Milena's night with...

The entire crowd gasped the woman who had purchased Milena for the night was a woman who needed no introduction: Taylor Swift. The world-famous singer/songwriter stood in a beautiful dark blue gown that had a slit going all the way up one of her gorgeous long legs and nearly offered a glimpse at what was hidden beneath. Her long blonde hair was done in a bun with a thick string of diamonds around it, and another sparkling diamond necklace around her neck. Her full lips were painted a dark luscious red, and dark eye shadow contrasted her stunning blue eyes making them all the more prominent even from a distance.

Jessica, Emily, Eden, and Alura rounded their table leaving Hilary, Brandi, Lisa, and Caprice where they knelt. The four mistresses each shook Taylor’s hand and congratulated her on her purchase.

“It’s nice to see you again Taylor,” Jessica said once Taylor had shaken all of their hands.

“You as well, Jessica,” Taylor replied with a smile.

The mistress’ phones beeped, and Emily looked at hers. She smiled seeing that the funds had already cleared into the resort’s account. “The funds have cleared, Milena is officially your’s for the night.”

“Thank you, I trust she’ll be prepared as I instructed on the form I filled out?”

“Of course,” Eden said with a smile.

“You’ll be collected after lunch by one of our staff and taken to our private dungeon where our harem’s overseer Elsa will access your readiness for service,” Alura said, with a smile of her own.

“I’m honestly looking forward to it,” Taylor replied as she watched two guards take Milena from the stage. One holding the leash that was attached to her collar, the other following close behind. Taylor knew they were taking the Ukrainian beauty to be prepared, and then to her bungalow

“May I ask you something, Taylor?” Jessica asked.

“Anything you like.”

“Why bid a month of service time? I mean your career and all.”

“Oh, I have the next couple of months off so that’s not a problem. As for the other part of your question, I love making music and performing for my fans, but sometimes, it gets exhausting. All the autographs and pictures, and interviews, sometimes I just want to be somewhere where I’m not being catered to and can be treated just like any other person for a while.”

“Well, I suppose that does make sense,” Emily said shrugging her shoulders slightly. “We’ll leave you to your fun. See you after lunch,” she added as she and the other mistresses took hold of the leashes of the slaves they had brought and left.

“Miss Swift,” a waitress in a short revealing dress said as she approached. “It will be a few minutes before Milena is ready and delivered to your bungalow. Would you like another glass of champagne while you wait?” Taylor smiled politely at the waitress.

“Yes, I would love another glass. Thank you.”

“I’ll be back with your drink in a second, Miss Swift.”

A few minutes later, Taylor sipped the last of her champagne as one of the resort staff approached her. "Excuse me, Miss Swift, but Milena awaits your pleasure in your bungalow."

"Thank you," Taylor said with a lust-fueled smile. The pop star stood and began the relatively short walk back to bungalow nine. She walked with purpose and as quickly as she dared in stiletto heels.

She arrived at the bungalow about five minutes later, her heart pounding with anticipation, her mind racing with possibilities to feed her secret sexual appetite, and her neatly trimmed pussy, leaking into her silk G-string.

Taylor held her keycard up to the door lock. It beeped and a soft click let her know that the lock had disengaged. She stepped into the bungalow that was themed like a medieval castle. The walls and floors were made of cool, smooth flagstone. The ceiling was made of beautiful bare wood with beams and trusses with intricate designs carved into them. Along the walls several tapestries depicting women in various states of bondage. Torches and candles along the wall and ceiling provided ample lighting, and being of a magical nature gave no heat and posed no risk of fire.

Taylor stopped at a small table in the living room area and smiled at the diamond tiara that was lying on it. She undid the clasp of the diamond band holding her bun and shook her head letting her long blonde hair fall to her mid-back. She picked up the tiara and placed it on her head.

