Helena

As you turn, you smell a light fragrant perfume that smells of roses. You inhale and smile at the pleasant aroma, before crashing back into reality to see Mistress Helena standing tall over you. You go to stand in an attempt to match her height, but her own dog blocks you; a woman who would be very tall if she weren't crawling on all fours. Both the Mistress and her Pet have quite the piercing gaze as they look you over, the Dog sniffing you as she inspects your legs while her Mistress approaches the booth and stands right next to you. She snaps her fingers once, crisp and loudly, and her pet stops, taking a step back and sitting at attention. Perfectly trained. You feel a light sweat covering your head, realizing how untrained your girls are in comparison.

"So. I suppose congratulations are in order for you, aren't they?"

She smirks at you as you match her gaze in an attempt to maintain your position, your string of victories keeping your confidence high. You successfully keep your gaze on hers as she nods in approval and crosses the booth and sits on the other side, crossing one perfectly toned latex covered leg over another, the shine on her stiletto boots gleaming almost like a mirror.

"Though to be honest, it was more Victoria's loss then your victory. I told the girl to not be over confident and to train her girl with more discipline...But I suppose I was simply fooling myself, wasn't I?"

She looks at you, her eyes narrowing as she inspects your body. She lets out a small approving moan, as if imagining you in either much less, or much more restrictive clothing.

"Most of the Mistresses that I've met these past few days have been very kind and accepting of me after proving myself...yet you continue to belittle me. What did I do to you to receive such venom?"

Her face crawls up into the same familiar smirk as her eyebrow raises slightly at your question.

"Because girl, I don't really see you as a Mistress. You love the idea of being one, played around with it in your head and watched a few dozen videos on the Internet and decided, 'Yes. That's me.' Yet, look at your two little pets compared to mine."

She points her riding crop towards Ami and Lisa, both who are holding each other as they quiver in fear, being stared down by Helena's pet who continues to sit at your side. The puppygirl turns her gaze to look at you, a sharp look of defiance engraved in her hazel eyes as she seems to look you over, assessing if she herself could pull you to the ground and ravage you. You finally take a moment to fully inspect Helena's personal pet as you maintain a hard gaze for a minute until she looks away, looking back at the girls.

The puppygirl lays out in front of you, her arms crossed and supporting her up as her legs stay stretched and keeps an eye on your girls, like a watchful Sphinx awaiting for the two to approach her and their own doom. Her body is encased from head to toe in shimmering black latex, strategic zippers placed at her crotch and up her back which is locked at her leash. A small rubber tail plug sticks out that she occasionally sways. In fact the only variations that stand out is the open face piece and the tinted transparent latex covering her stomach, starting right below the swell of her breasts all the way down to right above her crotch. The tint of the latex combined with her skin gives the color of finely tanned skin, a stark contrast of black and brown to maintain the illusion of a German Shepard design. Her mouth and nose are covered by a black latex muzzle that her tongue exits for a moment as she licks the rubber interior.

"No training, no discipline. They're more concerned for their safety then protecting their Mistress....that or you have two of the most submissive sluts here who smell the dominant musk off my sweet Emma." She titters softly, "Which would explain I suppose why they would follow you."

A surge of anger rises up in you as it brings you out of your seat to try and tower over her, your girls taking their own measure of defiance as they crawl up and stare at Emma.

"How DARE you speak about my gi-"

"SIT!" She commands with a loud ringing voice, backed by a will stronger then steel. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself pushed back down from the command, your own girls also sufficiently cowed as they sit back down. Even Emma herself sits at full attention, ignoring the three of you to look at Helena. The Mistress herself breathes out for a moment and pats the side of her leg as she looks at Emma who crawls over, turns around and sits at her feet. The puppygirl looks straight ahead and disregards the three of you. Mistress Helena smiles and pets her pet gently, who finally shows her submissive side by half closing her eyes and begins to whimper and pant softly. You blush slightly at the embarrassing moment of being brought down a peg.

"See? There is a very big difference between being a True Dominatrix and....well a weekend Domme such as yourself." You glare at her in anger, annoyed by her cocky attitude. She smiles and continues as she observes your glare. "Though you do show SOME promise I suppose. Most first timers or dabblers in the art back off and don't come back after I approach them. You actually tried to stand up." She holds back another titter. "I suppose I can begin to respect that. Victoria was similar in nature. So I will make you a bet right now little Domme. One of your girls." She holds up a single finger. "Only ONE. Challenges my Emma. Should she win, I will respect your capabilities as a Mistress and make sure no other Mistress in this club disrespects your skills and will make sure you are recognized as one of us and get invited to our....other parties." She smiles and blushes slightly as she imagines her other parties.

"And if I lose?"

Her eyes scan your body again. "If you lose, well, we'll just have ourselves a private little session, just between you and myself. Don't worry, you won't lose your precious little pets. Just the rest of tonight with me in my private dungeon. Does that sound like a fun little idea?"