The show must go on

Saying that Mistress Sandra was shocked to see the little titless sub she had been tormenting (and in whom she still had a finger) was Mistress Lauren, her rival, would have been the understatement of the year. But she wasn't laughing anymore. While she would have found such a reveal hilarious in any other circumstances, her initial shock was soon replaced not by joy or content but by fear. She had dreaded the brunette Mistress ever since she first appeared, and as satisfying as it may have seemed to humiliate her, Mistress Lauren was not a willing participant in her show. Mistress Sandra knew that she would have had to smooth things over with her Master afterwards, but that plan went down the drain a moment ago. She had broken serious rules of the community. Her trustworthiness, her rank, her status were all but forfeit. Mistress Lauren may become a laughingstock, but she (Sandra) would be **** to leave the D/s community. She could never become a Mistress. Not in public, at least. She was desperately searching her mind for a way out of the mess she had gotten herself into. What horrible acts would she have to do for Mistress Lauren in favour of her keeping silent?

Time seemed to stop around Lauren as she was looking into the wide eyes of Mistress Sandra. Her frustration was soon forgotten in the heat of the moment. She was barely able to comprehend her situation. And for the most part, so was everyone else. Her naked upper body and unmasked face was all over the screens above the stage, so even people in the back could clearly see who Flattie or Leaky Queenie was. The infamous Mistress Lauren. There was no denying it. All her secrets had been revealed. To people she knew, no less. People who used to fear and respect her. And she had pissed herself on stage, among other degrading acts. Oh, the indignity. All hope seemed lost, until she noticed the terrified expression on Mistress Sandra's face. It took her a moment, but she eventually realised why she seemed so afraid. She could ruin the bitch if she revealed how she was **** into her play. That wouldn't repair the damage she had suffered to her status, but it could be her just payback. All she needed were a few words.

When Mistress Sandra saw the newfound determination on her rival's face, she knew she had lost. She was pulling her hand back to raise them submissively, willing to promise anything to the shamed Mistress to save herself. And in that moment of surrender, when she felt the noose around her neck tightening, her withdrawing hand accidentally made contact. Her finger just ever so gently brushed up against Mistress Lauren's engorged clit.

And poor Lauren had lost it.

She may have forgotten about her need for a moment, but the frustration was never gone. That slight touch was all she needed. The words she should have spoked vanished. "Oh, Mistress! Please finish me!" she screamed as her body tensed. Her hips bucked, trying to hump the withdrawing fingers. "I want to cum! Please make me cum!"

That was the moment of truth, and Mistress Sandra knew it. One can be **** onto stage against their will, but one cannot be **** to speak against their will. Her angry archrival had just become a 'willing participant' in her show. And to think she had almost submitted herself to the horny brat. A malicious grin formed on her face. She would have to improvise, but her show was not completely lost yet.

"Masters, Mistresses, subs and slaves," she addressed the dumbfounded audience, "give a round of applause for the Leaky Queenie, the mighty 'Mistress' Lauren herself."

The thrashing Lauren could hear the crowd go wild with cheers. "NOOOOOO! Please, noooo!" she screamed, both out of shame and frustration.

"You have been ruling over and tormenting the fair folk of this kingdom long enough." continued Mistress Sandra with great satisfaction. "Each and every one of them had served your various needs, in one way or the other." she withdrew her fingers again and let the two girls play with Lauren's tiny breasts. "I think it is poetic justice, that your needs shall be denied to you."

"Noo! Please, Mistress. I... I can't take it anymore!"

"I have delivered justice in your name." she turned towards the audience. "Was it satisfactory?" Oh, she already knew the answer.

"YEEEEESSSSS!" hollered the crowd unanimously. They all had in various ways been bossed around by Mistress Lauren in the past. And the few who hadn't been, simply enjoyed her downfall. In a sense, Mistress Lauren had really been the Evil Queen she was portraying, so her downfall seemed satisfying and just.

"Do you hear that, my dear?" Mistress Sandra smirked at her victim. Her face beaming superiority. "Your reign is over."

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please make me... cum..."

"Submit to me! Relinquish all titles you had ever held! Accept me as your new master!"

"I... I..." panted Lauren. Her life as a Mistress was all but over. Nobody would take her seriously in the D/s community ever again. And she really, REALLY needed release. Everything else seemed blurry. "Yes..."