Taylor moved down the hall to her right, her heels clicking rhythmically against the flagstone floor. She stopped at the first door on the right and entered. This was the largest room in the bungalow. It's private dungeon. It was equipped with a spanking bench and a Saint Andrew’s Cross that sat on wooden posts so its occupant would be lying on her back or stomach. A table made of polished hardwood was in one corner, leaning back at a forty-five-degree angle a short metal chain was bolted to each corner, and dangling from each chain was a simple black leather cuff. There was a large bondage horse that would keep anyone placed on it several inches off of the floor. Along three of the walls paddles, whips, straps, canes, restraints, nipple clamps, and strap-ons of every conceivable type hung from several rows of hooks waiting for use.

On the fourth wall was Milena. Held to it by metal shackles at her wrists and ankles that **** her to stand spread-eagled. Around her neck was a thick metal collar that still allowed the brunette to move her head. Her tattered dress from the auction had been replaced by a ballgown that was made to look dingy and tattered as if it had been worn for days. Hidden on the front of the dress was a velcro strip that would allow the top of the dress to be easily torn away without damaging the dress. The two women's eyes met, and Taylor could see the fear in Milena's light brown eyes.

Taylor strode over to Milena a smirk on her face. Her eyes darted around the room, and her mind racing with possibilities. She came to a stop and stared directly into Milena's eyes. Without warning, Taylor slapped Milena's face.

"This could have been avoided, Milena. All you had to do was agree to surrender your kingdom and you could have still ruled, only in my name and not your own," Taylor said before slapping Milena's face again. "Let this be a lesson to you, Milena. Queen Taylor always gets what she wants. Do you know what I want now?"

"No," Milena answered, her voice cracking slightly. Taylor scowled at her and slapped her again.

"From now on you will address me as 'Mistress' or 'Queen Taylor.'" At first, Milena said nothing, only staring at Taylor.

"My people will never accept your rule," Milena said defiantly.

“Oh, they will, they have **** in the matter. And do you know why?” Taylor asked as she gently gripped Milena’s chin.

“You’re a fucking psycho!”

Taylor softly clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in a mock chiding manner. “You didn’t address me properly,” she said in a sing-song tone. “You’re people will accept my rule because Queen Taylor always gets what she wants.” Taylor moved in close, her lips mere fractions of an inch from Milena’s. “And do you know what I want now, Milena?” she asked as she used the index finger of her free hand to slowly circle Milena’s shapely right breast through the tattered gown.

“Your sanity?” Taylor growled before slapping Milena for a third time. “You will learn to address me properly Milena, I promise you that,” she said her voice low and stern. Taylor grabbed the top of the dress and ripped it open by the Velcro strip, exposing Milena’s breasts. “I want you to join my harem of former princesses and queens that dared to defy me, and you will. Now be a good girl and tell me why.”

“I will never submit to the likes of you!”

“Naughty naughty,” Taylor said again in a sing-song tone before taking one of Milena’s nipples into her mouth and gently sucking until she felt it harden. When it did, she bit down and began to pull making Milena scream.

“OOOWWW!!!” she said in a high-pitched whine and pulled at her shackles. All of the time feeding the fee and then being ****-fed the milky juice from the fruited had left her entire body extremely sensitive.

“The correct answer would have been, ‘Because Queen Taylor always gets what she wants.’ Now since you have insulted me, and refused to address me properly, you need to be punished like the naughty girl you are,” Taylor said with a smile that both frightened and excited Milena. “I suppose I’ll start here,” she said squeezing Milena’s breasts. Taylor walked away and grabbed two candles that Milena had somehow missed. One was red, the other dark purple, and both were about the size of a pop can. “You have gorgeous tits. It’s too bad I’ll have to mark them up, but, you are the one to blame.” Milena looked fearfully at the candles as Taylor held them over her breasts. Slowly and with a smile of pure joy, Taylor turned her wrists, drawing out the inevitable moment when the hot melted wax would pour onto Milena’s tender flesh.

“No, please, I’ll be good I . . . .” Milena whimpered just before the wax splashed onto her left breast, coating her nipple and areola. She screamed as the searing heat assaulted her already overly sensitized nipple. Taylor looked at her prize with lust-filled eyes and ignored the moans of pain coming from the other woman as she continued to pour the wax onto her other nipple until both were coated in the now solid wax.

