Rose Blossoms Ch. 05

BDSM, D/s, M/F, F/F, Slave Wrestling

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Rose has disappointed her Master by losing a Greased Gladiator match at the club. This is the story of the aftermath of that match told more or less from Rose's perspective as she comes to grips with the Master's punishment of silence and then is slowly led into the truth of who she truly is and what her Master has done for her.

The story is in 5 parts. This is part 5 of 5

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As Rose sobbed and wailed out her despair, a soft hand touched her and then began to stroke her back, much like you would quiet a frightened pet. A soft voice said, "Shhh. Shhh my little one. It will be alright."

It was a woman's voice.

The soft hands reached around her neck and Rose felt something being buckled into place. It was another collar. This collar was smaller... lighter. It smelled new, but not of new leather. It smelled more of new metal and it was cold against her skin. A click and slight tug told her that a leash had been attached to the collar.

The soft voice said, "Stand," and Rose stood. Standing before her was Mistress Joan. Behind her stood Kim June. Mistress Joan was dressed as befit a Mistress in an expensively tailored, ivory colored evening gown. A thin turban covered her hairless head. Kim June wore a simple black dress with matching black sandals.

"Raise your arms," instructed Mistress Joan. Rose did, and Kim June stepped forward and lowered a black dress over Rose's head. It was identical to the dress which Kim June wore and except for being black, was the identical to the white dress that Master had carried away. Kim June set a pair of sandals on the floor at Rose's feet. They, too, matched Kim June's, and they, too, were a black version of the sandals which Rose had worn into the club.

With the dress and sandals properly in place, Kim June stepped back away. Mistress Joan looked intently into Rose's eyes and said softly, "Your Master must have loved you very deeply."

Rose noticed that there was a strange catch in Mistress' voice. "He sold me to you. How could he love me?... Or did you win me from him in the match?"

Mistress Joan laughed softly and replied, "You don't understand, do you? Your Master hasn't told you happened in the ring that night, has he?

"I lost," answered Rose flatly, "That's all I really need to know."

"No, Rose, you didn't lose. You submitted. There's a difference."

Rose's face crinkled with an unasked question.

"When I pinned you to the mat, I made a very serious mistake. It was a rookie fighter's mistake that I should not have made, but I had never fought as a Greased Gladiator before. My grudge matches with other Mistresses had always been just all out mayhem until the other submitted... like Kim June did a few years ago."

Rose's eyes widened.

"You didn't know Kim June was once a Mistress, did you? Perhaps that is why other slaves could never defeat her. They treated her as a Mistress and were helpless against her. You treated her as a slave, and you won."

"You took advantage of her weakness - her hair, and you won. Once you knew how to spot a person's weakness, you always won. I should have remembered that, but instead, I ignored it. I had you pinned and I was taunting you about knowing YOUR weakness, but I, in MY weakness, was lying face down on top of you."

"So," replied Rose.

Mistress Joan again laughed. "I hadn't knocked your victory stick from your hands like you did to Kim June. It was my ass that was exposed. All you had to do was impale me with the stick in your hand and I would have been sold as a slave that night."

"My weakness was literally right in front of your face, but I was right about you. Your weakness was that you secretly desired to be ruled by a woman. You were fighting against your inner desires. You had your victory stick pressed against my asshole. All you had to do was push slightly and you won. But your inner desires were winning and instead of impaling me, you gave yourself to me. And in giving yourself to me you unleashed your true inner slave in one of the most intense orgasm anyone has ever witnessed. When your Master saw that, he knew that he could never truly be your Master again. For you to be truly happy, you needed to be slave to a Mistress."

"And so he gave me to you?" asked Rose.

"No. You still don't understand." continued Mistress Joan quietly, casting her eyes down toward the ground almost as though in shame. "Your Master came to me and told me that he knew that I loved Kim June. I denied it, but he asked why I would risk everything for her if I did not love her. I still tried to deny it, but he was right. He knew my true weakness. He knew that it was love for my slave that had driven me into that ring."

Mistress Joan sighed deeply. "Kim June is my slave, but I love her and her defeat took something very precious out of her. I was hoping to win it back for her. I risked becoming a slave so that my slave could remain happy. I guess that is love."

"Is that why he gave me to you?"

