Lauren in the spotlight

Once the woman had Lauren all 'dressed' up, she led her forward by the scruff of her neck.

"Hey, what are you doing?" asked a confused Lauren. "Where are you taking me?" she tried to resist, but with her hands bound behind her and the mask blinding her, all she could do was allow herself to be led like some cattle. She hoped she was not being led to the slaughter. Well, slaughter might have been a more favourable destination, as she soon realized.

"Break a leg." said the woman kindly as she pushed Lauren foward a few steps.

"Eeek!" she yelped but managed to keep her balance. Break a leg? I thought she was gonna push me down some stairs, she thought. Wherever she was, the music was louder here. Almost like it was coming from nearby. She tried to listen for any sound of movement, but if there was any, the music was loud enough to muffle it. She was fumbling with the cuffs behind her back. Even with the key, it was no easy feat finding the keyhole without seeing. But the fidgeting little 'sub' caught the attention of someone.

"Look at that!" came the voice of a woman from nearby. The volume of the music was turned down. "I think a little bird is anxious for some spotlight."

That voice. Lauren knew that voice. Her archnemesis, Mistress Sandra a.k.a. the Red Hag. Well, what she called her anyway. The old bitch (slightly older than Lauren herself) who had been trying - and failing - to grab attention away from the rising star that was Lauren. But that couldn't have been. That night, Sandra was on stage having a... Then it hit her.

She was on stage...

... with her archrival...

... in a sub outfit that left little to the imagination.

Actually, her outfit managed to remarkably show off all the womanly curves and assets she shamefully lacked. She had been trying to get away from the Dungeon all night, only to get even deeper into it every time. Like a real dungeon. Regardless, it was even more imperative to leave the stage. And fast. She couldn't see, but she turned tail and ran. Or at least that was what she would have done, had Mistress Sandra not grabbed a hold of her ponytail the moment she turned.

"Are you going somewhere, darling?" said Mistress Sandra in a fulsome voice, while leading Lauren further forward by her hair. "You know, it is impolite to turn your back on your Mistress..."

My Mistress? I am my own Mistress, you whore, thought Lauren, but then something happened she was not prepared for.

"... not to mention your eager audience." and Mistress Sandra opened the eyeholes of her mask.

Lauren just stood there at the centre of the stage, unable to move a muscle. Granted it was still the break between acts, but dozens of people - all of whom would revere the ground she walked on - were looking at her in the slutty shorts and mask and nothing else. People whom she deemed inferior. And right next to her stood the Red Hag herself, looking as dominant as ever with that flowing red mane of hers. God, she was so huge now that Lauren was barefeet. She was once again glad for her mask. But even with her face covered, it was an experience she had never thought possible. And one she would surely not forget soon. She had been on this very stage a number of times, but in an entirely different role. This time, she was at the mercy of another.

Mistress Sandra grinned at the 'sub' in front of her. "That's better. Now they can see those pretty little eyes of yours." she cooed. "Oh my! Is that fear I see in them?" she asked with a wicked smile.

It was. Lauren was afraid. She dreaded her identity being revealed after her display. She would have given anything if their roles could have been reversed. She felt that familiar tingle down there from the mere thought, even despite her predicament. Alas, their roles would not be reversed any time soon.

Mistress Sandra licked her lips. She circled her like a hungry wolf circles its prey. Because at the moment, that was what Lauren was. Her prey. "You are a pale little thing aren't you? I was not aware of children being allowed into the D/s community." she smirked.

A roar of laughter came from the audience. Children? Screw you! thought Lauren.

"How old are you, darling?"

Yes, the time had come to make fun of her imperfections. Lauren knew this all too well. Verbal **** to make a dent in one's confidence and tear away their mental defenses little by little. She had done it herself a number of times - and cherished every moment of it. To poor Sarah, among others. But she was craving it. At least that was what Lauren always believed. But now she was on the receiving end. And she hated it. She was determined not to give in. Though she was not in a position to dominate anyone, all she needed to do was withstand Sandra's lies. Because lies they were. It was not like she really did look like a child, was it? She may have made herself look a bit bigger (a lot really) than she was, but everyone did that.

"I asked you a question." Mistress Sandra lashed Lauren on her uncovered pale inner thigh with a whip she was holding.

Mother of... She jumped as the pain shot through her, but tried her best to keep her composure. "20." she answered.

Mistress Sandra whipped her again, on the same spot. "20 what?"