“Better,” she purred. She walked over to the Saint Andrew’s cross and picked up a soft leather flogger with a handle made of polished wood nearly two feet long. Sturdy leather strands eight to twelve inches long hung off of it. After walking back to Milena, the flogger held in a reverse grip in her right hand, she pressed the rear of the handle against the underside of the beautiful brunette’s chin. “You’ll obey, and join my harem?”

“Yes, Queen Taylor,” Milena replied, her tone sounding somber.

“I’ve never had someone break from just the slightest bit of pain. I have a feeling you’ll serve me well for no other reason than to avoid pain.”

“Yes, Queen Taylor, I… I promise to serve you well.”

“Prove it, beg me to whip the wax off of those pretty tits,” Taylor said as she lowered her hand and flipped the flogger around so that the strands faced Milena. “And you better beg properly, or things will get much, much worse for you,” she added as she raised the flogger and pulled the leather strands taught in her left hand.

“Queen Taylor, please whip the wax off of my tits," Milena said softly.

“Loud and proud Milena, this is your last chance. Now beg!”

"Queen Taylor, please whip the wax off of my tits!" Milena screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the dungeon.

“That's more like it,” Taylor purred as she brought the flogger down across Milena’s left breast, grinning at the yelp of pain that escaped her lips. Taylor smiled as she watched the flakes of hardened wax fly from Milena’s breasts. Taylor continued to whip Milena’s breasts until they were wax-free. She smiled broadly when she was done, Milena was taking deep heaving breaths and her now red and swollen breast rose and fell quickly.

“Now, Milena,” Taylor said before she again took one of Milena’s nipples in her mouth and sucked until the brunette began to moan. “Since you saw reason so quickly, and to prove to you that I am a kind queen to those that serve me well and obey me, I will let you choose where your punishment for not addressing your queen properly will take place. Do you want to be placed on the angled table, the bondage horse, the Saint Andrew’s Cross, or over the spanking bench?” she asked stroking Milena’s cheek affectionately. “You have one minute to decide.”

“The angled table, Queen Taylor,” Milena managed to gasp out.

“Very well,” Taylor said as she unlocked Milena’s shackles and led her over to the table. She pressed Milena’s back against the table and locked her wrists and ankles in the cuffs. She then went to the wide selection of devices and implements and eventually selected what looked like a glass ball sitting on top of a black handle. As Taylor made her way back over, Milena eyed the device with a mixture of fear, lust, and anticipation. Taylor held it up for her to see. “Do you know what this is, Milena?”

“N-no, Queen Taylor,” Milena answered, her voice trembling.

“Well, to be honest, I’m not sure either,” Taylor said with a shrug. “I can tell you it’s something my sorceress whipped up. She’s a wonderful woman, always coming up with new ways to provide both pleasure and pain to those in my harem. At my will, it creates a small lighting storm see?” she asked as she pressed a button with her thumb. Inside the tube, several small purple lighting bolts appeared and made constant contact with the inside of the glass. “The interesting thing about it,” Taylor continued as she let the lighting vanish. “Is if I press it to your skin and summon the lighting you get pleasure.” To prove her point, Taylor pressed the glass ball against Milena’s pussy and pressed the button. The electricity started, and Milena moaned in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Queen Taylor,” Milena moaned as she began to move her hips.

“But naughty girls like you, don’t get pleasure,” Taylor said slowly before she pulled the ball away. As soon as it wasn’t making contact with her skin, a painful shock went through Milena’s pussy causing her to scream.

“OW!” Milena screamed as Taylor gave her a quick second shock.

“Starting with the next shock, on the odd-numbered shocks I want you to say, ‘I am honored to be your ****.’ On the even shocks, I want you to say, ‘Thank you, Queen Taylor.’ Do you think you can handle that?” Taylor asked as she started the device again and held it in front of Milena’s face.

“Yes, Queen Taylor,” Milena said trying to keep the fear from her voice. Taylor smirked as she slowly lowered the wand keeping it well clear of Milena’s skin until it was near her right breast. Slowly she moved it towards the sensitive nipple. With a faint snap, the electricity bit into Milena’s nipple, causing her to yelp in pain. “I am honored to be your ****!” a second later, the right nipple felt the bite of the electricity. “Thank you, Queen Taylor!”

