Bow before her,
and beg to stay!
The Goddess cometh on...
Bee Devine stood in front of her magnificent throne atop a raised platform. It was the same setup the crew had assembled for Bee during the Fight for her Favor challenge, and they planned to recycle it for most of the season. It was because of shortcuts like this that reality TV was so cheap to produce.
The director had wanted Bee to sit in her throne for the duration of the shoot – he’d said something about ‘making use of our props’ – but Bee had insisted on standing. The queen of queens exuded so much more energy that way. It was far more intimidating than acting like royalty, looking down on her subjects.
And speaking of subjects, the contestants had all been lined up in a separate room, out of earshot. They would exit through a different room so that everything Goddess Devine told them would remain in confidence. An intern would direct them into the room one at a time in a pre-arranged order, and then the editors would mix and match whatever sequence played the best.
Bee Devine couldn’t care less about what order her contestants went, though. She had some choice words for each and every one of them…
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Madame Muse came first. She was dressed in a blood-red latex catsuit with a sizable keyhole. She accented her crimson outfit with tall, six-inch heeled boots and long gloves of a darker shade of red. Her eyes were glammed up with dark shadows and long wings, and the darkest red of all was worn on her lips.
This red diva catwalked down an aisle of purple lights as though she were a model on the runway until her sauntering brought her before the queen bee. And it was there that she stopped.
The contestants had all rehearsed their entrance an hour ago, but this was the first time Muse had actually done it with Bee Devine in the room. The madam had a good poker face, but Bee could smell fear. She caught its scent just about every time a contestant was around her, and she knew that she would be smelling it in abundance today.
“Kneel.” Bee Devine pointed a finger downward, and Madame Muse silently obeyed. She didn’t kneel like a subject before her queen, but like a sub before her domme. This part had been rehearsed as well, but Bee absolutely loved to see it in action.
The goddess’ heels clicked on the platform as she slowly paced back and forth, looming over her first contestant. “You’ve made quite the impression…”
Muse stared straight ahead, avoiding eye contact as per the director’s instructions. “Thank you, Goddess.”
“…at the last possible moment.” As the final word of Bee’s sentence echoed across the set, the pride that Muse had allowed to show was wiped clean off her face and replaced with a blank stare. It was like watching a turtle retreat into its shell.
Bee was supposed to stay atop the pedestal, but she couldn’t help herself. Her inner film director told her to descend and circle Muse like a vulture, so that’s what she did. “Do you think that you can float your way through my show, girl?”
“No, Goddess.” The chariness in Madame Muse’s voice was unmistakable. She was taking her time and choosing her words with great care. “Is this a criticism of my methods, Goddess?”
Bee stopped and stared down at her subject with a look that could petrify Medusa. “It’s a warning! You had a whole week to prove yourself, and you spent nearly every hour lurking in the shadows. That
will not win you this contest!”
The queen bee could see goosebumps on Muse’s shoulder. Such a satisfying sight. Bee’s instincts told her to rise back up and seat herself on the throne before speaking again.
“You are safe for this week...”
Muse tried to hide her sigh of relief, but nothing got past Bee Devine.
“…but understand that I expect better from you in the future!”
Muse slowly nodded. “Yes, Goddess.”
For a long moment, there was dead silence. Then, the director’s voice cut through the emptiness. “CUT! Alright, that was a good improv session! I like how Bee walked around Muse. Real imposing! Now, can you two do another take, but this time Ms Devine sticks to the script?”
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Once the director was satisfied, Madame Muse was led back to her private room. That was more or less how it went with every contestant. Each one was dressed up to look as dominant as they could be, but Bee Devine was always able to shrink them down and make them look like a flustered applicant at a job interview.
Vasilka was the second one to kneel before Bee Devine. She wore a latex halter dress which connected to a high collar, and Bee Devine gave her a very similar warning.
“You are safe for this week, but rest assured that you won’t win Alpha Domme if you rely on me to drop a bound and gagged art project in front of your door every week!”
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Scarlett came next, wearing a long-sleeved latex crop top, and some tight latex pants. All her clothes were black, and covered in spikes.
She was safe, but that didn’t mean that Bee Devine couldn’t have a little fun with her first. “Neigh for me, dearie.”
Scarlett flinched at those words. “Um… excuse me, Goddess?”
“You heard me!”
Scarlett hesitated for a moment longer before neighing like a horse. Bee nearly chuckled at its accuracy. “Not bad. If you can impersonate a queen as well as an equine, then you may just have a shot at this. Now leave. You are safe for this week.”
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Miki was up next. The little Asian girl looked as though she was resisting the urge to hum as she frolicked over to her queen.
She knelt, and Bee towered over her. “You’ve gone into this contest with quite a unique strategy, my dear Miki.”
Miki avoided eye contact like the others, but she made no attempt at a poker face. She nodded giddily and yammered, “Oh, yes, Goddess. I so unique that--"
“Oh, knock off that charade,” Bee interjected. “It might fool your competitors, but it can’t fool your goddess.”
