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unheard of. The horrifying part of the equation was that she could do what she wanted with me until Sunday as long as it wasn’t permanent. That covered a lot of ground
    “Take off those panties, Pam,” she said, “and then I have a proposition for you.”
    I skinned my panties down and resumed my position. She reached out with the whip again and worked the hem of my skirt up so that my pussy was partially exposed. I could feel eyes in the room gloating.
    “I will release you from the bet if you agree to something,” she said. “Are you interested?”
    “What something, Stacy?” I asked politely.
    “It’s nothing much,” she said. “You just need to promise that from now on each time you enter the club you will come to my table first and pay me homage.”
    I shuddered at what that might mean but I asked, “Homage, Stacy?”
    “Yes. Each time you will come to my table and then you will get down on your knees and kiss my feet.”
    She knew I could never agree to that. It would mean the end of my standing as a Domme. I would be nothing but a slave even if I wasn’t wearing a collar.
    “No, Stacy,” I said.
    “The penalties are going to go up, Pam,” she informed me. “Up till now you’ve just been on your knees with a little humiliation. Are you sure? Do you want to reconsider?”
    “No.”
    “I didn’t think it would be that easy,” she said softly, “but then it wouldn’t be the delicious fun it’s going to be when you finally give in.”
    I didn’t plan on giving in. I hated what was coming but, giving in wasn’t in my nature. My body seemed to have another agenda and was sending me mixed signals. Some part of me was enticed by the degradation that she was inflicting. Some part of me wanted to give in.
    “Take your clothes off, Pam,” she said sweetly. “I think it’s time for our members to get a better look at that body. I’m sure some of them have been coveting it. I know I have. But then it belongs to me now, doesn’t it, Pam?”
    I straightened up enough to pull off my top and bra, unzipped my skirt and worked it down my legs. I sat back on my ass to pull it over my feet and then returned to my position. She reached out again with that damn crop and caressed my pussy. I was trembling with need.
    “What’s the worst degradation you can think of, Pam,” she asked pleasantly.
    The rules of the club were clear. I had to answer truthfully. Of course I hadn’t advertized the fact but my friends knew. If I lied it was a double forfeit.
    “Being touched or used by a man,” I whispered.
    “I thought as much,” she said smugly. “I think you can count on that happening soon if you don’t agree the next time I give you a chance to end this.”
    I was trembling but not only with need now. To be given to a man was something that my mind screamed wasn’t fair but I knew that by club rules everything was fair game. She stood up and pulled my leash.
    “Let’s take a walk, Pam. I want to show you off.”
    By now the entire club knew of my mistake so she wasn’t informing anyone. She was just showing her power. I crawled along dutifully, realizing that the damage to my reputation was escalating and her proposal was looking better. My two friends tagged along and I could see that the power shift was complete in their minds. They had heard her proposal and knew that I had to accept it. It was that or be degraded so much that no one would take me seriously ever again. Either way in their minds I was never going to be a Domme again. Either outcome made me a slave. Not worthy of their time. They fawned over her and I seethed.
    Almost every table we stopped at had a slave that I had topped at one time. Both men and women. The look in their eyes said it all. Being able to be convincing enough to top one of them ever again was going to be almost impossible. My despair mounted.
    “Up, Pam,” Stacy said, bringing me out of my self pity.
    I dutifully got up on my knees and my worst fears were in