Gemma submits.

The flamehaired woman moves in on Gemma until their bodies almost touch. The tall woman, her height accentuated by her spike heels and leather cap towers above your young lover. You realise that she's purposefully imposing herself on the would be domme to cow her into submission. Gemma looks up at her, dismay and confusion clouding her face. Not only is the woman taller than your mistress, but far more powerfully built. Huge leather encased breasts almost push into Gemma's face. You see Gemma's expression turn to one of awe as she gazes up at the dominant woman challenging her and you know for certain that your love has already lost this battle of wills completely.

"Silly little girl." The statuesque woman says, not unkindly. "Hand me the ****'s leash and accept your place."

Looking mesmerised like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a truck you groan as Gemma numbly hands over the end of your leash without question. The redhaired dominatrix smiles.

"There that wasn't so hard now was it?" She says to Gemma as if talking to a child.

The woman reaches out slowly and meeting no resistance grasps Gemma by the back of the head. Bending over her the woman kisses Gemma roughly on the lips and after a moment of hesitation your girlfriend responds, squirming her slim body against the leather cased domme.

"Under rule five of the fetish police manual you have failed the test of dominance." The male fetish police officer informs Gemma as he steps forward. "If you remain in the club you will be treated as a submissive. You have the right to leave the club now if you so wish."

The impressive woman strokes Gemma's hair softly as Gemma continues to stare up at her face with wide brown eyes and trembling lips.

"There there little one." The policewoman says comfortingly. "I know this must be a shock, but you simply were not ready to be a dominatrix. You can run along home with your little girlfriend if you want now. Stay and I'll collar you myself and take charge of the pair of you tonight."

"Do you wish to leave?" The man asks Gemma sternly.

"Nnn...no." Gemma whispers softly, biting her lip and unable to pull her eyes from the face of the woman before her.

"Do you wish to leave?" The man asks again, directing his question to you.

You stare at Gemma. This has gone horribly wrong and already your leash is in the hand of a stranger who knows nothing of your secret. However to leave now would mean deserting your lover who is clearly totally overawed now that she is in the environment that she's long fantasised about.

"I wish to stay." You say, tilting your chin up and saying the words firmly.

The woman reaches to her belt and produces a leather collar similar to the one you wear. She buckles it around Gemma's neck and seals your friends status. Gemma turns to you, her large doelike eyes teary.

"I'm so sorry Doe." She says, her voice quavering. "I got you into this."

You reach over to her and entwine your fingers with hers and smile to reassure her. The realisation that she could be so easily dominated must have been a great shock and you're surprised that she hasn't chosen to run back to her room on campus. However you know how alluring the thrill of submitting to another's will can be.

"It's OK Gemma." You tell your friend. "I understand."

Your keeper clips a leash to Gemma's collar. You see the word "SUBBIE" engraved into a steel plate. With this the woman turns and strides deeper into the club's interior with yourself and Gemma having to trot behind her hand in hand to keep up with her long legged pace.