More than one way to crack an egg

"Could it be? I sent a wet Queen for a clean up, and she comes back even wetter." She held up her finger for the crowd. "A different kind of wetness, mind you." she grinned, looking into the sub's eyes. "I think our pompous Queen is a randy little pissy pants."

The crowd just laughed

Lauren blushed furiously. She had felt it while she was being 'cleaned', but she hoped the Mistress... I mean Sandra would not notice. But of course she did. There was no escaping her observations.

At the snap of the Mistress' fingers, two male helpers came onto the stage and Lauren could feel her body trembling in fear of what was to come. Mistress Sandra barked them orders, but fortunately for Lauren, they only handled the cross she was bound to, until it was tilted backwards. It was easier on her arms, but still nowhere near comfortable. Now she was in a sort of lying position, compared to her previous standing one. Though gravity flattened her already tiny chest even more. Spread eagled as she was, this position meant the audience got an excellent view between her legs. Not that she had anything else they hadn't seen before. This new position also had the effect of making Sandra look all the taller, standing over her defenseless victim. The helpers left the stage, to Lauren's relief. Mistress Sandra, however, still circled around her like a vulture. She traces a finger around one of her little boobies until it reached the clamp. She flicked it, eliciting a wince from Lauren. As much as she tried to play it tough, she could still feel the pain in her poor titties. Then her hand travelled slowly down over her flat tummy, towards her smooth wet puss, never breaking eye contact with the little sub. She could see the hatred emanating from them. Lauren instinctively squirmed and jerked her hips in an attempt to evade the invading fingers.

"So defiant. I'll break you yet." whispered Mistress Sandra in her ears. Then she turned towards the audience. "We have wasted enough time with little... 'accidents'. The time has finally come to teach Her Royal Majesty a lesson in humility." she sneered back at the sub.

Lauren could feel sweat forming on her body. She knew she was at the 'mercy' of a Mistress, and the idea filled her with unease. But she also knew that Mistress Sandra would eventually need to remove her ballgag. She couldn't have a main 'actor' without any lines. Then, she would accuse her of forcing her into her play against her will. The D/s community was not without rules. People would come to her aid. She just had to endure till then. Then something unexpected grazed her clit and Lauren shuddered.

"Such a sensitive little girl." looked back Mistress Sandra from between her legs. She had just withdrawn her clawed finger from Lauren's sex. "I think we can work with that."

She snapped her fingers again, and two sub girls came up to the stage. One of them was the girl who had shaved and 'cleaned' Lauren earlier. They were dressed as subs, but due to her position and lack of any outfit, it was obvious she was at the bottom of the food chain of the stage.

"The Queen is all yours." Mistress Sandra said nonchalantly. "Get to work. Show her our hospitality."

The two girls knew what that meant and immediately got to caressing Lauren's naked body all over. Her eyes shot wide open. She hadn't expected any such encounter. She raised her head to look at the girl she 'knew' with pleading eyes, only to see a cheeky wink from her. When her nipple clamps were gently removed, she involuntarily groaned into the gag from the relief she felt. She could feel all the blood flooding back into the little nubs, making them tingle in the process. The two subs made sure not to touch them just yet.

When she felt Mistress Sandra's finger evers so gently trace over her pink slit, Lauren's body tensed and a little moan escaped from behind the ballgag. She tried to stifle it, but she couldn't. To Mistress Sandra's great amusement.

Lauren tried to wiggle her hips away from her nemesis' fingers for a couple of minutes, but the moment she felt the mouths of the two subs wrap around her tormented little nipples, she arched her back and screamed into the gag. The girls could practically encircle her entire little titties with their mouths. And it made Lauren go goddamn nuts. Her nipples had always been sensitive - and due to her... shortcomings, she had never had them caressed by someone else - but the pain caused by the clamps being replaced by swirling tongues was more than she could handle. More than anyone could have handled. That combined with Mistress Sandra's finger playing with her sex, put the writhing and trashing little 'sub' on the verge of cumming really fast - even despite her unwilling nature. She had never been easy to satisfy, but the current circumstances were... unique. As hard as she tried, she knew she could not hold back her impending orgasm for much longer. For a moment, she wished Mistress Sandra would go back to causing her pain. She had never imagined she would ever be made to cum on a stage in front of an audience. All the shame of it, yet her body reacted, betrayed her. She could hold out no longer. She was only flesh and blood, after all. She could feel her whole upper body flush. She closed her eyes, and let it happen.

Or she would have.

If it hadn't been the time when the subs removed their mouths and Mistress Sandra withdrew her finger with a wicked sneer. Lauren was left hanging, so close to an orgasm, yet so painfully unable to achieve one. She screamed into the gag, furious about her orgasm being denied to her and shameful about the idea of even considering having an orgasm on a stage in front of all these people.

"Oh, my..." exclaimed Mistress Sandra, looking at the Queen's juices flowing down her ass. "Someone seems to have opened the floodgates." she grinned at her victim, who was still panting heavily. "We have ourselves a leaky queenie. Leaky Queenie. That's your new name. Do you like it?"