"Ayee!" Lauren jumped again. As much as she liked causing pain, she hated receiving it. Every fiber of her being wanted to defy Sandra, but her body couldn't take any more pain. With shaky voice, she said what Sandra wanted to hear: "20, Mistress."

"Really? I would ask you for some ID, but I doubt you would be hiding it on yourself at the moment." she smirked. "Definitely not in your cleavage."

Another roar of laughter from the audience. Lauren was trembling with anger. She did have cleavage. She just needed a little... help with it.

"I mean, that's some seriously flat chest there for a 20-year-old." she poked her left titty with her whip to emphasize her point. "I think preschooler have more breast tissues than you do, honey. When you were jumping earlier, there was barely anything to jiggle."

Don't let her get to you. Don't let her get to you. You can take this. You are better than her. She kept telling herself, despite feeling her resolve slowly crumbling away.

"Do you want to jump some more?"

She shuddered at the thought. "No... No, Mistress."

Mistress Sandra was pleasedwith the answer. She walked around the 'sub', eyeing her up from various angles. "Nope, I just have to make sure of it."

And before Lauren could even react - not that she could have done anything - Sandra pulled down her shorts. Right there, on the stage. Mistress Lauren, Queen of the Night, was pantsed like some school nerd. She immediately heard Sandra roar with laughter from behind her. Lauren whished she could just turn into a horse and kick the everliving crap out of her, but she just stood there, unable to react. Not unable. Afraid. Though she dared not acknowledge it, she was terribly afraid. She endured her torment as best she could, but she was damn near losing it.

"Is the kiddo wearing silk panties?" asked a man from the audience.

"Posh little princess thinks she's a queen, ain't she!" said a woman.

"Her father must be spoiling her!" said another.

"Is that a wet spot on the front?"

Lauren looked down, and to her utter horror, there really was a small wet spot on the front of her panties. Though considering her situation, she was not entirely sure which type of wet it was.

It took a moment for Sandra to gather her composure. "Yes, they are silk. Expensive ones. And wet." she stood up behind Lauren. "But there's more. Look at this!" she said, as she turned her around. "Looks like our little girl has recently been very, very naughty." she looked into Lauren's eyes with total dominance and a shit-eating grin on her face.

The audinece just about died when they saw the 'little girl' claiming to be a 20-year-old woman, standing there with her scrawny backside bright red, almost glowing, from a very recent and very thorough spanking. She didn't see her backside, but she damn well felt it still from earlier. It took about a full minute for the people to calm down.

"And now," started Sandra as she turned Lauren to face the audience, "the final reveal." She hooked her fingers into the sides of Lauren's panties and pulled them to her ankles in one fluid motion.

Lauren just stood there on stage, completely and utterly naked. Well, apart from the gimp mask she had been wearing for the last hour or so. Her knees were trembling, her eyes started to water. Her last piece of clothing, her last shred of dignity had been stripped away from her. The dark little landing strip above her sex, her pride that no one had ever seen, was now on full display to an auditorium that was by then full of people again.

After a moment of total silence, Mistress Sandra walked next to her, playing with her panties. "Congratulations, darling. You are officially the most shapeless 20-year-old in the world." she said with a smug smile. "But you were a good sport." she winked while patting her red backside playfully. "Now go."

"Yes, Mistress..." Lauren muttered in a shaky voice. She did it. She endured the torment of her rival. It was painful and degrading, but she had finally triumphed. Well, more like she didn't lose. That was what mattered.

"One last thing, flattie." stopped her Mistress Sandra.

Lauren turned back, not sure what she meant. Then she felt her whip lash at her thigh one last time. On the same spot again! "Argh..." she yelped as she again jumped in pain. She damn near pissed herself.

Mistress Sandra cackled maniacally. "I just love those barely jiggling nips of yours as you jump. Now go."

Screw you, asshole! That was uncalled for. As small as the whip was, it hurt like hell. Especially on her tender inner thighs. And on the same spot three times. That spot was for loving caresses and kisses not whipping. She dared not think of what her infamous 'Fenrir' might have felt like. She slowly started waddling off the stage, completely naked, unable to close her legs from the pain, and with an ever-growing urge to pee. At least it was finally over. Or so she thought.

"Now, that was a welcome distraction." Mistress Sandra addressed the crowd. "But now I believe I owe you the final act. You can finally learn the fate of the naughty Queen and whether she gets her comeuppance or not."