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by SwitchMan (switchman2002@yahoo.com)

F/m, M/f, bdsm, bondage, machine, slave, toys, kidnapping, nc, torture, XX

Chapter 8 – The Presentation

Mistresses Rosie, Amy and Jennie finished decorating the hall just ten minutes before the guests were scheduled to arrive. Although she easily could have assigned the task to the house staff, Mistress Jennie wanted the hall to have that “special something” that only comes from doing it yourself.

The women stood silently admiring the hall. It looked quite festive. Banners reading “Congratulations Susan and Jennie!” lined the walls, and twisted black and white crepe paper streamers bounced from one chandelier to another. The folding chairs were evenly spaced in front of the stage, which was deceptively quiet. A solitary podium stood center stage in front of the closed stage curtains with three ornate oak chairs placed immediately to the left.

Three sets of beautiful French doors graced the East end of the hall, farthest from the stage. The doors were lead crystal and provided a panoramic view of the front gardens. Mistress Jennie nudged the others and pointed to a black limousine pulling into the circular drive.

“That must be Mistress Christen, the head of the regional chapter. Time to get your dates, ladies. Johnson, the doorman, can arrange to have them brought up from the holding pen,” Mistress Jennie said motioning to the telephone.

As Mistress Amy phoned the doorman, Mistress Jennie went out to greet Mistress Christen personally.

“Mistress Christen, we’re so honored that you could make it,” Mistress Jennie said with open arms.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Mistress Christen replied as she got out of the limousine and hugged Mistress Jennie.

“What, you didn’t bring an escort?” Mistress Jennie said with an exaggerated frown.

“Unfortunately, I can’t stay the night, so I gave him the night off. Right now, he’s strapped to my four-poster – probably watching HBO,” Mistress Christen explained.

Mistress Jennie escorted Mistress Christen into the hall. The wait staff was quick to bring two flutes of champagne on a sterling silver tray. As Mistresses Jennie and Christen exchanged compliments, the slaves of Mistresses Amy and Rosie were brought up from the basement holding pen by two house boys, and their leashes were tied to two eye bolts in a dark corner of the hall.

By a quarter past the hour, eight slaves were leashed to eye bolts in various corners of the hall, and all of the Mistresses were present except for Susan. Each Mistress in attendance had taken great pleasure in dressing up her slave for the occasion, and no two slaves were dressed alike. Mistress Amy had dressed her slave like a pony boy. He had a tall feathered headdress, a bit gag, blinders and a severe leather harness that included a leather pouch for his genitals and straps that passed through D-rings attached to a single leather glove encasing his arms behind him. He looked nervous and confused. Of course, the blinders made certain he stayed that way, forcing him to completely turn in any direction that he wanted to see.

Mistress Rosie’s slave was bound in chains, blindfolded and ball gagged. His wrists were held together in front of him by connected shackles, and a chain was wrapped tightly around his torso keeping his wrists in place. Similarly, his ankles were bound by shackles that were connected by an 18 inch chain, forcing him to take tiny steps when he was lead by his Mistress. A larger shackle was loosely fitted to his neck, and a chain fastening his neck shackle to an eye bolt in the wall prevented him from wandering too far.

Another guest brought a slave dressed as a woman bound in rope. Yet another guest dressed her slave as a mental patient complete with straight jacket and institutional restraints. Still another guest wrapped her slave in plastic wrap that was wound so tightly about his body that he needed to be brought into the hall on a mover’s dolly. Even though the slaves were all uniquely dressed, the guests intentionally ignored them. Instead, the Mistresses focused on each other and exchanged compliments for the creativity and originality of the elaborate costumes. The mistresses themselves were all dressed in the same enticingly evil uniforms.

Finally, at 8:30, Susan arrived. She was dressed in a leather corset and black satin dress like the other Mistresses. She wore 5-inch black stiletto heels, elbow length opera gloves and fishnet stockings. She also wore a sullen expression that suggested an inner hatred and possibly an unforgettable loss.

