The Training of O: “BDSM-contest; bottled versus natural” 

<DISCLAIMER> As this story is especially dedicated to: MzBerlin - on request of member: Levesque - the characters in this story go by their own (stage) name. Although some of the events in this story have actually happened it is still fictional. Things that are acted out, performed or said by the characters in this story might not represent the actual characters as we know them. So regard this as what it is: a hot fictional story of which the writer would have hoped it to be actually true.

As this story begins we see Berlin and Sabrina Fox lying in a hotel bedroom, sleeping. The alarm shows nine o’clock as Berlin wakes up.
“Holy shit, it’s already nine. Sabrina, get your ass out of the bed we overslept.”
She shakes Sabrina who only slowly wakes up.
“Hold your horses”, she says, “There is still time, our appointment is at ten.”
“Yeah”, Berlin says, “And I definitely don’t want to be late. We both need to shower and I need a good breakfast before I can face James Mogul.”
“Just relax my dear,” Sabrina says sweetly kissing Berlin, “I’ll hit the showers first and I’ll be ready in a tick.”
She slides out of bed and glides into the bathroom. Berlin can hear her singing.
“How can she be so composed”, Berlin thinks, “I am completely stressed.”

Ever since they got this strange phone call from James, she had felt stressed and worried. He wanted a meeting with them, but not stating the reason.
“And, oh yeah, be prepared for this meeting could actually end in a shoot”, he had added.
Berlin hated it when she didn’t know what was going to happen or what to expect. Meeting with Mister Mogul could mean all sorts of things, she knew ever since she had taken on her training week.
She banged the bathroom door: “Come on, hurry up, we will have to be ready to leave in 15 minutes.”
“That’s okay honey, I am ready.”
Sabrina dances out of the bathroom.
“My gawd, does she look sexy with all these wet, red curls”, Berlin thinks, “I’ll better take a cold shower.”
Sabrina doesn’t understand all the stress. They deliberately got this hotel room in San Fran to be able to get there in time. She felt however that Berlin was really uncomfortable knowing it to be the same room as where she stayed during her training of O.

“I expect James to barge in any minute”, she said last night in bed.
Sabrina was also wondering about this strange appointment, but it didn’t make her as nervous as Berlin. She was excited though and thinking about it her fantasies got the better of her. She had some wild imaginations this last week. Some of these fantasies had wetted her panties seriously. As Berlin got out of the shower after five minutes later she was so stressed that she immediately started sweating. In the notorious ‘pussy van’ she had to eat her sandwich, but was so nervous that she hardly could swallow.

When the van arrived at the parking house of the Armoury, Berlin and Sabrina were handcuffed and blindfolded. “The meeting is in a secret place”, was the only explanation given. Berlin hated this; she now cursed herself for choosing these damned high heels. For the most part she was dragged more through those long corridors than that she was walking. The man guiding her was much bigger than her and had a firm grip around her arm. Especially up and down the stairs was hard and it seemed that they had to walk faster by the minute. Berlin heard Sabrina shouting as she had hit the wall with her hip.
“Are you alright honey?” she asked. “Shut up,” her guide said and smacked her ass.
“This one has a real nice ass”, he says while moving his hand with round circles on Berlin’s ass.
“Oh but this cutie has really nice tits”, the other guide says.
This was clearly a woman as Sabrina found out earlier. The fingers squeezing her tits and twisting her nipples belonged to a woman. After a walk that seemed to last like an hour, they were standing alone for the guides had clearly left the room.

They were told to stand still and not to make a sound. Suddenly they could hear people gently entering the room. There was whispering but impossible to identify who they were or how many. Berlin was getting very nervous again and Sabrina very excited. Both girls getting wet; Berlin sweated heavily and Sabrina was feeling a warm moist feeling between her thighs.
“Well, well, welcome you two even if you have arrived too late. You were told to be here at ten sharp and meanwhile it is ten thirty.”
This was clearly James’ voice and Berlin got even more nervous now. The other day she has seen the results of Charlotte Vale’s late arrival. He probably walks around with that damned single tail of his.
“Oh my gawd”, Sabrina thinks, “I hope he has brought his single tail. I love meetings like this.”
James continues: “MzBerlin, do you recall a thread posted by one of the member about redheaded girls?”
“Do you mean the one where this member was nagging about natural redheads being able to endure pain better than bottled redheads, sir?”
She hears the whistling sound of the cane just before it hits her ass.