Miki was smart enough to know when to quit. Her cutesy smile gave way to a stoic stare, and when she spoke, her voice rumbled at a deep and mature octave. “Well, you can’t blame a woman for trying. Can you, Goddess?”
Bee Devine didn’t answer. She just asked, “Do you honestly think that you can win the title of Alpha Domme by acting like a little child?”
Miki shrugged. Her heavy Japanese accent was nowhere to be found. It had been replaced by a generic American accent, like something you’d hear in Colorado. “It comes with certain advantages, Goddess. People love a cute little stereotype. It makes them feel safe, and keeps them unsuspecting.”
“Well, you certainly have faith in your character,” Bee said. “Not only were you bold enough to hijack Queen Vasilka’s session with Ms Hawtrey, but you even showed your face to the old gal.”
Miki smiled again, but this smile was cold and sinister. “It’s important that she knows her tormentor, my Goddess.”
“But not important for Scarlett, Vasilka, or anyone else that you’ve attacked from behind,” Bee countered. “Do I need to remind you that ‘Alpha Domme’ and ‘Alpha Ninja’ are not one and the same?”
Miki just stared blankly onward and said, “I prefer to rack up victories without racking up vendettas. Check in with Citrine later and ask how well the opposite approach works.”
“Slyness like that is not going to impress me, girl,” Bee said. “You are safe for this week, but you’re playing with fire. Don’t expect your luck to last forever.”
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And then along came Mistress Citrine. Her outfit was composed of long latex arm warmers, tall latex boots, and a revealing latex top that resembled a skimpy one-piece swimsuit. Half of her outfit was jet black while the other half was accented with tiger strips and the two went well together. She’d even matched it with orange eyeshadow.
Even on her knees, Citrine looked smug as hell. She was transparently proud of yesterday’s victory and was now eagerly awaiting Bee Devine’s praise.
Boy, was she going to be disappointed.
“Well, dearie, you had a rough start, but you turned things around at the Fight for my Favor; and from there, you won a victory that I doubt any other contestant will ever match in magnitude. If only you had remembered to be a good domme in the process.”
The self-satisfied smile vanished from Citrine’s face. Behind her wide eyes, Bee could see her scrambling to come up with a response, but Bee didn’t give her the chance.
“You left up to eight victims unattended in the playroom while you ran around, herding your subs. For crying out loud, you left two unattended victims suspended!
Let me spell it out for you: the domme serves the sub!
Even when it looks as though the exact opposite is true, a decent domme will always be looking after the sub’s health and safety at the bare minimum, and you failed to do that more times than I could count. Someone could have lost circulation or had a medical emergency, and there would have been no one to help them!
You bit off more than you could chew, and as a result, you broke our profession’s greatest code.
NEVER leave your subs unattended!”
Citrine was still on her knees, but she had effectively been knocked on her ass. She was so flustered that she could barely even begin her response. “G-G-Goddess, I…I-I’m…”
“You’re safe.”
Citrine was the first contestant to break her focus and look up at Bee Devine. She looked like a child with an expression that said
’Really?’
Bee should have disciplined her for breaking choreography. It would have looked good for the cameras, but Bee simply nodded instead. “You are safe for as long as you remember your Goddess’ words, and keep her favor. Now, get out of my sight.”
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Ms Hawtrey had abandoned her equestrian outfit for today and returned to her usual schoolmistress costume. Her tight pencil skirt made it awkward for her to kneel down, but that’s what editing’s for.
“I must say, dearie, you have admirable initiative. Within the first hour of this competition, you took up your crop and went out looking for trouble.”
Ms Hawtrey’s lips tightened. The fine lady tried to hide her embarrassment, but she clearly didn’t like being reminded of her disastrous encounter with Miki.
Bee continued. “Of course, trouble is more than easy to find within the walls of Dungeon Devine. If I were you, I would pace myself better; especially if the teacher and horse-rider gimmicks are all you have to offer.
Now, begone.”
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Lady Estela entered next wearing a glittery latex outfit so skimpy that it rivalled a bikini set. The surface area of her boots was greater than every other piece of her costume combined. She looked sexy, and she sauntered like she knew it.
The queen bee waited for Estela to kneel, and then she let her have it.
“Tell me, Lady Estela, what makes you think you can win this competition?”
Estela thought for a moment before saying, “Well, my Goddess, I’ve always been in incredibly high demand. I’m one of the most sought after dominas out there.”
“And yet no one watching this show would ever know that you can dominate,” Bee said coldly. “You have been pushed around left and right, girl, but not once have you been on the swinging end of the whip. Do you expect your victories to simply fall into your lap? Do you think you can become the Alpha Domme by loafing around and looking pretty?”
There was a pause before Bee yelled, “ANSWER YOUR GODDESS!”
Estela’s eyes shifted rapidly as she scrambled for a response. “I-I just haven’t had any good opportunities, Goddess.”
“You had the same opportunities that every one of your competitors had, and they
all did a better job than you. Your looks may have been enough to get by on back in the world, but in Dungeon Devine you’re nothing but a spoiled brat who’s in over her head!” Bee drew a deep breath and said. “You are up for elimination!”