One by one, the Mistresses took turns congratulating Mistress Susan on her first year’s accomplishments, just as they had congratulated Mistress Jennie prior to Mistress Susan’s arrival. Mistress Susan took the comments seriously and indicated how devoted she was to the sorority, almost as though she had recently reaffirmed her efforts to excel in the sorority.

After about a half hour of mingling and drinking, a servant walked to the center of the hall and rang a small bell to signify the beginning of the evening’s presentations. Slowly, all of the guests moved to the folding chairs in front of the stage. Mistresses Christen, Jennie and Susan sat in the oak chairs on stage next to the podium.

While the guests were taking their seats, several members of the wait staff began to lead the slaves from the hall. Once all of the slaves were removed from the hall, all of the doors to the hall were sealed, and the lights were dimmed except for the stage lighting.

Mistress Jennie rose and approached the podium. After testing the microphone, she began the program.

“I’d like to thank everyone for attending this year’s annual Beta-Delta-Sigma-Mu Advancement Ball. In accordance with the sorority by-laws, the junior sisters, namely Mistress Susan and I, coordinated the event. Mistress Susan provided the decorations and beverages, and I provided the location. I’d like to take this opportunity to warmly welcome everyone to my house. If you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask any of the servants for assistance.”

“With that, I’d like to introduce a most distinguished member of our sorority. She has been with us for five years, and she is the head of the regional chapter. Even though she has had five full-time slaves during her tenure, she has been gracious enough to grant us her undivided attention this evening, leaving her slave at home, longing for her return, no doubt. Without further delay, I give you Mistress Christen.”

The audience, though small, provided an enthusiastic round of applause for Mistress Christen as she rose from her seat and approached the podium.

“Thank you Mistress Jennie,” she began.

“Every year, the sisterhood celebrates the advancement of the junior members of our sorority. This advancement signifies the sorority’s full acceptance of the members and signifies each sister’s vow to dominate all men. As a symbol of your place in the sorority, I am pleased to present each of you, Jennie and Susan, with a solid gold medallion of supremacy.”

Mistress Christen then picked up two small boxes from within the podium and removed the medallions. She walked over to the seated honorees and placed a medallion around the neck of each. She then stepped aside and began clapping. A look of pride came over Mistresses Jennie and Susan, and Susan smiled her first genuine smile of the evening. Mistress Susan then stood and took the podium as the applause trailed off.

“This is such an honor,” she began and looked down thoughtfully down at the podium.

Looking up, she continued. “As many who came before me, I vow on this night to dominate all men. Tonight’s ceremony gives me a strength and resolve that I’ve never felt before in my life. I feel invincible. But it hasn’t always been that way,” Mistress Susan said, pausing.

“I have occasionally questioned my superiority. As recently as yesterday evening, I had one such lapse in judgment. As many of you know, I was in a traditional relationship for years before discovering the sisterhood. Although the end of that relationship served to awaken the dominant within me, I still have strong feelings for the male who was my partner.”

“Last night, in a moment of doubt, I asked my former lover to meet me before this evening’s event. I thought that by seeing him once more, I could better decide whether I was truly dominant and worthy of the honor bestowed on my tonight. If I saw him and wanted to be his equal, I decided that I would skip tonight’s affair and rejoin the world of the ordinary. If I saw him and still felt dominant, however, I planned to bring him here as my first conquest,” Mistress Susan paused.

“Fortunately, the male was too weak to honor his commitment, thereby revealing the truth to me. Men are no better than pets who don’t come when you call them, and such pets must be trained to have respect.”

The audience howled.

“He may not be my conquest tonight, but due to his lack of respect, I will have him yet. As in a conventional relationship, I will have him until death do us part, but that will be the only conventional aspect of our relationship.”

The audience cheered again.

“Thank you all for enlightening and accepting me,” Susan said sincerely. Then she raised her medallion in the air with her right hand and shouted the sorority slogan with the audience echoing each word.

“Hunt! Capture! Dominate!”

With that, Mistress Susan turned to Mistress Jennie, smiled a broad smile and returned to her seat as Mistress Jennie took to the podium.