“This member should be addressed by his proper name: Starmaster and he was not nagging but merely suggesting this to you.”
James hits her two more times in the exact same spot and she can feel the first mark building up under her dress. “And as for you young lady”, James addresses Sabrina hitting her twice with the cane as well. “You shouldn’t feel left out.” 
“Thank you trainer”, she replied. “Ah, good girl, I’ll strike you again for that.
“Did you know that Starmaster suggested a competition between you two and MzBerlin and that she chickened out? She claimed that the two of you love each other so much that you could never hurt each other.”

“That is partially right, trainer. Berlin and I love each other dearly, but I also love a good challenge. If I could please you trainer I would do it, though. And I like Berlin – or anyone else for that matter – hurting me.” 
“Very nice”, James says, “And what about you MzBerlin, are you up for a challenge? You had a big mouth then, are you still afraid? Starmaster is here to watch this and I think he’s entitled to some proof.”

Berlin gets three more blows with the cane in the same spot and only an inch away from the first three. She hates it when people leave her no choice.
“There is a member here who will witness me having cold feet; he will probably tell the world about it; besides it is not wise to go against James.”
Berlin thoughts are not very composed at the moment and these harsh blows with the cane are not making this any better.
“Okay sir, I will give him his proof.”

“Welcome to the annual BDSM Redhead contest”, James says as he removes the blindfolds. The girls need some time to adjust to the light. They are in the middle of a very big hall. James is standing close to them and at the other end of the room is a table on a small stage. There are three chairs behind it. The middle one is empty; on the right is Claire Adams in her latex sergeant’s suit; on the left is Madison Young in her Ultimate Surrender outfit. In the corner is Matt Williams speaking to an elderly distinguished person, me. I approve of the situation and am padding my riding crop against my black shiny boots.

“Meet Starmaster”, James says as he points in y direction, “The rest you know; Matt Williams is here as our referee; The Iron Lady and Madison assist me in the jury. Starmaster meet the competitors.”
I walk over across the hall; the sound of my heels on the floor echo at every step.
“You both look very hot and it is a real pleasure to have you here for this contest. I am sure we are all going to enjoy it. Matt will be a good referee; he is impartial for not being a redhead; and James will be a good chairman of the jury.”
“The iron Lady will be especially judge the sadistic parts of this challenge and dear Madison the masochistic part. James will be looking into the general and psychological aspects and I have made up the rules of this contest. Let me remind you that this is the actual final. Of course the winner will not be the best BDSM redhead for this year, because that will be Madison. I voted her to be the number one because she’s out of anyone’s league. On number two is the Iron Lady; she’s so good and I must say I fear her a little. So the winner of this contest will be in third place this year. But bronze is a nice medal too.”
Before I have the chance to actually open the games, Berlin says: “That’s not fair. How can these two have gold and silver without even competing?”

The Iron Lady has made her way up to the two girls.
“How do you mean fair”, she bites as she slaps Berlin in the face, “Life is not fair on the redheads. They are picked upon in school; they have a hard time dating because most boys hate their freckles. They can’t sunbath with their white skin. So it is only fair when they don’t have to compete against the fake reds. And as for Sabrina here, she likes it to be here and to compete, don’t you girl?”
She immediately slides her hand under Sabrina’s dress and feels the girl’s panties.
“Just as I thought, the filthy bitch is soaking wet already.”
She pulls Sabrina’s head back by the hair and sticks the fingers in her nose to make her smell her own pussy juices. She strikes her hard across the face leaving the imprint of her fingers.
I finish my opening speech: “I declare these games to be opened. We start of with exercises in humiliation, than we do a bondage part, followed by a discipline contest; after that a sadistic part and we end off by deciding who the best masochist is. Let the games begin.”
“Just follow me”, James says.

We walk along corridors and up and down stairs till we finally find ourselves in a dungeon with a large mud pit. James takes off the handcuffs and invites me to undress the girls. Berlin is real sweaty and shivers every time I touch her. Sabrina is not sweaty all over but her panties are really soaking wet and I can see her sweating heavily under her armpits.
I suggest that the girls warm up for the humiliation part by licking each others armpits. After that the girls are ordered to enter the mud pit and stand there with their arms spread. They immediately sink in the soaking mud just below their knees. I hand out big dildos to the girls.
“Stick that dildo in your pussy and then in your mouth to make sure you cough up some slime. Then I want you to spit in your opponents face and slap that face. The opponent will have to say: Thank you slut for slapping my face, please do it harder. Then the other one has a go at it. We’ll do it ten times and make sure every slap is harder than then the previous one. If you can’t take it any more say so and you will loose by way of knock-out. Otherwise we will give you points for the best spitter and slapper.”