The Exhibit, Part 5, Domination and Slavery (conclusion)

The woman turned and looked into the face of the slave who had held the crystal, spinning, in front of her. Whose shiny boots she had followed, crawling down the hallway. Suddenly, all the veils of sleep and cotton stuffing in her head blew away, as she recognized the auburn-haired woman standing before her -- Sheila! In a hot fit of anger, she drew her hand back, ready to slap the bitch's face hard enough to break her fucking neck!

But she felt so thirsty. So dizzy. Her hand remained up above her shoulder, as she licked her lips. So thirsty! She found herself crying. So thirsty.

Sheila lifted her crystal in front of the woman's eyes, and said, "You must obey Dominica!"

The woman lowered her hand, feeling so thirsty, and replied, "I must obey Dominica." So thirsty and dizzy. What had she been trying to do? She could not remember.

"That's right," Sheila replied. "Now, turn and face MzDominica. Remain standing, and receive your instructions, slave."

Sheila's voice reverberated in the woman's mind with such power. With Dominica's power -- and the taste in her mouth of a tiny drop of pee. She shivered as she turned and looked at Dominica, feeling like she should be dropping to her knees -- but forced to obey, and remain standing.

"Good slave," MzDominica said, her Voice soothing and yet commanding. "Yes, I have a job for you here, my slave. Wake up. I want you to completely wake up, now. Remain absolutely still, and listen."

Mistress Black suddenly found herself becoming aware, remembering again the hot surge of anger that made her want to strike Sheila. Her slave -- the traitor! She wanted to turn and hit the little slut -- but she could not move!

"That's right," Dominica continued, "perfectly still. You see… I have hundreds and hundreds of slaves here in my Realm… Working my farm… Plowing, sowing seeds, cultivating, and now harvesting… But I need help coordinating them all. I need people with a talent for domination, who will control them, but who will also obey me completely." She leaned forward, staring into Mistress Black's eyes, her gaze and voice so compelling. "I need switches." She leaned back, comfortable in the chair. "Like 43, here. You know her as Sheila, the name she had before she became my slave." Dominica looked at the red-haired woman, who shivered with delight under her Mistress' gaze. Then she looked back at Mistress Black. "And you are my newest switch bitch!"

Mistress Black felt angry again. She seemed to be feeling angry so much, so often. But it made her so thirsty. So thirsty. She needed to drink. Needed another drop of Dominica's pee. Her eyes dropped down to Dominica's crotch, helplessly. When she realized her face was showing unresisting lust, her face reddened with embarrassment.

"Aww, you blush so nicely," Dominica cooed. "That's right. I know all about your temper. How you like to slap and hit and whip your slaves." Dominica let the crystal swing in little circles, just above her crotch, and Mistress Black found her eyes circling around and around with it. "That is good, slave," Dominica continued, "but I need it controlled. I need someone who can whip and punish my slaves -- but ONLY when I think it is appropriate." Dominica stopped swinging the crystal, and let it fall between her legs. Mistress Black licked her lips, wanting to drink. Wanting to taste Dominica's pee. "That's right. Your violent impulses are now controlled. You will use them when the time is right -- but now, _I_ decide when. Do you understand?"

Mistress Black found her head nodding up and down. She felt so thirsty. Wanted to kneel and drink Dominica's pee. Wanted to open her mouth and feel drop after drop rolling down her tongue. Making her nipples so hard, her pussy so wet.

"Wide awake!" Dominica commanded.

Mistress Black's body jolted. She hadn't even realized she'd been falling asleep.

Dominica smiled. "That's right. I own your mind, now. And you will find yourself dropping into a hypnotic trance, whenever I want you to. You are no longer in control. _I_ am in control. I control you completely, now!" She pointed to a pair of boots that were set on the floor, standing upright all by themselves. "Put those boots on. NOW, slave. Put them on!"