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The showrunners had agreed that isolating contestants who were on the chopping block would go far towards an authentic performance, and so Lady Estela was escorted to a separate area while Bee Devine finished her shoots.
Jynx the Mynx came next, decked out in a dark costume that could have been worn by a professional wrestler if only it were made of spandex instead of PVC. The attire included long pants, tight wristbands, and a bralette.
The buxom brawler knelt before her queen, looking as though she was trying to hold back the sweat on her brow. She knew that whatever was coming would not go well. Bee could practically feel the cameras zooming in on Jynx’s face, waiting to catch her reaction.
“Jynx,” Bee started. “Can you tell me the difference between Dungeon Devine and Guantanamo Bay?”
Jynx gulped. “Um, well they…”
Bee cut in before Jynx could make a bigger fool of herself. “In Dungeon Devine, behavior like yours is intolerable! What happened between you and Icy Fyre on Day One was a showcase of how
not to dominate your partner. I selected you for this show because I thought you were one of the finest applicants, but your appalling first encounter made me embarrassed to even be affiliated with you! You were childish, unhinged, and completely out of line!”
She pinched her fingers together and said, “I was this close to personally intervening, but at least you came to your senses after literally torturing your opponent to tears! Not that that redeems you in the slightest.
You’re up for elimination. Be thankful that I didn’t disqualify you immediately. Now leave!”
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Velvette came second-last. She wore a fairly simple outfit – a wife-beater and distressed skinny jeans – but the look suited her. She had managed to remove that colorful wig of hers and had even covered her scalp in enough makeup to hide the redness that the glue had surely left behind.
“Princess—I mean, Velvette, the fans have overwhelmingly voted to remove you from the show. That alone puts you up for elimination, but I actually agree with them. You should be in line to leave. Do you know why?”
Velvette gulped and said, “No, my Goddess.”
“You lied to me,” Bee said. “Tell me how long you’ve been a dominatrix.”
“Well, I’ve been in the sex industry since--"
“That wasn’t what I asked,” Bee snapped. “Dance around my question one more time and you’re done! How long have you been a professional dominatrix?”
Velvette took a long, shaky breath. “About three months before applying for Alpha Domme.”
“Three months,” Bee repeated in a scolding tone that cut deep into Velvette’s core. “You’re green as grass, and it was very apparent when you went up against the big girls. Isn’t that right, Princess?”
Velvette shuffled with anxiety but she said nothing, so Bee continued. “You were stupid to think that you could fool me, but I selected you anyways because I saw how quickly you made a name for yourself. You’re a quick and adaptable learner, but you failed to demonstrate that this week. That is why you are up for elimination.”
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And finally, there was Icy.
She knelt before her goddess in a sleeveless halter catsuit with strapped heels and matching arm warmers. With her hair and make-up all done up, the curvy queen looked as though she was healthy and in pristine condition, but Bee knew better. Icy was tired and beaten down, and that was only going to get worse.
“Icy, when I looked at your portfolio, I was excited to have you on my show. Sadly, you’ve done nothing but disappoint me since you got here.”
“Godd--“
“Interrupt me again, girl,” Bee shouted. “Interrupt me again, and see what happens!”
Icy swallowed hard. She undoubtedly wanted to defend herself, but Bee had a certain power over people. She could shut anyone up, including a stubborn hothead like Icy Fyre.
“By pursuing revenge against Jynx, you picked a fight that you couldn’t win, and you travelled down that path until you’d made a walking joke out of yourself.”
Bee saw Icy clench her fists. Those words cut, but she was smart enough to hold her tongue and let the queen bee continue.
“The worst part of all is that you could have been a good contestant. Instead, you have been tied up and dominated more times than anyone else on the show by far, and you only have yourself to blame! It’s one thing for a bad domme to fail, but for a good domme to waste her potential like you did is just plain sad. That is why you are up for elimination.”
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Icy was not escorted into a separate room. Instead, the other three losers were returned to the room and lined up on their knees in front of Goddess Devine. The lights fell and ominous spotlights dashed around the set, beckoning the beginning of the end.
Four disappointing contestants knelt before Bee Devine, and only one of them could go. It remained to be seen just who that would be.
“You all kneel before your goddess knowing that this could very well be the end of the line, but Goddess Devine is not without mercy. You all had best be prepared to fight for your life…”
Slowly, the queen of queens descended from her pedestal with a coil of rope in hand.
“The Wrap-Up is underway!”
! | Message from: TomYi |
And here we are: Icy Fyre, Jynx the Mynx, Velvette, and Lady Estela are all up for elimination.
It's ultimately all up to Bee Devine but that doesn't mean that your votes are meaningless.
Someone's about to go home, and this is your last chance to cast your vote (or even better: comment your vote!) The Domme Tally is useful but it doesn't tell the whole story, so an inciteful comment is more valuable now than ever!
Who out of those four do you want to see go, and why? Make a case for who you want to go, and make a case for who you want to stay! |