She escapes...

For some inexplicit reason she not only turned, but lowered her hands as well. She surrendered to her current 'role'. Temporarily, of course. Modesty would have only given her identity away. She just stood there submissively, arms at her sides, in nothing but those slutty shorts and the mask. And she just let the woman look at the parts of her body she was so ashamed of. As those were the only parts left uncovered by her 'outfit'.

"Wow..." said the woman shocked, "You - You look... cute..." she tried to compliment her.

"What's cute?" came the voice from the other woman who'd just joined them behind the lockers. Then as soon as she saw Lauren she burst out laughing.

"Oh, come on! Have some manners." the first woman scolded her girlfriend.

"Who's... the... midget?" she gasped between laughs, clearly having a blast at poor Lauren's expense. Though she did look way smaller than usual, with both women wearing high heels.

"I don't know," replied the first woman, "Must be someone's plaything." she flicked the metal ring on the front of Lauren's mask.

"Must be a poor someone if they need to play with her." she said as she tried to regain her composure. "Let's see..." she stepped up to Lauren and gripped her little nipples. Like it was no big deal molesting someone in a locker room.

She yelped, as she felt her cold fingers on her tender buds, but didn't pull back. She was a sub. I mean, she was 'playing' a sub. What else could she do? She just... let her feel her up. Her knees were trembling and her heart was beating like crazy.

"No breast tissue whatsoever. Maybe they use this shapeless twig as a tabletop." snickered the second woman, amused by Lauren's squirming under her touch.

Lauren dared not look her in the eyes, but that only left her looking at her generous cleavage in front of her face. That definitely didn't make her feel any better.

"Don't be so mean." said the first woman, "She must be extremely brave if she dresses like that with... so little to offer."

Lauren's eyes welled up with tears. Even if the woman was defending her, her words still cut deep. Was she really that small?

"Oh, come on! When will you ever take my side in an argument?" said the woman as she let go of Lauren's nips. By this time, they were as hard as pebbles pointing forward. "You see? She likes it. At least let's have a bit of fun with her." she said with a malicious glint in her eyes.

Lauren could feel her heart pounding even faster. What was this sadist planning to do with her? Nothing good, no doubt. She had to get out of there. Fast. Even if that would lead her further away from her stuff.

"I - I need to go." she stammered. "M - My..." she gulped hard. "My M - Mistress awaits..." she said as she started slowly backing towards the door.

"Well, give her my condolences for having so little to play with." said the second woman cruelly. "And try not to be mistaken for a boy toy out there!" she shouted after Lauren had already left the room.

She leaned at the wall nearby, her knees trembling. That meeting was extremely painful to Lauren. She didn't know how she could lose her confidence so quickly. Well, she knew as soon as she looked down at herself. She looked ridiculous. She entered as Lauren the business woman and mistress, and now she was standing in the corridor as Lauren the plaything. Den of Truth, indeed. No. No, it was not her real self. She was still a Mistress. One of the best. She just had to pretend to be someone else, to save her reputation. Next time, they would all bow to her, as they always did. She just had to get out of there and forget the night's events. But how?

Who in the building could give her a ride? Sarah had no car. And frankly, she was amongst the few she least desired to encounter dressed -- or more like undressed -- like that. And Lauren wasn't entirely on friendly terms with any of the dommes there. Nor the subs, for that matter. She regarded all to be 'bellow her'. Well, not in her current predicament. She could maybe call someone to pick her up. But for that, she would have to go up and use the phone at Bob. She gulped hard. Well, at least Bob wouldn't be able to recognise her with the mask on. He might even help her. He was always nice to her. And he had practically zero contact with any of the others present at these gatherings. It could definitely be her way out of this nightmare. Going upstairs was worth a shot.

As she started towards the stairs, she got some strange looks from the people on the corridor. A short little half-naked sub with her arms crossed over her less than adequate bosom did seem a tad bit out of place. It seemed there was a break in the ongoing show, as there were only a few people walking around the dressing areas. And they were mostly used to seeing kinky things so they didn't really care. That didn't make the butterflies in her stomach go away, though.