Mistress Black found herself scurrying to comply. Unzipping the boots from the top to the bottom, slipping her feet into the long leather calves, pulling the zippers and feeling her calves so tightly encased. She stood, wearing nothing but the boots, the leather collar, and the new brand on her thigh, and awaited Dominica's next command, feeling so thirsty!

"One more item," Dominica said. She snapped her fingers. "43, now is the time."

"Yes, Mistress," the redhead replied, bowing. She reached over to a nearby table, where a shiny metal device had been sitting. Waiting. She picked it up, held it waist high, and commanded Mistress Black, "Spread your legs."

Mistress Black looked down at Sheila's hands, and recognized that what she held was a stainless steel chastity belt. She was about to protest to MzDominica, when she realized that Sheila was wearing an identical belt herself, the restraining metal band cinching her waist so tightly.

43 held her hands higher, and stared deep into Mistress Black's eyes. "It's for your own protection. The other slaves are so stimulated, so needy -- they will do ANYTHING for a moment's pleasure!"

Mistress Black hesitated, feeling so dizzy. So confused.

"You are so thirsty," Dominica said, so quietly. "You must obey."

Almost whining, Mistress Black replied, "I must obey Dominica." She shifted her stance, spreading her feet wide, her hips pumping gently. She panted, staring quietly, as Sheila slipped the chastity under her crotch, clicked it into place around her hips, then pulled the metal cinch around her waist. Tighter… tighter… Click. A lock latched into place at the small of her back. Sheila walked around Mistress Black and handed the key to MzDominica, who took it and smiled, slipping it into the deep, dark cleavage between her breasts.

"There," Dominica said, "now you're all mine… and all safe."

Mistress Black looked down at the metal around her hips and between her legs. Cold metal warming up, as it remained in contact with her skin. Pussy locked away. Ass locked away. Never to feel the soft, warm tongue of a slave, unless MzDominica granted her permission. She felt scared and angry at the same time. She wanted to slap somebody. But she felt so thirsty. Thirsty and sleepy. Just a drop. She wanted to taste just a tiny drop of Dominica's pee!

43 held up the crystal, and commanded, "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, helplessly, feeling so sleepy.

Dominica smiled. "Now, 43, take our new switch out, and show her how to conduct her new duties, here." She looked at Mistress Black, whose mouth was open, slack-jawed, and drooling. "And at the end of the day, let her eat with the other switches." She turned her gaze back to the redhead. "I think she'll fit in perfectly!"

"Yes, Mistress," 43 replied. She twirled the crystal again, before Mistress Black's face, and whispered, "Follow, follower!"

Clad in her collar, new boots, and tight, shiny chastity, the nameless slave followed the crystal, walking slowly behind the shiny boots. Out of the mansion, and onto the dirt roads that led toward the gardens and the fields, where the farmhands were working.

With 43 guiding her, instructing her, the nameless woman held up a spinning crystal in front of the face of one slave after another, speaking the words she was told, and watching the slave's eyes grow dull and quiet and mindless, eyelids fluttering, bodies drooping -- even as the men's cocks became rock hard, and the women's pussies became puffy and began to drip. For a moment, the nameless woman thought she recognized one of the men, a thin one who curled into a tiny ball on the ground and tried to kiss her boots. She reached her hand backward, preparing to strike him, not even sure why -- but felt she so dizzy and confused, and her mouth felt so dry! She lowered her hand, and 43 guided both of them toward the garden, where they directed the man to lower himself down to into a freshly dug hole, and let another slave cover him up to the neck in soft, warm dirt. 43 held the crystal up in front of his eyes, and whispered to him about plants, and being quiet, and growing under the open sky, beneath the warm sun, simply letting the moments pass, the hours drift by, the days -- one by one -- lying quiet and growing, slowly opening his hands like leaves. The tension slowly left the man's face, and his eyes took on a de-focused look, even as a quiet, gentle smile spread over his features. Quiet. Sleepy. Growing. In the sun, and the breeze, and the droplets of rain. Like a plant. Just a quiet, growing plant. He would be a much better slave for Dominica when his mind was calm... quiet... without fear... and no longer focused on the former Mistress Black.

