VIPs in bondage - Five

Beyonce Knowles sat in the comfort of the leather back seat of the limo and stared forward at the back of the chauffeur’s head. She was headed for her day long session with Jennifer Lopez, prepared to be her slave for the day, set up as a deal between Jennifer and Mistress Whitney. She had heard rumour that Jenny had been forced to submit to Mistress Whitney to get this chance. This thought worried Beyonce quite a bit., she wondered exactly how much Jennifer must want to dominate her. But worried or not she shivered with anticipation and excitement as well. This new lifestyle she was enjoying had opened her eyes completely and she felt a different person than the one she was prior to her submission. The chance to serve to a new Mistress was something that she looked forward to and relished, but again, it was new and a little frightening.

It was early morning (J-Lo had Beyonce as her bitch for the day and wanted to make the most of it) and there was little traffic to slow the car as it glided through the city streets on it’s way to Jennifer’s expensive city flat. The driver looked in their mirror at the passenger, taking in her terrific form. She was in profile as she sat looking out the tinted windows

The car slowed as it approached the huge building where Jenny lived, it cruised round the side then neatly ducked into the large stone archway, halted at the automatic gate which elevated immediately (their arrival being monitored from above) and headed down a concrete ramp that led down to a cold, stone underground garage. The driver brought the long car to a stop next to the elevator door that would take Beyonce up to her Mistress for the day. Before either occupant of the vehicle could move the elevator doors slid open and out stepped Jennifer Lopez. She looked simply stunning, but also extremely pissed off. She was dressed in an outfit that would have melted your eyes it was so hot. From the bottom up: she wore a tight pair of shiny black calf length leather, stiletto heeled, boots. Above them up to her crotch was a beautiful expanse of tanned Latino skin. She had on the tightest, black, leather fetish corset imaginable. It had been tightened viciously by a series of laces up her back to give her a tiny waist and the smooth fabric disappeared between her silken thighs mysteriously. Meanwhile, the tight corset had expanded her bosoms to nearly overflowing and gave her a cleavage to die for. Her arms were enveloped in long, black, leather gauntlets and the left one held in it a riding crop.

Her hair was pulled back sharply on her face giving her a fierce, stern look and her dark eyes gazed with menace at the car and it’s occupants. She strutted across to the car and tapped the crop against the driver’s window.

“Get out!” she snapped.

Beyonce stayed exactly as she was, the command was obviously directed at the driver. The chauffeur stepped out of the front door and stood before the raging mad Latino lady. They removed their cap and a bundle of luxurious, mousy brown hair fell away from under it and to reveal that it was another of Mistress Whitney’s subs, Mariah Carey. Jennifer had known that Whitney had ordered her to drive Beyonce over and told her that if she was late then Jennifer could punish her as she saw fit. So had she driven slowly on purpose? Well she had certainly had plenty of time to get her.

The leather clad Dominatrix strutted forward and got right up in Mariah’s face and snarled at her.

“Your Mistress told me if you fucked up I could punish you, you know that?”

A nodded response.

“And yet you still delivered my special package late you stupid, fucking slut!”

Another nod.

“Well get undressed Bitch, I’ll show you how a real Mistress treats disobedient fools!”

By this stage in her life Mariah was well used to totally obeying the words of a dominant woman and she offered no excuse or argument and began to take off her form fitting chauffeurs outfit, casting the jacket and trousers away, swiftly followed by her white, lacy bra and panties until she stood naked before the menacing Miss Lopez. Beyonce watched events unfold from the back seat. She was anxious to see what Jennifer would do to her, perhaps it would give her an indication of what she would do to Beyonce later.

“Turn around. Bend over the hood of the car. I’m going to give you six shots with the crop, thank me after each one or it will be twelve.”

Jennifer’s every order was completely complied with. The crop whistled through the cold air in the underground car park and as the riding crop connected solidly with Mariah’s soft bum cheeks, she flinched visibly but she managed to press her face to the warm metal of the car and hide her beaming grin from the woman behind her.

When Jennifer had taken her pound of flesh she gave a thin, warmth-free smile and instructed Mariah to get on her knees submissively in front of her.

“Lick my boots slave, you’ll worship me in further thanks for my correction.”

