Complete Degredation

Mistress Sandra walked around Lauren. "Normally during this part of the show, I bring one of my worthless minions on stage and show him and the audience what a worthless pinky-dicked little wuss he is, but this is a special occasion. We have here a little girl who pretended to be a domme like me!" A bit of anger grew in Mistress Sandra's voice. "Can you imagine?!" She pulled off the hood allowing Lauren's hair to fall all around her face.

The crowd started to boo.

Please just get this over with! thought Lauren.

"Does anyone here think this little girl with the itty bitty titties could ever pass as a domme?!"

"Nooo!" shouted the crowd.

Mistress Sandra grabbed Lauren by the neck and **** her to her knees. Lauren could not see what Sandra was doing other than motioning for some things. I pair of men dressed only in tight black leather shorts and hoods came out with trays. Lauren could not see what was on them.

Mistress Sandra took something from the tray and bent down. She put a spiked collar around Laurent neck. She then grabbed something else. It was a mouth guard, the kind dentists used when whitening teeth, the kind that kept the mouth spread open and teeth displayed. Lauren tried to keep her mouth shut, but a smart crack on the ass with the whip made her whelp in pain, and Mistress Sandra took the opening and put the mouth guard in, spreading Lauren's mouth wide. After she secured it, she took a device that had two buds like small ear buds of cell phone. The buds went up Lauren's nostrils then her nose was pulled back and the device secured to the collar Lauren was wearing. Her nose was pulled back, she had to look up, and her face was contorted into a grotesque caricature.

Lauren's collar was then attached to a ring on the stage floor which caused Lauren to face the audience with her face about four inches from the floor.

Please let this end soon! Thought Lauren. Just think of anything else! She told herself but it did not work. She felt her ankles get grabbed and attached to a spreader bar that pulled her feet apart as far as they would go and strained her leg muscles.

The crowd was going wild now.

"This is Lauren, the fake domme!" said Mistress Sandra. "Feel free to take photos and videos of her for a minute!"

The crowd cheered. Lauren watched the obedient crowd take out their phones. She saw some of her clients, who oddly seemed to be enjoying this. They must have felt duped by Lauren's tricks to make herself look more feminine and womanly.

Lauren was defeated, drool slipped from the mouth guard down her chin. She was naked on stage in front of a crowd of people who she deemed worthless subs, and her rival was in a position to do anything to her in front of them.

"OK, enough!" said Mistress Sandra sharply.

On cue, the crowd put up their phones and fell silent.

Mistress Sandra took something else off of the tray and held it in front of Lauren's face. It was a large anal plug with a tail attached to it. Lauren's eyes went wide. She was an anal virgin, and this plug was huge.

"I think this bitch needs to look more like a bitch since she certainly does not look like a domme!" said Mistress Sandra. "I think for lube, I'll use....hmmmm...spicy mustard!"

The crowd cheered, and Lauren tried to shake her head the best she could. She lost sight of Mistress Sandra for moment then felt something wet being circled around her anus. Mistress Sandra slowly started to insert the anal plug then rammed it in causing Lauren to howl the best she could with the mouth guard in.

It took a moment, but the mustard started to burn her delicate anus. Lauren squirmed, and started to cry, the tears smeared her mascara, and it ran down her cheeks. She felt another smart crack on the ass from the whip.

"Are we through with her?!" cried Mistress Sandra.

Yes, for the love of God YES! thought Lauren.

The crowed cheered amid shouts of "No!"