Free The Domination of Diana by M.J. Aleese Page A

young with shining brown eyes. They both wore small transparent white t-shirts, monogrammed with CI in red letters. Earlier Diana noticed their short black skirts, high-heeled shoes, and padlocked collars.
    It was the person in the middle that alarmed Diana. She hoped it was the lighting that caused her coloring to be somewhere between ash and gray. However, if lighting were the cause, wouldn’t the others have similar pallor? Viewing her battered naked body, she trembled. Her cold wet form was the most obvious cause of her shaking; yet it was the fear from memories and the unknown which increased the intensity. The reflection displayed evidence of prior abuse: purple and green markings. It created the canvas for Mistress Debbie’s newly inflicted red welts. Her long, wet, blonde hair hung in tangled knots and dripped droplets of icy water down her back.
    The tall redhead spoke, as her gaze locked with Diana’s in the mirror. “Welcome to the Inferno." Without warning her fingers plunged into Diana’s cunt, teasing her swollen lips, and pulled out. “Candy, check this out, she’s dripping."
    Diana reached to the shelf for support, as the shock induced tears.
    The brown-eyed blonde, grabbed the redhead’s hand and sucked her fingers. “She is as sweet as syrup." Both women laughed. Candy offered advice, “We’re supposed to get you ready for Master Liam. You’d better keep pumping that cream, because he’ll work you over real good if you don’t respond exactly how he likes." The women giggled and nodded their heads in unison.
    Diana’s knees wobbled as she fought to remain upright. “I think there’s been a mistake. I shouldn’t be here.”
    They grinned in response. Desiree, the redhead, said, “Ya, Bitch, every one of us said the same thing. But it ain’t no mistake." Fingering the small padlock on Diana’s collar, she continued, “Your wet pussy confirms it. You’re here, because just like us, you’re a pain slut. It turns you on. In addition, bitch, you are here. Enjoy it, because this is as good as it gets.”
    “True that, sister." Candy leaned close, like she was telling Diana a secret, “It can get a lot worse.”
    Next the redhead handed Diana scissors. “Now cut it off.”
    Diana stared at the scissors with a complete lack of comprehension. “Cut what off?”
    “Your hair.”
    Desiree’s words brought sobs from Diana’s chest. Her shoulders shook as she closed her eyes. “Please, no.”
    “We are just following orders. You learn real quick around here, to do that. Mistress Debbie said it needs to be short and red.”
    Grasping at straws, Diana knelt to Desiree’s feet. “Please, please don’t make me cut my hair. If I can just talk to Liam, I can get this all straightened out.”
    “Candy, did you hear that?”
    “I sure did, Liam !" Laughing Candy pulled Diana up by her, about to be cut, hair. “We like you – so listen nice and close, his name is Master Liam. Every cock-carrying bastard is now your master. Failure to acknowledge even the garbage man by that title will result in punishment like you have never imagined." Putting the scissors in Diana’s hands, Candy continued, “And don’t be kneeling at another slut’s feet or they will eat you up and spit you out. Save that reverence for people that own you." She looked at the scissors in Diana’s hands, “Now get busy, we’ve got work to do. We’re not getting our asses whipped because you have some misconception that Liam will save yours.”
    Each section or club, within the Inferno, contains different music, different décor, different themes and the same obvious commodity. The one where he settled fit Troy’s current state. The white walls and ceiling provided the perfect canvas for the display of lights. Today they were blue, shining up the walls, through gauzy curtains that created private spaces, and highlighting the stage and bar. Women moved on stage to the sound of jazz, their gyrations soulful and