Do nothing even if drives you crazy
From Create Your Own Story
You bite your lip and painfully force down your horniness, squirming a little in the leather seat. You fuck hundreds of men but Vladimir is the only one you have the slightest respect for; you don't want to do anything that might make him question your currently sweet position at his side. It's so hard to just sit there while the man of your dreams is so close but using every ounce of will you have you keep your mouth shut and your eyes on the dark road ahead...
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“What is this place?”
Vladimir drives into a building that on the outside looks like any normal construction but on the inside is only a big garage. All of the cars are expensive and from prestigious brands. Vladimir hands over the car to a young girl in a uniform who is definitely too sexy for this kind of work. She should be on the cover of magazines, not parking cars.
You head for an elevator, yet despite being on the ground floor you go down, far down into the underground. Thing get even weirder when the lift stops and you and Vladimir enter a long hallway. Along the hallway's walls are several women with big breasts displayed like hunting trophies. Their bodies end at the midsection and looking closer you notice how they seem stuffed like wild animals yet have an eerie sense of realism.
“Ignore them," says Vladimir. "They are only decorations.”
At the end of the hallway is a door. Vladimir opens the door and opens up a whole new world for you.
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This place is surrounded by myth. It’s sometimes mentioned in several gossip magazines but no hard evidence has proven its existence. It’s a place where the wealthy and beautiful go. It’s the “Mistress bar”. The bar is far underground and built like a dome. The floor is alive with domes and slaves partying in perverse pleasure. You see flogging, ass eating, strap on fucking, all the good stuff being performed in the open. You notice three giant balconies dominating the ceiling, as if those who are up there are somehow superior to their counterparts on the main floor.
Vladimir addresses you. “I’m sure you heard the rumor about this place. This is the Mistress Bar, a place where the wealthy, rich, famous and female come to live out their BDSM fantasies. When I was fucking all the lead A-celebrities in the 70's and 80's I noticed that many of them had sick and twisted fantasies. They just didn’t have a common place to live out those fantasies. So I created this place. All the big-named girls in showbusiness, the music industry, and modeling have set their foot here at one time or another. Other than that, several filthy rich women are also regular visitors. Until recently, men were not allowed down here but recently a vote was cast that let men serve as studs, but they have no real power down here. ”
Vladimir takes a deep breath then points at the three giant balconies in the ceiling.
“Do you see those balconies?”
You nod.
“In this place you are ether a Mistress or a slave. The ratio is approximately five slaves for each mistress. The goal is for the mistresses to acquire as many slaves as possible, which can be done through various challenges and tests of one’s sexual prowess. If a mistress loses all her slaves, she can herself be forced to become a slave. The three most powerful women in the bar each receive one of those balconies for her own private harem.”
Vladimir stops to judge your reaction. You are of course stunned. Who would have thought the social elite were into these kinds of perversities?
“Listen very closely, Sharon. I want you to join one of the balcony mistresses and help her in taking down the opposition. I want at least one of the balcony mistresses to become a sacrificial victim at the ceremony. Do you understand?
“Y, yes,” you reply, with doubt in your voice.
“Good! Now the females in the balconies are Ashanti Yvel (The president for a notorious rap company), Jasmin Escobar (Heiress to a massive drug empire), and Lady Victoria Nelson (Don’t know who she is, but if she has lady in her name she must be high class). One thing more. Take this.” Vladimir gives you a belt with a V on it. ”It symbolizes that you are my property and shouldn’t be harassed.” You put on the belt.
A fine young wench approaches you; she is spot naked with the words 'information girl' tattooed on her forehead.
“I will leave you now, Sharon. I trust you will not disappoint, but tread lightly. These women don’t fuck around!” Vladimir leaves and you are left with information girl. You suppose that you could ask her questions.