Taylor continued the pattern for several minutes, methodically switching between Milena’s breasts and pussy, until she hung limply in her bondage, breathing heavily. Taylor smiled as she turned off the device and set it down. "And that, dear Milena, is your punishment for not addressing me correctly," Taylor said as she let Milena off of the table. She then went back to the selection of toys and implements to replace the wand. She returned to Milena, carrying a black leather collar. “Kneel.”

“Yes, Queen Taylor,” Milena said as she dropped to her knees.

“From now on, you are mine, and I expect complete obedience from now on. Disobey me and you’ll get far worse than what you got today. Is that clear?” Taylor asked as she placed the collar around Milena’s neck.

“Yes, Queen Taylor.”

“Good. Now comes the fun part of your submission,” Taylor said before turning her back to Milena. “Undress me.”

“Yes, Queen Taylor,” Milena said before standing and carefully undoing the clasp to the blonde’s beautiful gown. It fell to the floor revealing that Taylor wore no bra, only the tiny red silk G-string that showed off her perfectly toned ass. Milena’s eyes froze as they marveled at it.

The tiny red silk G-string was barely visible against Taylor's smooth, radiant skin. It hugged her toned curves perfectly, accentuating her firm buttocks and highlighting every inch of her flawlessly sculpted ass. The thin fabric revealed just enough to tease and tantalize, leaving Milena unable to tear her gaze away. It was a sight of pure temptation and submission.

“Like what you see, ****?”

“Yes, Queen Taylor,” Milena answered sounding almost like she was in a trance.

“Remove them,” Taylor commanded.

Carefully, as if she thought the fabric was so delicate it would tear at the slightest touch Milena pulled the barely there panties down Taylor’s long smooth legs. She stepped out of them and walked to a large selection of strap-ons. She selected a red one and secured it to her slender waist. She then grabbed a leash before returning to Milena and clipping it to her collar. She led the brunette into her bungalow’s bedroom where she had placed the four thick pillows so they lay vertically at the center of the bed.

“On all fours ****, straddling those pillows.”

“Yes, Queen Taylor,” Milena said as she crawled onto the bed and straddled the pillows. As she let her weight fall onto them, she quickly discovered that the four pillows would do a good job of supporting her body. She felt the leash tighten as Taylor wrapped it around her hand as she took a kneeling position on the bed. The brunette’s heart began to race as Taylor rubbed the tip of the strap-on dildo against her glistening pussy. She had spent so long as a prisoner of the green, constantly at the very edge of orgasm Milena knew she would not last long. She only hoped that Taylor would allow her to cum.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for some time Milena, and now it’s going to happen,” Taylor said before she slowly inserted the hard rubber cock into Milena and buried it to the harness. Taylor ground her hips against Milena’s ass making her moan. “Do you know why it’s going to happen?” she whispered in a low sultry purr, right into Milena’s ear.

“Queen Taylor always gets what she wants,” Milena answered,

“Good girl,” Taylor said as she slowly pulled the strap-on part way out of Milena’s aching pussy.

“Keep saying it, while I fuck you,” Taylor said as she slapped Milena’s ass, and before ramming back into her, fucking her deep and hard.

“Queen Taylor always gets what she wants,” Milena whimpered as an orgasm started to build deep inside her. “Queen Taylor always gets what she wants,” Milena moaned as Taylor pounded into her harder and harder.

Taylor felt her orgasm building as she fucked the brunette below her. “Say it again, bitch, say it louder," she growled, her orgasm threatening to burst free.

“Queen Taylor always gets what she wants!” Milena screamed as her orgasm washed over her body. Two more hard thrusts and Taylor’s cries of pleasure joined Milena’s in an orgasmic crescendo.

Els will collect Taylor, place a collar around her neck, and take her naked and leashed to the mistress' private dungeon. How will Taylor react? Answer in comments

A) Co-operatively

B) She resists to being naked and leashed publicly