a microphone.
"The main event will be starting in the upstairs gallery in 20 minutes. Gentlemen, take your places!" Wilson followed the crowd upstairs and into the gallery. The gallery was set up like a regular sized boxing rink, except it was like a pit. All the seats rose at a gentle angle and everyone got the feeling that they were on top of the rink. From where Wilson was, it seemed like he was no more than ten feet away from the action. The level of excitement was rising as each minute passed. The men next to him were busy taking and making bets. Suddenly the lights grew dimmer and dimmer, and a ladies voice came over the sound system.
"Gentlemen, for your entertainment this evening, we are going to feature two bouts. The first, features two ladies, each one undefeated. For you newcomers, I'll describe our system: Each of our contestants is a dominatrix who has never been in submission. Winning is by submission only. The winner may use the loser for a period of a half hour after victory. The loser can not refuse anything the winner tells her to do. If she does refuse, Cletus here acts." With that, a giant of a man, about six foot, four, stood up holding what appeared to be a vicious looking whip with spikes on the end. "Cletus has only had to act once." said the announcer. "Our first to contestants are rival dommes.
Mucho Mary, in the near corner, and Caroline the Conqueror in the far corner. Ladies enter the ring!" shouted the announcer. All hell broke loose as the contestants entered the ring. Mucho Mary was about six foot tall and weighed about two hundred plus pounds. She had red hair, and great big tits, and an equally proportioned ass. She wore a leather harness, that cupped her tits leaving the outside and the nipples exposed. The harness belted around her waist, and ran around each leg, with a strip running between her asscheeks, leaving her pussy completely exposed. Mucho Mary entered the ring and started to flex her gigantic form.
For a woman of her size, she wasn't really fat, just awful mean looking. Next came Caroline the Conqueror. Caroline was about one hundred ten pounds and about half the size of Mucho Mary. She had short brown hair that was cut in a pixie like fashion, She was wearing a small white bikini, that came up between her buttcheecks. Her tits were small, and her ass was small also, but it was very well proportioned. Caroline just smiled and waved at everyone, and everyone responded by cheering her on. Wilson instantly liked her, but found himself feeling sorry for her, as it appeared she was greatly overmatched. The bell rang, the crowd cheered, and the match was on!
Mary circled Caroline and went after her right away. Caroline wisely sidestepped the charging bull, and leaped on her back as she went by. The crowd laughed as Mary tried to shake off Caroline who had Mary around the throat, cutting off the air. Mary was tiring, and her supply of oxygen was dwindling, Suddenly, Mary sprung backwards with Caroline underneath her back. Mary crashed down to the mat and the only sound that came from Caroline was an"oomph". Mary rolled over making Caroline release the grip on Marys throat. Mary flipped Caroline over on her back and then ran to the other side of the ring.
She then ran towards Caroline and leaped through the air landing spread eagle on the already stunned Caroline. Caroline was too dazed to react to the slamming, and merely laid there not moving. Mary got up and with both legs on either side of Carolines head, held her head so her nose was pointing straight up, and sat on her face. Poor Carolines nose was imbedded halfway up Mucho Marys pussy, and Mucho Mary was just laughing. Wilson thought it was just a matter of time until Caroline passed out or submitted, and a hush fell over the crowd. Suddenly, Caroline began kicking and flailing her arms, bouncing her ass up and down on the mat.
Then, with a loud bellow, Mucho Mary jumped off Carolines face. It seems that Caroline had just bit Mucho Mary right in the pussy! "You've had it now bitch!" screamed Mucho Mary rubbing her sore pussy. "We'll see about that!" said Caroline still shaking off her near smothering. Just then, Caroline jumped, turned backwards, and kicked Mucho Mary right in the pussy. Mary bellowed in pain, and Caroline followed up with two kicks to the midsection, and two more, right on the pussy. Mucho Mary went down holding her gut, and her pussy. Caroline was on her like a cat. Wrapping her legs around Mucho Marys neck, and crossing her feet at the ankles, Caroline applied pressure.
Mary jumped up, hauling Caroline with her, her legs still locked around Marys throat. Swinging wildly, she did everything she could do to shake Caroline, but to no avail. The end was coming, as she dropped first to one knee, than both, than finally on her back. Caroline was pouring it on, and finally, Mucho Mary went limp on the ground, unconscious. Releasing the hold, Caroline sprung to her feet, a wide, beaming smile on her face. She put one foot up on Mucho Marys stomach, and raised her arm in victory. The crowd went wild. Mucho Mary was just regaining consciousness, and knew what the end result was. No point in struggling now, no point in resisting.
