Another fairly old bit of writing. I had to split this piece into three sections before posting. It's all supposed to be the same story, but I couldn't get it flowing so I just wrote scenes whenever they popped into my head. Which is why unfortunately glossed over two parts at the end, but you still get the idea.
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“We’ve got a special treat for you all tonight!”
The Madam called out like a sales pitch to the crowd. She stood center stage putting on a little show of her own. Flinging her long dress hem to the side to reveal her shapely legs, she adjusted her stocking then slid her hands to her engorged bustline stuffed into a corset top. For an older woman, she was actually quite striking.
“I, Madam Scarlett, would like to present a new dancer!”
Backstage, Ovelia swallowed hard as she listened to the Mistress whip up the crowd.
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The hoots and hollers fell silent for a moment as Ovelia’s legs took it upon themselves to saunter her out onto the stage with a risque gait she never knew they were capable of. She bit her lip and shut her eyes as she passed the pulled back curtain and into the lights.
Her arms dangled daintily at her sides while her hands flared out like a budding flower. Unable to move them of her own accord, they swung gently in unison with her commanding step that demanded all the attention the room had to offer. Once she she reached the middle of the stage, her body suddenly halted. Her right foot rose gingerly and turned her partially to the side as it clacked its boot heel down on the stage. The left did the same and soon faced her backside entirely to the audience.
Red rushed to the surface of her cheeks as she waited helplessly in worry of what was going to happen next.
In a slow fluid motion, her arms began to rise together out to her sides and continued until they reached high above her head. Ovelia’s right arm bent inward and its hand caressed the other down to the elbow. Her left quickly followed, mimicking the same movements. Both her hands ran across her arms then met behind her head where they slithered over her hair and hood. The cloaks hem in the back twirled around her long locks and fluttered upward, revealing her luscious rump her body so eagerly made her display.
With a firm shift, Ovelia’s butt whipped from one side to the other three complete times. Each shake jiggled her cheeks ever so slightly in their tight leather covering.
Her right arm then spun around and held itself out to her side while her left hand rested itself on her hip. The hand her arm outstretched began to grasp at the air, almost in a stroking motion as Ovelia started to slowly turn and look at the audience.
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Scarlett smirked, feeling a rush of excitement surge through her that rivaled the pleasure of an orgasm.
Nothing was better than being in control. Being dominant.
Nothing.
She held out her hand, and gestured at Ovelia to come to her. Like a dog to its master, Scarlett knew well that even this lovely Ocreche--The White Raven herself--had no choice now but to heed her command.
“Come to me.”
The moment she heard the words, Ovelia felt her own body try desperately to betray her in a dutiful attempt to fulfill Scarlett’s bidding. She fought with every ounce of will she could muster against the overwhelming urge to obey the Mistress.
Gripping white-knuckled to the armrests of the chair, her hips began to shift from side to side, rubbing her butt on its cushion. Her toes wiggled in her boots, jittering her feet about. Soon they both lifted of their own volition and tried to get her up, scrapping their heels on the floor like they could simply drag Ovelia from the chair.
“Did you forget already that I demand you ANSWER me when I speak to you?”
Biting down on her lower lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, Ovelia couldn’t let herself speak the feverishly repeating phrase in her head that screamed to get out. Those words-- she utterly refused to say-- bobbed in her throat nonetheless. After a few seconds, she couldn’t hold her tongue any longer, and they came spilling from her lips.
“Y-Yes… my m-mistress.”
Scarlett folded her arms and laughed aloud, absolutely loving what she’d just heard.
Her cackle came to an abrupt end however, and she narrowed her icy gaze. “I do so love it when my slaves resist me. But I’m not feeling very playful right now. So GET UP.”
The yell brought Ovelia to her feet immediately. It happened so fast, there was nothing she could do to prevent it. And as before, though perfectly clear this time, she heard herself answer to the command with a, “Yes my Mistress.”
“Now that’s better. You’re starting to listen.”
“Yes my Mistress.” Ovelia replied once again, nodding her head.
“No!” She spat, shaking her head and gritting her teeth. “Dammit, I’m not your puppet!”
Scarlett scoffed. “Oh no, certainly not. You’re more like a pet, totally obedient and loyal. And pets don’t wear such nice clothes, in fact, they wear nothing at all. So take them off.”
Giving the same reply, Ovelia couldn’t help but do as she was told.
(Ovelia strips naked.)
“Wonderful, now, I wish to wear them, and I want you to dress me in them.”
(Ovelia dresses Scarlett in her garments.)
Turning to the mirror, Scarlett walked closer and checked herself out from every angle.
“These look wonderful on me, don’t you think?”
Ovelia stood naked behind her, watching Scarlett ogle herself in her clothes.
“Yes my Mistress, you look amazing in them. I want you to keep them, they look much better on you.”
Ovelia quickly covered her mouth once she was finished.
“Well thank you. I do.” Scarlett chuckled, swaying the cloak to the side and slapping her butt in the tight leather.
