Desperation

The following chapter is written in 3rd person POV, following Becca and Celeste.

Celeste entered the guest bedroom that was just as luxurious as the rest of Becca’s apartment so far, and far fancier than any hotel room she’s ever been in. Her luggage was already in the room, and it seemed Marybeth had left some mints and some water on the nightstand. Celeste takes a mint and drinks some water before opening her luggage. There was really only one thing she needed from there, and that was her collar. Her Master’s gift to her, and her mark as his submissive. A leather collar with a round metal heart as the centerpiece.

Celeste takes the collar out of her luggage and places it on the bed and starts to undress. She wonders if Becca’s like her Master, who prefers to leave her shoes on but everything else off, other than the collar. Celeste decides to make a judgment call and keep the shoes on, as she’s more accustomed to that. Celeste looks at her naked body in the huge mirror opposite the bed, and feels the excitement of being dommed by someone other than her Master and boyfriend for the first time.

Celeste has shared other submissives with her Master, Viv being one of them, but she’s been adamant to not be dommed by anyone other than her boyfriend since the beginning. She wanted that to stay between them. Except when she got ****. **** to see and talk to her best friend again.

Viv hadn’t talked to her and Hal for close to a year, after she suddenly left her job and decided to leave them behind after she confessed her feelings for Hal and her giving her ultimatum to him. When she and Hal found out that Viv’s gone into business with Becca, she found her opportunity to speak with her, and see if she was doing okay… and if they could still rekindle their friendship.

Becca didn’t want to get involved in their drama without a price, and that price was to play with her without Hal being there. Hal was hesitant, but Celeste was determined to speak to Viv, but she wouldn’t do it behind her boyfriend’s back. Celeste begged Hal into allowing the deal, **** to talk to her best friend again. Her best friend who was always there for her when she was struggling with her life with her ex-husband. Her best friend who was there for her during her divorce. Her best friend who introduced her to the new love of her life. She owed Viv a lot. She wasn’t going to give up on their friendship so easily.

Hal finally accepted Celeste’s pleas, knowing that it gave them a chance at talking to her and getting closure, or maybe even getting things back to the way they used to be.

Becca didn’t want Viv to think that she was forcing her to talk with them for no reason, so Becca shrewdly negotiated to use a media spotlight from the magazine as an excuse. Hal was all for it, as that was something they would’ve done for Viv in a heartbeat. It gave Becca a reason to **** Viv into making the deal as there was a business benefit, while also acting as a way to **** Viv in a room with them and talk. Viv only agreed as long as Hal didn’t come with Celeste though. She wasn’t ready to see him or talk to him yet. In the end, Hal accepted that as well.

Hal wanted Celeste to make sure of certain things though, and that was to see if Viv wanted to come back to them. Persuade her if she could. He felt guilty that he made Viv feel unwanted. He never intended for her to feel that way. He wanted to make amends, and maybe make up for his treatment of her, not just as a friend, but as his sub too.

Not for Celeste though. Viv was her best friend, and she’d settle for Viv just talking to her again. Celeste tried to persuade Viv like Hal wanted during their talk, she even tried domming her to remind her of Hal. A part of her was definitely determined to please her Master, but another part of her also didn’t want that for her relationship with Hal anymore, seeing that Viv seemed better off without them. Once she saw how adamant Viv was to no longer go back to them, she decided on her own to not push that further for her Master; and just told him she was moving on, and the best he could do was apologize over the phone to her.

As a way for Becca to give something back in the deal, she agreed to have the meeting between Celeste and Viv at Dorsia and give them VIP status at The Aphrodite afterwards, as a way to mask why Becca was going to dom Celeste without Hal there. They knew Viv wouldn’t believe for a second that Celeste and Becca would have their own private meeting without any kink play going on, so they chose to make a believable excuse for the kink play instead. Thankfully, when Viv changed the plans, Becca was accommodating in adding more people to their reservation.

All that, has led to this. Celeste staring at her naked body in the mirror, only wearing her heels and collar; about to be dominated by a new Mistress. She’s not nervous, she knows Becca will take care of her. She also knows that whatever Becca has planned, she knows it was worth it. It was worth seeing her best friend again, being friends with her again, and potentially seeing her happy with life in the future; even if it meant just being marginally a part of it now, unlike before. She knows it was worth it, knowing she can come back and visit Viv any time now, and just see how much happier she’ll be with her cousin and his other girlfriends.

Celeste takes comfort in that.

Celeste finally takes a deep breath. She admires her body one last time, narcissitically happy that she still looks good for her age, before opening the guest bedroom door to knock at her new Mistress’ private room.

Celeste stands in front of the door, and gives two solid knocks, before placing her hands behind her back. She waits a few seconds, a bit more conscious of her surroundings, now that she’s standing naked in a hallway with other people around. Yes, they should be sleeping now, but it’s not like there’s no possibility that no one’s going to come and possibly see her. Celeste doesn’t even know how many people are staying in this huge apartment. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to ponder on that possibility for long as Becca opens the door.

Becca has her hair up, wearing a really stunning leather corset with lace detailing, as well as black lace panties and arm-length lace fingerless gloves, with thigh high leather stripper boot heels that has the same lace detailing as the corset.