"What was that?"

"YES!"

"Say it."

"I...submit... I relinquish my titles... I accept you as my... master." she sobbed.

"That shall do it, for now." said Mistress Sandra with a satisfied smirk. She looked like she had just opened the Christmas presents for the rest of her life all at once. "But I think there is a special someone who had suffered moreso than anyone else under your evil reign. I think she would be the perfect Princess for the finale."

Lauren's eyes widened. No... She can't possibly mean...

"Sarah, was it?" she smiled. "Sarah dear, would you come up to the stage for the finale?" She hadn't specifically spotted Sarah before, but she knew she must have been there if Lauren was.

After a bit of murmuring, a petite, young blonde woman shyly arose from the audience. She was wearing flats, some sort of leather shots - similar to the ones Lauren had been wearing - and a tight vest over her B-cups. Her outfit, though not as subby as the one poor Lauren had found, made it obvious that she was no Mistress. She was a pretty girl, but wasn't really bursting with confidence.

"Come, dear. You look lovely." said Mistress Sandra as she led Sarah to the centre of the stage. "What do you think of your former Queen? Did you know what was hiding under her robes?"

Sarah looked over her Mistress humping the air in need. Her tiny nipples swaying with her movement. Around them instead of womanly breasts, she could see her ribcage as she arched her back. "I... She never took off her outfit when... we were together." she said, blushing.

Lauren tried to ignore her little Sarah right next to her, but she could not unhear her sweet voice. She wouldn't have minded to show her real self to all the people in the world, if only Sarah couldn't have known of it. Well, maybe not, but she cared for her opinion more than for others'. Did she love her? More like she loved bossing her around, and Sarah seemed to have loved obeying. But she was still the closest person to Lauren, ever.

"I assume you didn't need to undress then, yes?" asked Mistress Sandra.

Sarah had never been sure of her feelings towards Lauren, but she made her believe that it was love. Even if a perverse one. But glancing at her, looking like a brat, acting like a bitch in heat, she was no longer so sure. Something definitely was between the two women, but for the first time in their 'relationship', she didn't know the answer. "She... She always made me undress."

"Then we can say poetic justice again." she winked at the squirming Lauren. "I don't want to embarrass you any further, but could you answer one last question?" asked Mistress Sandra. Then without waiting for a reply, she went ahead with her question. "Have you ever performed cunnilingus on her?"

"All the time..."

"Undress from the waist down, Princess." she ordered the little sub. "I have a feeling our 'Mistress' is very eager to repay your efforts."

Lauren jerked her head. For the first time that night, her eyes met with Sarah's. She knew she had just submitted to her rival, but would she **** her like that? Of course, she knew the asnwer was 'yes'. She pleaded with her eyes to dissuade Sarah of agreeing.

But Sarah hastily unbuckled her shorts and was standing naked from waist down on the stage within a heartbeat. However their relationship would change after the night, she was not about the pass up such a tempting offer. As for the audience, Lauren had often had her do various things on stage, so it didn't bother her.

"Mistress, you can't expect me to..." started Lauren.

"Silence! You belong to me. And believe me if I say so, whether you get reward or not depends on how good a job you do." she sneered wickedly, as Sarah was mounting her Mistress' face. "Have fun, darling." she chuckled.

The two subs were still relentlessly teasing Lauren's oversensitive little body. As she looked up, she saw Sarah's engorged lips moving in. Her clit was poking towards her. She was already aroused. How could she not? She was about to receive oral on stage. And she was the one to give her former sub the pleasure she had been being denied for about an hour now. But what choice did she have? She had been phasing in and out of this reality and a world where her aching pussy was the only thing that existed. And she would have done anything to achieve her long-awaited reward.

The sight of the fallen Mistress pleasuring her former sub aroused even Mistress Sandra. The moment her lips touched Sarah's, she had a sort of mini orgasm and had been rubbing her tighs together ever since. And she was usually damn hard to please.

"Yes..." moaned Sarah. She was in heaven. Lauren may not have been the best pussylicker, but she was pefrectly motivated. "That's the spot..." The fact that all was coming from the woman that had ruled over her life was the icing on the cake. She leaned forwards and gripped Lauren's little girl nipples, feeling the woman moan into her dripping cunt. "These are the damnest things... And you dared call me 'titless'..." she smirked. With all the surprising events of the night, it didn't take long for Sarah to reach her peak, and she relentlessly rode her former Mistress' face into the best orgasm of her entire life.