“First, I’d like to express my gratitude to the sorority for tonight’s honor, and I too would like to relate a personal story.”

“As many of you may know, Mistress Susan and I are roommates on campus. Last night, as I was fading off to sleep, I overheard Mistress Susan’s invitation to the dog that she just spoke of.”

Susan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, and she leaned forward in her seat in anticipation of the rest of the story.

“I sensed her momentary self-doubt, but knew the strength that she harbored within. Although it was extremely presumptuous of me, I decided to give her a gift that might help her acknowledge her feminine superiority. I had no idea that she was considering passing up tonight’s honor, but I’m thrilled that I had a small role to play in helping her decide to attend.”

With that, Mistress Jennie removed the remote control from the podium and used it to open the curtains. As the shadow of the curtains slowly revealed the uncomfortable predicaments of Ross and Scott, Susan’s jaw dropped, and a ripple of “ooh’s” and “ahh’s” rolled through the audience.

“I apologize for taking some of the challenge out of it for you, Mistress Susan, but in honor of your advancement tonight, I am pleased to present you with this heartfelt gift. Even though I truly believe that this gift is beneath you, I hope that you enjoy it.”

With that Mistress Jennie stepped away from the podium, and the audience began applauding with unbridled enthusiasm. The applause seemed to last forever.

Susan sat stunned

Once the applause began to subside, Mistress Jennie leaned back toward the podium microphone and announced that drinks would be available throughout the evening, and that all of the guests were welcome to spend the night.

“Anyone who wishes to stay the night may inform any member of the house staff, and your escorts will be taken to your room,” Mistress Jennie announced. “I’m certain that the accommodations will be acceptable, as every room is fully equipped.”

Ross watched helplessly as the lights were raised, and the guests began to mingle amongst themselves. Mistress Susan motioned for Mistress Jennie to meet her at the corner of the stage. They were too far away for Ross to hear the conversation. Near the end of the discussion, Mistress Susan caught Ross’ eyes as she shrugged nonchalantly, as though to say “What the hell”, and Mistresses Jennie and Susan began to mingle with the guests at the far end of the room. Every now and then, Mistress Susan would look up to the stage display with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

As the guests engaged in their post ceremony conversations, several guests, including Mistresses Rosie and Amy, made their way to the edge of the stage to admire the display.

“We helped set him up,” Mistress Rosie said with pride.

“Were you involved in the capture?” asked one of the guests.

“No, we just got to set up the display,” said Mistress Amy.

“Nice job, anyway,” admired the guest.

“Thanks. We positioned the one on the saw horse, but other one is nicely displayed, as well. Too bad we can’t see his face,” Mistress Rosie said.

Ross was humiliated. He and Scott were on display, and they were being treated as though they were property… and stolen property, at that.

As the group of mistresses stood on the floor in front of the stage admiring Ross and Scott’s predicament, Ross heard a rustling behind him. He turned his head as far as he could, straining to see Scott and what was happening, but the stock’s prevented him from getting a clear view. Suddenly, Ross’s world went dark as a hood was placed over his head and secured at his neck.

Ross could feel his bonds being unfastened from the sawhorse, but it was impossible to attempt an escape. His neck and wrists were still securely held by the stocks. His ankles were still hobbled by the two foot chain, and he could see only darkness. Ross felt a leash being attached to the front of the stocks, and a tug toward the back of the stage.

As he was being lead from the stage, Ross relied on his hearing to assess the situation. From the whir of the electric winch and the jingle of buckles coming from Scott’s direction, Ross assumed they were being taken to another part of the house. He was right, but as they reached the bottom of the back steps, Ross realized that Scott’s footsteps were fading away. They were each being lead to a different place, and Ross wondered if he’s ever see Scott again.

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Links to Susan's Return Chapters 1-14:
1. Lost and Found
2. The Bait
3. The Trap
4. About Those Books...
5. The Next Victim
6. The Waiting Room
7. The Preparation
8. The Presentation
9. Scott's Predicament
10. Scott's Trap
11. Back to Captivity
12. Susan's Turn
13. The Escape
14. The Semester Ends