As she strode up the stairs, she saw the little light coming from Bob's notebook. And she saw movement. Bob was there, sitting in front of his notebook.Lauren nervously walked up to him. She tried to talk confidently, but all that came out was a meek "B - Bob?" No answer. Lauren noticed that Bob was watching some movie and had his earphones on. With a groan, she stepped closer to tap his shoulder.

"Yikes!" screamed Bob as she almost fell off his chair.

He looked up, and there in front of him in the empty hall stood the strangest sight he had ever seen. He knew about the things occasionally going on downstairs, but throughout the years he had been working there this was the first time he was made a part of it. Even if only a little. He eyed the topless girl in front of him. Very little...

"Y - You scared me." he said. "C - Can I help you?" He knew that he should have looked the girl in the eyes, but it had been months since he'd had any kind of sexual experience. And even with her arms across her chest, the girl showed a fair amount of skin. Not much curves, but still a half naked woman.

"Can - Can I use the phone?" she asked meekly.

Bob looked Lauren up again. "Well, sure. Go ahead." he pointed at the phone on his table.

Lauren stepped closer. She felt uneasy standing near-naked to a mere doorman. And she could feel his eyes raking over her body. She dialed a colleague of hers, Nikol. She was not a very close friend, but she didn't really have anyone else in mind. She was definitely not going to call her parents.

"Hello?" Nikol answered the phone. Immediately, Lauren could hear the ruckus in the background.

"Hi, Nikol. I need your help. It's an emergency."

"What?" more loud music came through the phone, "I can barely hear you! Who is this?"

"Damn Nikol for being at a party... Saturday night..." thought Lauren. "I - It's..." she started, glancing back at Bob. His eyes were still inspecting her backside, but he had his earphones in, pretending to watch the movie. "It's Lauren." she said, hoping Bob wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Lauren?"

"Yes. Can - Can you come and pick me up? I'm at The Dungeon. It's important."

"At The Dungeon. Pick you up. Okay, I'll see what I can do. Bye!"

"Hurry!" she said but heard the line hang up. As she put down the phone, she wondered whether Nikol would come or not. She sounded way too intoxicated to drive. Or could simply forget it in the midst of the party. She nervously turned around to face Bob.

"Done?" asked Bob.

"Yes... I'll... just wait here... Can - Do you have anything I could wear?"

"What happened to your clothes?"

"It..." She couldn't say it. Bob wouldn't be able to enter the women's dressing area, and her clothes would only expose her anyway. "It's a long story..."

"Sure. I might be able to find something for you to wear..."

"Ah, there you are!" came a woman's voice from behind. Lauren spun around to see a lady in a coat over a skintight suit and an angry expression on her face. Another Mistress. "We've been looking for you."

"I - I got to go..." she tried reasoning.

"You're not bailing on us this time, missy." she said walking up to Lauren.

"It's a misunderstanding. Stay where you are."

"I won't bite." said the woman with a snicker. "... hard."

When the Mistress reached for her arms, she panicked. "No!" she screamed as she pushed her away. "Get away from me, bitch!"

"Feisty, eh?" said the Mistress with a malicious sneer. "Bob, could you give me a hand with the runaway girlie? I'll make it worth your while."

"Give it your best shot, bitch. Bob would never..." thought Lauren, but.

"My pleasure." said Bob with a grin.

Lauren looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please..." But what she saw surprised her. She saw no pity. No compassion. Gone was the kind doorman. Bob grabbed the tiny Lauren easily. "Eeek!" she yelped as she struggled to get away from the much bigger man. But it was futile. Bob held her arms firmly with one hand and held her body against his with the other. Her feet weren't even touching the ground anymore. "No! It's a mistake! I'm - I'm..." she paused, "I'm someone else!" In her struggle, she unknowingly rubbed her little backside against Bob's groin. If the poor man hadn't been horny before, he surely was now.

"Let's take her downstairs." instructed the Mistress.

"Am I allowed there?"

"Sure. For now." said the Mistress as she zipped the eye- and mouthholes on Lauren's mask. "Sssshhh, honey."

Lauren could only see darkness, as she felt Bob taking her down the stairs. Into the belly of the beast she'd almost escaped.