Mariah had no problem with this and lowered her head and began lapping at Jennifer’s impressive boots. Jennifer put her hand to her mouth and let forth with an ear piercing whistle that echoed through he garage and right on cue two people headed down from a door in the side wall of the garage. It took a second for Beyonce to recognise the Williams sisters, Venus and Serena moving across the tarmac towards the car. The athletic tennis stars were clad in thin, metal studded leather strap outfits that left little to the imagination. But as stunning as that was that wasn’t what caught and held Beyonce’s gaze. No, that would be the enormous protruding, plastic dildos that jutted from their crotches. They had been Jennifer’s faithful slaves for two years now and had become her trusted lieutenants, while still serving her she used their strength and power to physically dominate men and woman (male tennis players were so easy to bring to their knees!).

“Venus. Serena. This dumb Bitch is Mariah. Now that the introductions are over I want you to wear her out with those two fake cocks. Stretch every hole to it’s fullest. Give her double penetration, double anal, double vaginal, the lot, make her scream. Alright!. I have other fish to fry, or sluts to whip as the case may be.”

So, as the two sisters grabbed Mariah by her long honey coloured hair and dragged her over to a previously unnoticed thin mattress in a dark corner of the garage to personally acquaint her with their well used strap -on sex toys, Jennifer strode to the car door and swung it open and indicated for Beyonce to exit. Beyonce stepped from the back seat and for the first time Jennifer gazed at her slave for the day. She was clad in the fur coat that Jennifer had sent over (a mental mind-fuck, as Jen loved fur and knew that Beyonce was an opponent of wearing real furs). The black choker collar was the only other thing showing as she stepped, bare foot from the car. Jennifer circled Beyonce, a wolf viewing it’s prey, admiring her fine form in the expensive coat. She eventually slipped the coat from Beyonce’s shoulders and let it drop to the floor just as the first moans of pleasure came from the mattress across from them. Beyonce’s figure was breathtakingly beautiful, this was what Jennifer had fantasised about for so long, what she had surrendered to that nasty old bitch Whitney for, and now here it was, the moment had come.

“On your knees!” , Beyonce obeyed while Jennifer admired her body some more.

Once she was on her knees before her, Jennifer produced a diamond encrusted leash and snapped it onto the collar. As she started to move and the leash tightened as the slack was taken up Jennifer walked her new slave towards the elevator.

The lift was an expensive affair, opulent with a red velvet surface trimmed with gold painted edges. Jenny’s long finger pressed the single button on it’s wall and it slowly drew itself upwards. All the time Beyonce kept her eyes to the polished floor, nervously excited about what may happen next. The journey up did not take long and the doors slid open easily and the Mistress marched out pulling her new slave behind her. This residence was Jennifer Lopez’s hidden city home, that few people knew even existed, she always arrived and left in a car with blacked out windows and always got out hidden in the depths of the garage. This was where she punished her superstar slaves.

They moved along a sparsely furnished hallway, past several unmarked doors, Beyonce’s imagination running wild as to what could be going on behind them. It wasn’t long before Jennifer came to a halt and pushed open a door to her left and led Beyonce inside. It was a harshly lit and brightly clean room with nearly no furniture or features visible except a high wooden chair set smack band in the centre of the room. At least it resembled a rocking chair, but as they got closer Bee could clearly see it had a few major differences from a normal chair. For a start the seat was more of a saddle and sticking up out of the centre were two fierce looking plastic dildos, one extremely long and one stubbier but much wider. Wooden armrests ran parallel to the seat with leather straps attached. Similar straps were on the wooden legs while a series of rope pulleys hung above it. Beyonce stared at the equipment in a mix of awe and anticipation.

Jenny ran her hands through Beyonce’s hair and spoke softly (a marked contrast to her previous demeanour) as she undid the leash.

“On your knees slave, I have a special treat for you.”

