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The Schism

Part 7

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Heavy rock music filled the air as coloured lights swirled through the throng on the dance floor. Conversation was impossible, as all sound was suffocated by the heavy thump of drums and the raucous metallic cacophony of electric guitar. Heavy Metal music had existed back in the Seventies when I'd been free and clubbing. But this was another level of noise, and music like this had not been played at nightclubs back then.

I was attracting attention, but that was not surprising. Mistress had dressed me in latex and corsetry. Most in this crowd wore leather or denim, including my owner, a vision in a glossy, black catsuit. Those girls not in band tee's and leather leggings were dressed more like the boys than me. I was actually grateful for the leash. The symbol of ownership was a shield against the lustful gazes I was drawing.

After trailing my owner to a booth, I was sent out into the crowd for drinks. At the bar, a girl my size smiled at me as I waited to be served. She was cute, with afro hair cut short, and a silver septum ring contrasting against her dark skin tone. Leaning into my ear she shouted, "Love your look. Is that rubber you are wearing?"

"Yes, latex rubber," I responded. As I looked at her, I realised she was nervous. "What are you frightened of?" I asked.

A look of panic flashed across her face before, after taking a swig from her bottle of beer, she replied," You... No offence, but anyone with the courage to dress like that in public... I find you intimidating."

I smiled in reassurance, "I don't bite, dear. But if I'm scary, why approach me?"

"I... I came here tonight to check out the scene. I'm new in town. Starting a new life with a new job. I saw you looking different too. Plus you're sexy as hell. I have some bondage stuff, back at my flat. I thought... I don't know what I thought." The girl took another long swig of her beer and looked hard at the bar.

"You like BDSM?" I grinned at the girl. This really was too easy.

"Uh, yeah," she smiled ruefully. "I guess I'm coming across as a noob."

"Not at all," I lied. "So, you have a latex fetish?"

"I think I may have, seeing you looking like that." The girl started to relax, "Is it hot to wear?"

"You know, it really isn't. Though I have quite a high tolerance of heat these days." I smiled again and reached out a comforting hand. "If you get up to something hot and sweaty though," I delivered a sly wink, "it does not breathe all that well."

Ice broken, I decided to strike the hook, "I'm Sydney, my Mistress has a booth over by the wall. Would you like to join us?"

She looked startled again, "Your Mistress?"

I smiled and rattled the ring on my collar, "Yep, my love and my owner. I'm her slave for life. I think she'll like you, especially if you like me."

"I... I... I didn't realise you were in a relationship. I'm sorry to have intruded," she made to get off her stool.

"Whoa there," I rested a hand on her shoulder, "You've not intruded, I promise. You're looking to make friends? Could be you've made two." I smiled, "Now what's your name, honey? Plus, while I wait to be served, perhaps you can tell me about the bondage equipment you have?"

We chatted some more, and the girl started to relax. Her name was Tujuka, and when I had finally been served my drinks, I led the girl over to my love. As I introduced the girl who I hoped to be the next recruit to our stable of slaves, I reflected on what a whirlwind the last few weeks had been.

After the collaring ceremony, Ruth had started training me to fight. It was weird being called sister by someone I used to call Mistress. Just as disconcerting was all my sister slaves now called me Mistress too.

Mistress Vanda gifted my love two of her slaves to start off her stable. This changed little in practice as there was only one slave kennel in the Burg. The slaves gifted were Jennifer and Willa. It took me a few days to realise that I would now have to bed the two of them as Ruth used to use me.

It was Ruth who sat me down and explained all the duties of a famula to me. She explained the logic of each rule and why it was important. She also revealed I'd been groomed to become the next famula. Ruth went on to suggest I line Willa up next, as she was getting on. Obviously, if my love produced more than one daughter the pressure would be off in that regard.

I was also taught the protocol observed by potential suitors. It seemed a bizarre way to operate, but it worked. Essentially I was approached by a demonius who I would promise to mention to my love. My love would then tell me what it would take to willingly mate with them. I then returned and haggled.

Demonia are obsessed with eugenics. I suppose when a woman is never attracted to the sire of their children, their bloodline takes on new importance. Mistress Vanda had lots of advice, bordering on orders, for my love on this subject. Being privy to the negotiations by my love's father, I understood why.

There were lots of discussions on who Suzie should bed. In the end, a Demonius called Tranamus was selected. He had close ties to House Vladislav, though was from a house based in Greece. An Old One, he was sympathetic to the progressive's cause. My Mistress was keen to secure his bloodline before it was too late. For some reason, she did not think there would be much chance in the future.

I was shocked at the sight of the man when I met him, for he was old. I did not know how many centuries this man had walked the Earth. But he was the first Demonius with grey hair I had met. Unlike Hector, Alexei or Mistress Vanda's sons, he was not powerfully built. Slender in physique, he wore his silver hair in a ponytail and dressed in expensive dark suits.

He turned out to be charming to deal with. Clearly understanding I was new to my post. He helped me through the role of the negotiator by giving in to every demand my love had suggested I make. Honestly, I think he would have acquiesced if I'd demanded he wore a paper bag on his head.

He stayed at the burg for a month, leaving when my love was sure she was pregnant. During that time, Ruth upped my combat training and advised me to vent any jealousy I may feel in the gym, rather than upon the slaves I bed.

In truth, I did not feel jealous. Though I did miss sharing a bed with my love. Instead, Jenny found herself a frequent bedmate during his stay. The irony that Jenny had become a slave in my charge, after all these years, escaped neither of us. The first time I had taken her to my chamber, on the end of a leash, she had been positively bubbly.

"Are you going to make me come, Mistress?" She had teased.

"After all this time, with you playing hard to get, Jenny... I'm going to fuck your bloody brains out, slave."

Back in the dungeon, I set Tujuka up just as Ruth did me decades earlier. The girl looked like a deer caught in headlights. It was a good job she was well secured.

Sweat ran down her brow and stung her eyes. Blinking out the tears, she quailed, "Will Mistress Suzie give me a safe word?"

"Don't be daft, slave. This is not some game."

"I'm frightened. Please stop this?"

"Slave, when my love is finished with you, you will beg to be hers. There is no going back to your old life. Through agony and pain, you will be reborn. I promise you, you will beg to be enslaved."

"Please?"

I ignored her and left her hanging, to inform my love her meal, and latest recruit was ready. Tujuka would be number seven. Five new, plus Willa and Jenny. I met Ruth on the way from the dungeon.

"Was that a nigress you just brought in, Sister?"

"Jesus, Ruth! I know you're old, but we don't use words like that these days."

"I meant no slur. My skin too is black."

"Yeah, but you weren't born that way." I laughed at a thought, "Look, I know you are not racist. You are evidently an equal opportunity enslaver. Just don't use the N-word anymore."

"I'll keep that in mind, Sister. So, it seems we have come full circle. Now the pupil educates her teacher."

"No, sister," I smirked, "I still have much to learn. I was reminded just now, as I set up Tujuka, of my first day here and the words you left me with."

"I say that to all the new slaves. Did they work for you?"

"Most assuredly. I was terrified to my core," I grinned. "Sister, I must go..."

"Indeed, go tell Mistress Suzie her entertainment is ready."

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