"Was that all?" asked Mistress Sandra from the panting blonde, after she had dismounted Lauren. "Does she deserve a reward?"

"Yes! Please!" pleaded Lauren, Sarah's juiced flowing down her lower jaw and neck. "I did the best I could! Tell her, Sarah! Please!"

Sarah was leaning on the cross, panting. The sight of her 'Mistress' desperately pleading her was almost enough to send her over the edge a second time. But she was not cruel, like a certain someone. "She... she does..."

"Fine." relented Mistress Sandra. "But since you no longer have a Mistress, how about you join my little entourage?"

"For orgasms like that... I would do anything for you, Mistress." said Sarah, falling to her knees in front of the new Queen of the Night. "Do as you will with me." she bowed her head.

"Good." smiled a satisfied Mistress Sandra. She had managed to get back into the centre of their little community, destroy her rival and gain two new subs on the same night. And all because of some misunderstanding. The night couldn't have been better. "You may rise and leave the stage. We'll fit you with an appropriate collar later." The two girls escorted Sarah to backstage. "But the Queen and I need to seal our deal before she receives her reward." she said, as she was equipping a strap-on over her outfit.

Lauen saw it, but she no longer cared. Being fucked by her rival, or anyone really, would have been the most degrading thing for her in the past. But at the moment, she had a serious itch she needed scratched. By any means necessary. And finally her 'reward' was in sight.

Mistress Sandra positioned herself between Lauren's legs, teasing her sopping slit with the phallus. "Does my little slut, Flattie, want a cock?" she cooed.

"Yes! Yes, she does!"

"Say your leaky cunt needs a big, fat cock."

"FLATTIE'S LEAKY CUNT NEEDS A BIG, FAT COCK!!!!"

"But it's not your cunt I want." said Mistress Sandra, and with a satisfied smirk she moved the phallus to Lauren's tight little bumhole, and pushed it in till the hilt. The former Mistress had just lost her backdoor virginity.

"YEESSS!" screamed Lauren, even despite the pain she felt. She would have preferred the other hole, but at that point, any stimuli was welcome. If she had her arms free, she would have hugged her bitter rival and humped her cock for all she was worth.

"Now you belong to me." her Mistress whispered in her ear, while teasing her red nipples. But she was not moving. Instead, after just one thrust, she pulled out of Lauren completely.

"NOO!!" screamed Lauren. "Why?"

"I'm your master, not your reward." said Mistress Sandra as she removed the strap-on. "Your reward is," she walked up to Lauren's right hand and started unstrapping her wrist, "your reward is 20 seconds to use your hand. Have fun." then she stepped back, laughing maniacally.

"What?" asked a shocked Lauren. "No!" But she already felt her one free hand slowly creeping towards her aching sex. Her eyes turned from her Mistress' face to the crowd. She had been degraded in front of them, but could she **** herself? In front of people she knew. People she had 'ruled' over? She couldn't just... Would it make any difference at this point?

"15 seconds." reminded her her new Mistress. "Better hurry."

Shame or no shame, Lauren moved her free hand between her legs and started working like there was no tomorrow. She was masturbating on stage, before an audience, but she didn't care anymore. With all the stimuli of the night, she was sure a few seconds would be enough to reach her long-awaited release. She saw the peak. It was all she had been seeing for a while now, but she was getting closer. She reached it. It was euphoric, and there was no stopping it. This time, she would surely cum. And she certainly did. However in that moment, she felt her free hand being jerked away from her inflamed sex by her new Mistress. But it was too late. The bitch was too late. She had cum. Or...

What?

"Nooo!" she screamed as she felt her body contort. Her hips bucked, her back arched, her toes curled. It could have been the best orgasm of her entire life. Except, there was no satisfaction. She worked herself over the edge, but she couldn't maintain the stimuli. She had cum, but her orgasm had been ruined. "NOOOOOOO!" she wailed like a baby, until she fell ****. All the edging and the final ruined orgasm was too much for her poor mind to handle.

"And that, Masters, Mistresses, subs and slaves," started Mistress Sandra licking her lips, looking at her new limp toy, "is the Downfall of the Queen." And with the thunderous uproar of the crowd, the curtains fell. The show had ended.