With that she fiddled at the crotch of her costume and a leather flap fell loose and she pulled it up out of the way, revealing her shaven pussy, it’s folds glistening and wet. Without a word she walked forward, her powerful thighs engulfing Beyonce’s motionless head. Instinctively Beyonce extended her tongue and began to lick and eat her new Mistresses inviting vagina. Despite her dominant nature Jennifer could not help momentarily thrilling to the soft touch of Beyonce’s eager tongue

Jennifer drew Beyonce’s face deeper and deeper in, revelling in the fact that one of the worlds sexiest women was serving her in this fashion. She felt so dominant and powerful, almost to the point where her enforced slavery to Whitney Houston had been worth the humiliation she had endured. She had admired Beyonce from afar for so long, knowing that the media drew comparisons between the two sexy divas. But she had never dreamed that someone as straight laced as Beyonce would be into this lifestyle and she remembered the mania that had overtaken her when she had first seen her crawling submissively in the club. With that thought came further exquisite sensations from her sopping crotch and she reached down with her leather gauntlets to hook Beyonce’s long hair and tug her to her feet, away from the golden nectar of her pussy juices.

“Let’s not forget why you’re here slave. To be taught the true meaning of dominance and submission by me. After today you will never again be satisfied by that fraud Mistress, Whitney Houston. Now get up on the chair, use the juices from my own pussy to lubricate your holes if they are not already wet enough. Make sure your holes are deeply imbedded on the dildos, I want you to feel the maximum effect.”

Keeping her eyes obediently lowered to the floor Beyonce backed her fine ass up and after some initial rubbing of her wet pussy and spreading it to her asshole she awkwardly sat astride the two dildos and sighed with pleasure as the slid up inside her and filled her holes. Jennifer admired this sight as she tugged away the flap from her crotch and discarded it. She stepped forward and strapped Beyonce’s ankles and wrists to the arms and legs of the wooden contraption before using a further strap to hold the young singers head facing forwards. After that it was simplicity itself to affix a ball gag tightly in her compliant mouth.

Jennifer then used a thin, test tube like device to pump Beyonce’s nipples and stretch them uncomfortably, uncomfortable it may have been but when Jennifer released them the attached silver crocodile clips on chain to them, Beyonce was in a state of glorious elation. The Mistress then pulled a chain from the floor and threaded it up Beyonce’s trembling body and hooked it to the chain taut across her chest. The vertical chain was also pulled taut and it meant that if Beyonce moved upwards her nipples were pulled in the opposite direction. She waited for the next step of domination but to her surprise Jenny disappeared behind her and fired up a large projector screen directly in front of her slave. With another button press the vibrators deep inside Beyonce sparked into life and began to dance and buzz pleasurably inside her, and the chair seat began to slowly rock up and down, gently to begin with but gradually becoming more forcefully. The effect was ecstasy for Beyonce as the dildos burrowed erotically into her and the clips on her nipples sent shots of life through her chest.

Mistress Lopez then started a movie screen before Beyonce and it was a close up of Jennifer’s, harsh looking face, repeating over and over the words.

“I am your Mistress. Your only Mistress, although you will perhaps, initially return to Mistress Whitney you will be hiding your true emotions. You belong to me. You are mine and you love it. You will serve me without question and obey my every command.”

The continuous loop of word assailed the orgasming Beyonce, associating her ultimate pleasure with the words being repeated to her. She could not fight it though at first she frowned at Jennifer but as the dildo in her pussy found her G-spot she gave herself over to the ecstasy. Before long she would believe the sentiments being spouted on the screen. Jenny would take no chances with this enterprise. She knew that before long the Williams sisters would be treating Mariah Carey to similar treatment and was sure that before the day was out she would be that much closer to having that old bitch Whitney Houston on her knees begging for her mercy.

Jenny left the room and her slave endured that treatment for the next hour. The voices and sensations became hypnotic and addictive and it was not long before the weak mind of Beyonce was submitting to this new Mistress and her instructions. Checking at her security room Jenny saw that Mariah Carey and the Williams sisters were still entangled in the garage. Mariah hair splayed out wide as she was penetrated in both her asshole and pussy simultaneously. Certainly, from the way she thrashed her body she was enjoying herself.

She watched the action for a while, knowing that Mariah would be a tougher nut to crack and convince than Beyonce but she was sure her lieutenants would be entirely successful. She made a couple of calls and moved back to the chamber that Beyonce was bound in. Entering to the echoing of her own voice she could easily see by the look on Beyonce’s face that she was won over and convinced as to who her new Mistress was. Good, now Jennifer could really enjoy herself. She turned off the assault of vision and noise and attracted the dazed eyes of her slave and made sure she watched as she pulled up a leather harness and stepped inside it. She then slowly pulled it up making sure that Beyonce’s wide eyes settled on the thick, long, black, veined, plastic dildo that was rising up with the harness. It was bigger than any that Beyonce had taken previously in Mistress Whitney’s service and she was sure there was no way that either of her holes could take it’s length or girth. But still if that was what her new Mistress demanded then she was more than willing to take it.

