Post by Naughty Katalina on Dec 2, 2018 8:10:00 GMT
A random changing room in a much more random building. A woman stands before a full body mirror examining herself over. She wears a complete suit of black latex covering her entire frame from the tips of her thick heel boots to her glove covered fingers. The only color to this is the thin pink stripe running from underneath the womans collar, between her overly large breasts, along her thin waist, and down over her crotch. This strip clearly indicating the zipper of the suit.
The woman fixes out her hair in behind her shoulders as it seems to explode out near the top of her black latex bondage mask. The fiendishly shaped holes of her eyes have an equally pink trim around them as her red painted lips poke out through the acceptable opening just giving her enough room to speak or have an implement put inside of there. Her hair comes straight up for a bit as the mask continues to wrap around it for an inch or so causing the bright blond hair to stream down behind her head and down along her shoulders. Given the hindrance caused by the mask itself, the hair could easily go another three or four inches down the womans back.
She touches a finger along the front metal plate of her leather collar. Imprinted into it is the name “Camaroe” as thick spikes come out along the sides of it to the locking mechanism in the back. Dangling beneath the nameplate is a thick metal ring wide enough for two slender fingers to be slipped inside comfortably. Camaroe, as her name seems to be, plays with the ring some and smiles as it bounces off her neck when she hears the door open. She turns swiftly and sees her Mistress standing holding out a leash and smiles signaling that it is playtime.
Sometime later, the dominatrix sits inside what has been made out to be a sort of darkened throne room. It's difficult to make out much of anything here other than the throne itself and the raven haired woman who sits inside it. She wears a simplistic suit. Black nylon stockings down to a pair of leather stiletto heels currently being tended do by a kneeling Camaroe. The domme also wears a black jumper over a white blouse top buttoned to the neck where it's decorated by a thin black ribbon. She lounges in this throne with one hand resting along the rest and the other pointed upward, her fingers curled inward save for the index, which holds onto the handle of the leash presently sported by her slave. The sound of brushing can be heard as Camaroe feverishly works to impress her Mistress as the woman herself speaks.
Katalina: Hello, Queen City, I'm here to...well, explain myself. I'm certain that those who only know me from my company biography or rumors from those who feel they know me well enough to spread them...you might think I've come to enslave. That I've come to make you all bend your knees toward me.
The domme brings up a smile reaching with her other hand to grip the mid point of the leash giving it a slight pull causing Camaroe to follow leaning herself to the side.
Katalina: Why would I want two or more when I have such a perfect specimen here?
She asks those viewing while gently easing off on the leash letting her masked companion to resume her work. Guess we're not to hear from her yet.
Katalina: So put aside those nightmarish thoughts, or perhaps dreamland fantasies. I'm instead here to dominate in another way. Yes, I intend to inflict pain and I do hope to punish, but not in the way that would involve a whip or a collar. No, I'm not your stereotypical dominatrix here to allure your senses and entertain your most depraved thoughts. I'm here to succeed. I'm here to make certain I never made a mistake in beginning a career in this business to begin with. Just like all of you, I'm sure of that.
Could it work like that? Her comparing herself to everyone?
Katalina: Now, those that do know me might know of a certain connection I share with a fellow competitor here. Those people might be worried when I bring about my other title, Stryfe.
Katalina smiles raising up her free hand.
Katalina: Again, nothing could be farther from the truth. I will follow her career in the same way she follows my own. With hopes of success and a continued feeling of backstage camaraderie. I would be disappointed if she decided to help in my efforts on a more physical level just as I'm sure she feels she's proven herself enough to not require my aid. So for those fearing a full reunion...no.
We can all trust her on that. Is she the sort who can't be trusted? Looking at Camaroe...maybe?
Katalina: So this is my introduction. You understand my views, you understand my wants, you understand enough of my gameplan. Yet,
She sighs resting back against her seat, her hazel colored eyes rolling in their black painted sockets.
Katalina: There will be one, or perhaps more, who will insist I'm here to enslave them. That I'm going to club them on the head and force them to the back to be broken. To those; I enjoy your enthusiasm and it'll be a wondrous treat proving you wrong. Despite your inner desires of being mine.
Already trolling them out, eh?