43 showed the woman how to walk a slave through the sequence of picking strawberries, or plowing a furrow in the fields. How to train them to repeat the task, over and over -- the motion of the plow, the color and scent of the ripe, red berries arousing them all day long. Keeping them in a deep, hypnotic stupor -- keeping them focused constantly on sex, and obedience, and on their Mistress Dominica. 43 took her into the barn where the girls brought in the baskets of eggs, or berries, or freshly-picked vegetables. She watched as each girl handed a full basket to a woman wearing boots and a chastity belt. The woman took the basket, then pushed her hand between the girl's legs and rubbed her slick, wet pussy -- one, two, three times. The girl's face lit up with a big smile, and her eyes became even more unfocused. Then the booted woman handed the girl an empty basket, guiding her back out the door again to collect more. The nameless woman ached to feel a hand like that on her sex, and remembered the taste of Dominica's pee on her tongue, drop by drop, rolling down and back, and producing waves of ecstasy. She automatically reached one hand down to stroke herself gently -- but her hand encountered only hard metal. So thirsty!

Just as it began to grow dark, the woman found herself following 43 back toward the mansion. But instead of entering by the little slave flap, they walked further to a large, simple house, with an ordinary door, and entered. Inside was a single, spacious white room, with a pallet on the floor for each switch slave. This was the women's quarters -- there were no men, not here -- and the former Mistress Black found herself guided toward one little spot along the wall, where there was a pallet and two bowls -- one filled with water, the other filled with a kind of stew. On each pallet knelt a woman in boots and a chastity belt, her hair tied back behind her collar, lapping up her dinner from the bowls in front of her.

The stew was warm, and smelled so good! The nameless woman was so hungry! 43 tied the woman's hair behind her head, in a pony tail, and directed her to kneel on the floor, hands behind her, and to eat the stew with her hands firmly on the floor, to drink the water using only her tongue -- just like a good, little pet. Like a dog, or a cat. But before she was allowed to eat, before she was allowed to drink, she must say her mantra: "I must obey Dominica." 

The nameless woman spoke the words, and felt so quiet. So dizzy, and empty. She drifted a few moments, not thinking about anything -- not even the empty pain in her tummy -- until she felt a hand on the back of her head, stroking gently.

"Welcome, my pet," she heard Dominica's Voice say.

The nameless woman opened her eyes and looked up, but before she could tilt her head upward enough to see Dominica's face, she found her gaze captured by a third bowl in Mistress' hand -- a bowl filled with warm, yellow liquid. The smell was familiar, and pungent. And the woman's mouth became wet. She began to drool.

Dominica's hand held the bowl in front of her a moment, then lowered it to the floor. "A gift from Dominica," she said, and again stroked the back of the woman's head. "Enjoy, and obey!"

The woman leaned forward, still kneeling, and lapped at the bowl like a thirsty kitten. Yes, MzDominica's pee -- warm and fresh from the source! Wave after wave of pleasure thrummed through the woman's body and mind, as she lapped up and swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Suddenly, she remembered, and opened her eyes, turning her face upward. "Thank You, Mistress!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You are welcum, slave," Dominica said. "Now, eat your dinner, and go to sleep. I have many things for you to do tomorrow." She gently caressed the top of the woman's head, and walked away, her boot heels clicking on the wooden floor.

The woman felt so good, so happy. Happy to serve Mistress. So happy to be here! She turned her head, took a bite of stew, then lapped another mouthful of pee, feeling so quiet, so dizzy, so happy. Growing sleepier by the moment. Soon, she would lie down on her pallet, and simply drop into a deep sleep, dreaming of Dominica's Voice, and Dominica's delicious pee.

Tomorrow, she would serve Dominica well. So very well. And the next day, and the next day.

Forever.

~~~ The End ~~~