It genuinely was a massive appendage, almost resembling a baseball bat as it stood out proudly, pointing, accusingly at Beyonce. Jennifer took her sweet time in releasing Beyonce from her straps, relishing the look on her submissive face as she finally sprang the crocodile clips off of her nipples and the blood rushed back to them.

“Did you enjoy that slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good. Once I have that bitch Whitney Houston under my control I will be able to dominate you completely, I will devote my energies to taking you to places you have never dreamt of. I will make you so obedient to me that you will barely be able to breathe without my permission. But you know what, you will still be above your former Mistress. I will reduce her to lower than dirt, even her former slaves will be able to take her.”

“But before that I am going to stretch that fine pussy of yours Beyonce, let’s see how much you can handle.”

She hooked her fingers into her slaves collar ring and pulled her towards her and clipped it to a metal ring that lay in the centre of the cold, hard floor. This forced Beyonce’s head right down, her beautiful chin scraping on the ground and her curvy ass pointing right up in the air. By this point the Latino Mistress had discarded her leather gloves and she smoothed her hands over that peachy ass before her and slowly parted her ass cheeks, glimpsing her puckered asshole. There was a large temptation to take Beyonce’s ass, she was a good slave and would try to take it but her strap on was surely too big. No, that glistening, hairless pussy was too tempting. Oh she wanted to show this bitch what she could give to her and do to her. Her fingers parted Beyonce’s pussy lip and lifted her hips up farther and she eased the massive, plastic cock into the moist hole.

Beyonce felt the huge member slide up inside her, immediately stretching the walls of her cunt. She groan in pleasure and further arched her back to further accept it and show her compliance to this exciting Mistress. Younger and more ambitious and nasty than the one she had left this morning. Jennifer reached forward and hooked her fingers into Beyonce’s hair and pulled herself deeper into her slave, relishing the frightened gasp that escaped Beyonce as the plastic delved even deeper. What Beyonce didn’t know as she writhed under this punishment / pleasure was that Jenny intended to fuck her hard like this for the next hour with no break. What better way to show her new slave how harsh she could be.

Meantime, further along the corridor Mariah Carey was strung up in an stretched ‘X’ shape, her ankles tied to the floor and her wrists in straps and pulled high in the air in opposing directions. She had undergone the domination process much as Beyonce and was ready to serve her new Mistress in whatever manner she demanded. Right then she demanded that the Williams sisters use the variety of whipping objects to bring the masochistic Mariah off in one of her dungeons. With Venus primed to the left of Mariah’s exposed buttocks ready to bring a cane down in unison with the paddle that sister Serena held to the right. They had double penetrated Mariah roughly with their twin plastic cocks out in the parking lot until she had orgasmed multiple times and was reduced to a quivering piece of flesh, unable to speak so taken was she with the sexual treatment she was forced to endure. She was carried up to listen and watch the wall of Jennifer’s orders in that state before the Williams sisters had strung her up in preparation of this beating.

Mariah wore a dazed smile as the two items cracked against her ass, she loved the sensations as they shot through her body, this was what she lived for, being treated as a total submissive to be abused by those more dominant than her. As she counted aloud the first blows, she arched her back with pleasure and waited for the next ones in anticipation.

Leaving Mariah hanging there for the moment (she’s going nowhere for the foreseeable future anyway!) , we can return to Mistress Jennifer fucking her young superstar slave with her oversized dildo. Jennifer’s thrusts now pushed almost the full length of the instrument deep inside Beyonce and Beyonce shuddered with each one, still amazed that she had managed to accept the beast of a thing. With each stroke more and more of Beyonce’s juices oozed out and down the hilt, lubricating it as they mixed with her sweat. With each stroke Beyonce gritted her teeth and tried to suppress the groans she needed to make and Jennifer hammered on to get the noises she wanted from her new toy.