Katalina: To the rest I say to treat me like a competitor searching her own way toward the top and I'll do the same in kind. Thank you and good night.
She's not such a bad gal, is she? She rises from her throne surprising Camaroe and gives a tug on her leash. It's time to go now polished boots or not.
The woman fixes out her hair in behind her shoulders as it seems to explode out near the top of her black latex bondage mask. The fiendishly shaped holes of her eyes have an equally pink trim around them as her red painted lips poke out through the acceptable opening just giving her enough room to speak or have an implement put inside of there. Her hair comes straight up for a bit as the mask continues to wrap around it for an inch or so causing the bright blond hair to stream down behind her head and down along her shoulders. Given the hindrance caused by the mask itself, the hair could easily go another three or four inches down the womans back.
She touches a finger along the front metal plate of her leather collar. Imprinted into it is the name “Camaroe” as thick spikes come out along the sides of it to the locking mechanism in the back. Dangling beneath the nameplate is a thick metal ring wide enough for two slender fingers to be slipped inside comfortably. Camaroe, as her name seems to be, plays with the ring some and smiles as it bounces off her neck when she hears the door open. She turns swiftly and sees her Mistress standing holding out a leash and smiles signaling that it is playtime.
~*~
Sometime later, the dominatrix sits inside what has been made out to be a sort of darkened throne room. It's difficult to make out much of anything here other than the throne itself and the raven haired woman who sits inside it. She wears a simplistic suit. Black nylon stockings down to a pair of leather stiletto heels currently being tended do by a kneeling Camaroe. The domme also wears a black jumper over a white blouse top buttoned to the neck where it's decorated by a thin black ribbon. She lounges in this throne with one hand resting along the rest and the other pointed upward, her fingers curled inward save for the index, which holds onto the handle of the leash presently sported by her slave. The sound of brushing can be heard as Camaroe feverishly works to impress her Mistress as the woman herself speaks.
Katalina: Hello, Queen City, I'm here to...well, explain myself. I'm certain that those who only know me from my company biography or rumors from those who feel they know me well enough to spread them...you might think I've come to enslave. That I've come to make you all bend your knees toward me.
The domme brings up a smile reaching with her other hand to grip the mid point of the leash giving it a slight pull causing Camaroe to follow leaning herself to the side.
Katalina: Why would I want two or more when I have such a perfect specimen here?
She asks those viewing while gently easing off on the leash letting her masked companion to resume her work. Guess we're not to hear from her yet.
Katalina: So put aside those nightmarish thoughts, or perhaps dreamland fantasies. I'm instead here to dominate in another way. Yes, I intend to inflict pain and I do hope to punish, but not in the way that would involve a whip or a collar. No, I'm not your stereotypical dominatrix here to allure your senses and entertain your most depraved thoughts. I'm here to succeed. I'm here to make certain I never made a mistake in beginning a career in this business to begin with. Just like all of you, I'm sure of that.
Could it work like that? Her comparing herself to everyone?
Katalina: Now, those that do know me might know of a certain connection I share with a fellow competitor here. Those people might be worried when I bring about my other title, Stryfe.
Katalina smiles raising up her free hand.
Katalina: Again, nothing could be farther from the truth. I will follow her career in the same way she follows my own. With hopes of success and a continued feeling of backstage camaraderie. I would be disappointed if she decided to help in my efforts on a more physical level just as I'm sure she feels she's proven herself enough to not require my aid. So for those fearing a full reunion...no.
We can all trust her on that. Is she the sort who can't be trusted? Looking at Camaroe...maybe?
Katalina: So this is my introduction. You understand my views, you understand my wants, you understand enough of my gameplan. Yet,
She sighs resting back against her seat, her hazel colored eyes rolling in their black painted sockets.
Katalina: There will be one, or perhaps more, who will insist I'm here to enslave them. That I'm going to club them on the head and force them to the back to be broken. To those; I enjoy your enthusiasm and it'll be a wondrous treat proving you wrong. Despite your inner desires of being mine.
Already trolling them out, eh?
Katalina: To the rest I say to treat me like a competitor searching her own way toward the top and I'll do the same in kind. Thank you and good night.
She's not such a bad gal, is she? She rises from her throne surprising Camaroe and gives a tug on her leash. It's time to go now polished boots or not.