"You still don't understand. Your Master didn't give you to me. He gave me to you! As you orgasmed, you drove your victory stick fully into my ass. You won. But noone knew it because I, a fraction of a second later drove my victory stick fully into you."

Rose frowned, still not understanding.

"The difference was that I was not overwhelmed by an intense orgasm. I leapt to my feet. You remained writhing on the mat. With all the cheering and confusion, noone saw me quickly slide your stick out of my ass. Everyone assumed that I had been holding it my hand. Everyone assumed that only you had been victory fucked. Everyone assumed that I had won.... everyone, that is, except your Master. He saw... He knew... But he kept silent."

"Your Master is on the council of Masters. All he had to do was to tell the council what actually happened and I would have been auctioned to the highest bidder. But your Master loves you as I love Kim June and he knew what you wanted... what you needed... what would make your happy. So that night, instead of telling the council, your Master gathered up all of the official videos of the fight and came to visit me. He said that you were waiting in the car. Evidently that was funny to him for some reason. The videos clearly show that you won. I lost, not you."

Rose shook her head as she tried to comprehend was Mistress Joan was telling her.

"Master offered me a proposition that he said would be best for everyone and still maintain the integrity of the club. He made a contribution to the club fund that was greater than anyone would have bid for me, in effect, buying me without a public auction. He owns me. Your Master is now also my Master."

Joan raised her hand to her throat and fingered the large golden heart that hung from a flat, golden necklace covered with small diamonds. On the heart was the same ornate script that had been on her robe the night of the match. It said simply "Mistress Joan."

The necklace connected to the heart in two places so that it could not turn over, but Mistress Joan twisted it so that Rose could read what was written on the back side of the heart. In bold block letters it read, "Property of Master."

"This is a collar, the same as Kim June's."

Joan pointed to the glittering collar that surrounded Kim June's throat. It, too, was golden in color with many very small diamonds covering most of it. In the front were three areas of bare metal. In the middle was a small ring into which was clipped a leash identical to the one which hung from Rose's collar. On either side of that were two metal areas with ornate script. On one it said, "Slave Kim June." On the other it said, "Property of Mistress Joan."

"That isn't totally true anymore. Kim June is technically Master's property because I am Master's property, just as you are still technically Master's property. We all belong to Master."

Rose began to weep and sob, but this time it was tears of joy. Master had not abandoned her. She still did not understand exactly what was happening, but Master had not left her helpless and alone. She still belonged to Master.

Joan continued, "Master has ordered me to continue as a Mistress to everyone except him. I am sure that I will occasionally be required to satisfy him in all the ways that a slave must satisfy her Master, but that is between him and me, and I will honor my submission to him."

A wry smile crossed her face and then she continued. "What is important to you is that he has ordered me to be your Mistress and to treat you as my slave... to give you what you have always secretly yearned for in your inner being... to be dominated by, and submit to, a woman."

"As long as I treat you as well as I have treated Kim June, I remain free. If I do not live up to Master's expectations, he will make public the video of the match and the slave papers which he demanded I sign and I will end up in some slave brothel in South America."

Rose stood silently before Mistress Joan.

"Have no doubt that I will treat you as a slave. I will force you to submit to me. You will do everything that I demand of you, or I will punish you as severely as any Mistress ever punished any slave. But as my slave you will also experience heights of ecstasy that only a woman can give another woman. As my slave you will receive pleasure that only a slave who has fully submitted herself to another woman can ever fully embrace."

Once again, Rose began crying. These were definitely tears of relief and joy. Now she understood. Master loved her. Mistress loved her. What more could a slave ask for?

"One final thing before we go," continued Mistress Joan. "To make the public transition complete, tradition says that I, as your new owner must rename you."

Touching the heart that hung at her throat, Joan said softly, "I no longer have the authority to name you, but these are the words of our Master." Joan pulled a small slip of paper from somewhere, held it up and read, "Rose, you have finally blossomed into what your true, inner self has always been. You are no longer 'Rose.' From this day forward, you are 'Passion Flower.' I expect you to live up to that name."

"I will, Master! "I will, Mistress! I will! I will!"

With that, Mistress Joan gathered Kim June's and Passion Flower's leashes together in her hand, and together they walked out of the club and into their new life together.

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