Submission to her smaller conqueror was the only option. Mary just lay there silently awaiting her fate. She didn't have to wait long. The crowd fell silent. Each man was wondering to himself just what Caroline was going to do to Mary. A look of fear now crossed Marys face as Caroline strutted around the room. Going over to the corner of the ring. Caroline produced a sports bag, and from the bag producer two large dildoes. Walking up to Mary, she said, "Here you go lard ass! We'll just fill that gaping hole of yours you call a pussy with this! And this other one will fit right up your smelly asshole.
She then stuck the dildoes right up her ass and pussy, and reaching over, turned on the switch. Mary just laid there buzzing with the dildoes inside her when Caroline stood over her face. "Eat me bitch!" she said sitting down on Marys face. Mary complied and started thrusting her tongue in and out of Carolines brown haired pussy. The crowd got quiet, and each man could feel his manhood rising and getting harder by the moment. Wilson could feel the drops starting to form at the end on his cock, and it was all he could do to keep from coming in his pants. Mary was moaning now and getting more and more aroused at both Carolines pussy and the vibrating dildoes.
Caroline just kept pumping her cunt up and down on Marys face until finally she exploded in waves of orgasm. Getting off Mary, she removed both dildoes and told Mary to lick each one of them clean. Mary did what she was told. "Who's the superior woman?" Caroline asked. "You are, Mistress!" Mucho Mary said. "That's right!" Caroline said. "And now, you're going to lick my asshole for all these nice folks to see!" "Yes, Mistress!" said Mary. Caroline pushed Mary back down, and this time squatted over her face, pushing her asshole right up to Marys lips. Mary sucked for all she was worth which seemed like about five minutes. "Two minutes to go!" came the voice over the PA.
Caroline looked at Mary. "Open your mouth, bitch!" said Caroline. Mary complied. Caroline than slipped her ass backwards, so her pussy rested right on Marys open mouth. "If you spill one drop, I'm gonna spend my last minute kicking your fat ass as hard as I can! Do you understand, bitch?" "Yes Mistress!" said Mary. Then a hush fell over the crowd, and Caroline the Conqueror began to slowly pee in Marys mouth. Mary gurgled out a moan, but she complied. Caroline just smiled cruelly, looking down at Mucho Mary. She peed hard, her piss coming in spurts, until finally, the flow fell to a trickle, and then drops. Mary swallowed it all. "Times up!" came the voice over the P. A system.
With that announcement, Caroline and Mary got up and left the ring, to the wild cheers of the crowd. Wilson was very excited, and found himself looking forward to the next bout. "Our main bout of the evening features two extraordinary dommes! Neither has ever lost a bout in a combined 50 matches! This fight is to the submission with no holds barred!. A first here at Chambers; a mixed match! Entering the ring is our first contestant; Master Victor!" Victor, was a smallish, about 5'4", with an arrogant look about him. His hair was dark, and he was impeccably groomed. His body was in proportion, but not over developed.
He waved to the crowd, and the crowd, being mostly male, acknowledged him with friendly cheers. "Now entering the ring, his opponent; Mistress Sheila!" A red spotlight hit the back of the room. Stepping into the spotlight was Sheila. Sheila had medium length, light blond hair. She wore a diamond sequined bathing suit, with a long glittery cape draping over her shoulders. Her legs were long and and her body was perfectly toned, the result of many an hour working out. Her face was very beautiful, but had a cold, hard, element to it. With her came two smallish sized men, each one holding the trail of her cape, to keep it from touching the ground. She was truly an erotic marvel.
Wilson felt his manhood tug at his shorts as he settled back to watch the bout. He fantasized that he was the man, and what it would be like to be put in a struggle with such a dominant woman. He wondered what he would do to her if he won. Or, what she would do to him if he lost. Either way, it would be very exciting, he thought, and settled back in his chair to watch the match. The bell rang, and the two opponents circled one another. Victor assumed a low crouch stance and waited for Sheila to make the first move. Sheila circled slowly adapting a martial arts sort of pose. Each flicked out an occasional kick or punch that missed the mark, and caused no damage.
Suddenly Sheila sprang quickly at Victor. A flurry of punches to Victors midsection landed so quickly, that Wilson could hardly see them. Victor sprang back crying out in pain. Sheila retreated and went back to her corner. Victor stayed in his corner rubbing his sore ribs. Shiela then surprised everyone by quickly stepping out of her bathing suit. Her naked body was absolutely fantastic, and the crowd applauded in admiration. Sheila responded by flexing her hard body for the crowd. Victor, seeing his opportunity attacked Sheila. He grabbed Sheila,
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