"Fucking bitch!" was what Lauren said into the gag, but it came out as a disapproving groan.

"Remove that gag. Let her majesty speak." ordered Mistress Sandra to one of the subs. And let her moan and scream and beg, she smiled.

Once her ballgag was removed, Mistress Sandra asked again. "Do you like your new name, Leaky Queenie?"

"No..." panted Lauren, her eyes burning with white-hot hatred towards the Mistress. "Damn you... You... can't just..." She finished with a defeated moan when she felt the two mouths latch onto her nipples again.

"We'll try that again later." said Mistress Sandra, as she returned to manipulating Lauren's wet petals with her fingers. She knew she had her right where she wanted to. And she didn't even have to damage the 'goods'. The ballgag was no longer necessary. The Queen was 'in character'. Soon, there would be only one thing she could say.

Lauren had finally been ungagged, free to speak her mind. Yet, with her most sensitive of places all violated at the same time, she could not utter a single coherent word. All she could do was scream and groan. She was ashamed of the display she put on. They had managed to unleash the animal most people kept within the confines of the bedroom. Hers was now made public.

"So, Leaky Queenie," Mistress Sandra said while circling her clit, deliberately avoiding the little nub "do you like your new name?"

"Please..." panted Lauren. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please make me cum..." she said, behind gritted teeth. Eager to get it over with.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!" she yelled. The shame of having to beg her rival to satisfy a most carnal of needs was not lost on poor Lauren. Her cheeks and chest couldn't have turned more crimson if they wanted to.

"Like this?" asked Mistress Sandra, while entering her with a finger and circling her big, red clit with another.

"Yes! OHH! YES!" Lauren was trembling. She was essentially fucking her rival's fingers within seconds. Oh, the indignity of it all. But she didn't care. Her mind was focused on one thing alone: lust. "YES! YEESS! I'M COMING! I'M COMING!"

But Mistress Sandra cruelly pulled away her fingers in the last minute.

"No! NOOOO! ARGGGHHH!" screamed Lauren. She had never been this horny in her entire life. She was vainly humping the air, desperately searching for any form of friction to send her over the edge. "I need to cum! Please..." she sobbed.

"No. You WANT to cum. You NEED to answer my questions. Maybe next time."

For the next twenty minutes, Lauren had been taken to the edge of a climax four times, and she was denied the satisfactory release each time. In the beginning she valiantly tried to stifle her moans, but she had long since abandoned trying to hold back and surrendered herself to wailing like a bitch in heat. Her body was coated in a thin layer of sweat, her muscles tired of all the flexing and thrashing. She was constantly out of breath, her boyish chest rising and falling with her panting. Her tiny nipples were longer and more erect than they had ever been, pointing towards the ceiling like little antennas. And her sex was red and swollen, with her engorged clit poking out from under the hood like a third nipple seeking attention. It only took twenty minutes to turn a woman, a Mistress, into a drooling animal.

"So," Mistress Sandra looked approvingly at the Queen in need "do you like your new name?"

"Yes... Please..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Mistress... I like my... new name... Please..." she said, while swallowing what little pride she had left.

"Please what?" she grinned at the broken girl triumphantly.

"Please let me cum..."

"Does my Leaky Queenie wants to cummy cum?"

"Yes, please."

"Say it."

"Leaky... Leaky Queenie wants to... cum..." she whimpered. When she saw the disapproving nod from Mistress Sandra, she knew what was her problem. "LEAKY QUEENIE WANTS TO CUM!" she yelled, totally beside herself.

That brought a smile on Mistress Sandra's face. "Do you want a big, fat cock up your scrawny arse?"

"I... I..." she stuttered. Her arse? She had never even had a finger up her ass, let alone a 'big, fat cock'. And as much as she needed, no wanted, release, she was not entirely sure whether she was ready for it or not. In any other time, she would have said 'no' to anal sex within a heartbeat. But losing her anal cherry on stage to some loser male sub was not a particularly inviting idea either.

"What was that?" asked Mistress Sandra, noticing the Queen's hesitation.

"I... I... I..."

"Awwww..." cooed Mistress Sandra as she walked over to her victim's head, her hand still gently teasing her swollen nether regions. "Has Leaky Queenie never had anything up her bum?" she asked with a wide grin.

"I... Is there... no... other way?" she whispered, as if ashamed to admit her fear and **** in front of the crowd. But her knees were still trembling, her body in need of an orgasm.

"Stop muttering around, I can't hear a word." she said irritated. "You know what, let's get this mask off of you."

"No!" screamed Lauren in panic, but could do nothing to stop her.

Mistress Sandra unzipped the back and pulled the mask off with one hand, freeing the woman of her sub identity she had been '****' into for the night. Her brunette locks fell down to her shoulder from the previous ponytail the mask provided. And Mistress Sandra was looking into the wide eyes of her archrival, Mistress Lauren. The sub was not a sub.

"Lauren?" asked Mistress Sandra incredulously, as shocked as anyone in there.

Silence fell on the auditorium after this latest of reveals.