Gemma refuses to submit.

Gemma's cheeks redden and her little fists clench. Though the towering redhead steps close to your young lover and her impressive leather clad chest is almost pressed into her face she refuses to be intimidated.

"Silly little girl." The statuesque woman says, not unkindly. "Hand me the ****'s leash and accept your place."

"My name is Mistress Gemma." Your mistress declares loudly, with a hint of menace. "I will not be referred to as a subbie. This is my **** and whether I choose to hand over her leash to another is my decision alone."

The auburn haired domme smiles and steps back a short distance.

"Congratulations." The man says to Gemma stepping forward. "I'm afraid we are required to test newcomers who style themselves as dominant. Some come to the club who are just not ready or able."

Gemma relaxes. "And what would have happened if I'd failed the test?"

"If my colleague had been able to cow you into submission you would have been offerred the chance to leave." The male officer explains. "If you had stayed you would have been considered a submissive and been fair game for any that chose to collar you."

"I would have collared you myself." The woman adds with a smile. "No disrespect intended Mistress Gemma, but the pair of you on leashes would have made a pretty sight and I'd have had some fun with you both."

"Really?" Gemma says, looking up at the woman. "That sounds quite interesting, perhaps one night in the future I might consider switching roles and finding out what that feel like."

"But not tonight Mistress Gemma?" The woman asaks hopefully.

"No, not tonight." Gemma states.

Gemma leads you deeper into the club by your leash. All around leather and latex clad people are mingling. One of the women who'd been dancing to the clubs music stops and waves at you before hurrying over. As she comes closer you recognise Poppy, the goth chick from the adult store.

"Hi Mistress Gemma, Doe" she greets you enthusiastically. "So you made it then?"

Poppy's wearing a leather bikini, thigh high boots and a collar. You read the word "SLUT" on her collar. Her black hair is pulled into twin ponytails which stick out from the side of her head and swish whenever she moves. Flourescent red streaks have been added to her hair since you last met and glow in the darkened atmosphere of the club.

"Yes, so we have." Gemma says. "You made a good recommendation from what I've seen so far."

Gemma hooks her finger through the ring on Poppy's collar and pulls the goth towards her. She french kisses her hard, asserting her dominant position. Poppy responds without protest, rubbing her almost naked body submissively against Gemma's. Once your lover releases her Poppy looks at you, smiles and looks back to Gemma hopefully.

"You have my permission." Gemma says, reading Poppy's look.

Poppy hugs you and kisses you on the lips. You respond equally, pressing yourself to her so that your breasts mash against hers. You feel her hand lift your short flouncy maid's skirt and her fingertips rub your pussylips. You take this as an invitation for you to reciprocate and meet no resistance as your hand slips down the front of her leather bikini bottoms. Your fingers find a shaven snatch already hot and leaking pussyjuice freely.

"Hey Doe." Poppy breathes, breaking the kiss a moment. "I'm so glad your mistress brought you."