Fast forwarding half an hour or so and Beyonce has never gone through such pressure like this before and her beautiful face was flat on the floor now and she had mentally given up and was allowing Jennifer to do as she liked with her, and then the door opened….

Somehow Beyonce managed to lift her tired head and through heavy eyelids watched as her erstwhile boyfriend in the ‘real world’ , the rapper, Jay-Z crawled into the room. This powerful man was on his knees and naked except for a heavy leather collar around his neck. He kept his eyes to the floor as he came into the room led in by another of Jennifer’s lieutenants, Ciara.

Ciara was dressed in little more than a series of thin leather straps that just about covered her nipples and pussy. She looked truly stunning and even more so for the dismissive sneer that marked her features. In truth she thought of Beyonce as a talent less bitch who had traded on her looks to get where she was in the world. And here she was laid out on the floor being pounded by Jennifer Lopez with an obscene strap on cock while Ciara dominated her would be boyfriend. Oh, this was lovely! Beyonce hadn’t realised that Jay was in fact a submissive man, despite his hard man image. It had taken an assault on his senses by Jennifer and Ciara simultaneously to seduce him into submitting to them. He shuffled along the floor on hands and knees and met his Mistress Jennifer’s eyes, his huge penis stiff at seeing his beloved Bee fucked like this (as she had never allowed him ingress to her pussy).

Jennifer withdrew the plastic cock from Beyonce with a pop and stood up, her limbs stiff with the prolonged fuck session. She stepped around the collapsed Beyonce and took the leash from Ciara’s hand with a passing smile.

“Ciara, this is Beyonce Knowles, I’m sure you recognise her, she’s just become my new slave.”

“Oh I recognise the cunt! Doesn’t look so fucking hot now does the Bitch?”

“Hmm, I guess not, but try not to be too hard on her, she will be an important part in my plans to subvert that Bitch Whitney Houston. We mustn’t destroy her, tempting though it is. Still I think we should demonstrate to her how completely I own her now. Get her head up and make her watch while I put her boyfriends cock to good use.”

Ciara smiled as she bent to grab Beyonce’s sweaty hair and jerk her head upright, she slapped her hard across the face to ensure she knew who was the boss but the reality was that deep down she was loving being treated like a piece of shit whore. Beyonce was looking on with dazed eyes but Ciara enjoyed giving her another hard slap, she really was a sadistic Domme.

Meanwhile Jennifer had pushed an unchallenging Jay onto his back so that his hard, eight inches of man-meat was sticking vertically upwards. Normally Mistress Jennifer would never dream of allowing one of her celebrity slaves to penetrate her but the situation was just too perfect. Beyonce had never tasted his cock and to have her look on as her Mistress did so was too appealing. She spread her own dripping pussy lips and allowed herself to become impaled upon his cock. She turned to stare into Beyonce’s eyes, enjoying the confused look on the young singers face. As she began to slide up and down the hard cock she spoke in gasps to her new slave.

“I own you Beyonce. Body and soul I own you. Always remember that. Whitney Houston is now nothing to you, it’s me you serve, me.”

Beyonce nodded dumbly while Ciara gleefully twisted her nipples like a radio dial. J-Lo allowed herself to fuck her male slave for some time but as it became obvious that he was ready to cum Jennifer dismounted him. No mere slave would ever ejaculate in The Mistress! Instead she reached her hand down to finish him off by masturbating him while the tip of his cock faced right up his chest. She kept going until a stream of white cum flew out and splattered against his face, covering his features.

“Lick it up Ciara and give it to her.”

Ciara smiled and dragged Beyonce over by her hair and stooped to lick Jay-Z’s cum from his unflinching face, pooling it in her hungry mouth. Then she turned to spit it hard and dismissively into Beyonce’s face. As it oozed and dripped down Beyonce’s forehead and nose she dropped her eyes to the floor in defeat.

With time racing on it wasn’t long before Beyonce and Mariah were loaded back into the limo and a jubilant Ciara drove them back to Whitney’s mansion completely nude and dropped them off back to their Mistress. As they went Jennifer spoke to another of her lieutenants on her mobile phone.

“Halle? It’s on! Everything went as I expected, now for the Queen Bitch, I want her grovelling at my feet within the month!”

“No problems Mistress Jennifer, I am now completely trusted by her and ready to do was we planned from the off!”