Becca looks Celeste up and down, like she’s a piece of meat, weighing her value, and taking note of her perfections and imperfections. Celeste is becoming more conscious, curious as to what her new Mistress is thinking with what she sees.

“You’re not ready.” Mistress declares, before slamming the door in front of Celeste.

‘What the fuck does that mean?’ Celeste thinks to herself.

She assumes it’s the shoes, and that Becca prefers that she’s completely naked instead. She takes off her shoes and throws them inside the guest bedroom before knocking on Mistress’ door once more. Mistress doesn’t open it this time, and instead asks through the door, “What have you changed to make Mistress think you’re ready?”

“I’ve removed my shoes, Mistress. I’m completely naked now.” Celeste answers.

“And?” Becca asks.

‘And?’, Celeste thinks to herself. “And… I’m ready” Celeste guessed.

“No. You are not.” Mistress answers, still not opening the door.

“What does Mistress wish from her ****?” Celeste asks.

“Mistress wants you to be ready.” She quickly answers with authority.

Celeste stands with a closed door in front of her, unsure what her Mistress wants to happen. Becca should know that to play this game, they need to have rapport first, but this is their first time together. ‘So what the fuck does she mean?’ Celeste asks herself. Celeste has dommed before, but always with the help of her Master. She tries to think, if she was the dom, what would Mistress want from her?

Her attempt at analysis is sidetracked by her awareness of people possibly seeing her naked having come back. How long does Mistress expect Celeste to stand there? Celeste begins to look at the other side of Becca’ huge apartment and sees that there are stairs leading both up and down, signaling just how big Becca’s place really is. ‘There’s no way that only Becca’s staying here right now. Other than Marybeth and her other maids, no way she lives here alone… right?’ Celeste thinks to herself.

Celeste is beginning to panic, with her heart racing from possibly getting caught by someone else. Especially Becca’s Dad, who she has met before with Hal at a marketing event for one of their restaurants. Would Becca be stupid enough to do this with her Dad around though? Celeste’s not sure. Marybeth seems to know what Becca’s private room was for and even prepared it. Maybe Mr. Hoffman knows about it too.

Celeste’s adrenaline is running wild now with her fight or flight instincts battling each other. She could just go back to her room and anger Becca and **** her hand, and accept the punishment, but that’s not going to reflect well on her Master’s training of her; and she doesn’t want to disappoint him either. She has to stay here… and Becca knows it.

Becca knows she can’t flee, and Becca knows of Celeste’s uncertainty of the situation. She wants her like this, panicking and **** for Mistress to let her enter. Celeste finally understands her situation. Celeste finally understands Becca’s intended play, and takes actions accordingly. Whether she gets caught or not, she now knows this is what Becca wants her to do. Mistress wants her to want this. Mistress wants her to act like a slut.

The Slut kneels in a wide stance, closes her eyes, and starts playing with herself. Rubbing her clit for stimulation. She thinks of her Master, and the numerous times she’s dommed her. Imagining what it would be like to return to him after having been dommed by someone else. Would he punish her for it? Would he punish her for being stubborn so that she could talk to her friend?

The Slut introduces two fingers inside her pussy, while her palm continues to rub her clit. She continues to go slow, building up her need for more. She’s letting out moans now, and is reminded of the fact that anyone passing by could hear her, and her panic heightens her pleasure. The Slut wonders if that’s how Marybeth knows about Becca’s extracurricular activities. Maybe she’s caught one of Mistress’ sluts before. Mistress making them beg to be let inside. The Slut ramps up her fingering because of this and squeezes each of her tits, rubbing her nipples as her fingers keep penetrating her at a quick pace. She lets out another loud moan, and instinctively places her forearm on the door in front of her for support, which results in a thudding sound as she puts her weight on it.

She’s beginning to hear the sound of her moist pussy being penetrated, and her deep breaths echoing in the silent hallway of Becca’s apartment. The Slut is noticeably wet now, some of her juices hitting the expensive looking wooden floors of Becca’s apartment.

“Mistress.” The Slut moans in a breathy tone as she continues to finger herself. “I’m ready.” she voices out before knocking on the door in a noticeably lower height.

Mistress opens the door suddenly. The Slut falls on all fours as the door is no longer supporting her, and makes her stop playing with herself.

“So undisciplined.” Mistress remarks condescendingly.

“I’m sorry Mistress. I wanted to be ready for you.” The Slut replies.

“And how are you ready, slut?” Mistress asks.

Celeste isn’t used to being called slut. That’s what Master used to call Viv, but she realizes that’s even better for her. Since, right now, she’s not her Master’s ****. She’s just another slut who needs her Mistress to take care of her, and she’ll do whatever it takes for her to do so. The Slut tries to straighten up, but Mistress’ foot stops her from doing so, keeping her on all fours.

“My body is ready for you to do with it as you wish, Mistress. My pussy is ready for you to play with, and my mouth is yours to use!” The Slut hungrily answers Mistress’ question.

“Use your mouth to beg your Mistress.” She commands her, wanting to heighten The Slut’s desperation for release.

“Please, Mistress! I beg you! Please want me. Use me however you wish!” The Slut begs.

Mistress takes her boot off of The Slut’s head, making The Slut hang her head in reverence to her new Mistress.

“Follow me.” Mistress commands her, and The Slut was about to stand up when Mistress placed her boot on The Slut’s head once more. “No.”

“Crawl.”