2 Mistresses: A Study in Seduction

Samantha moaned and said, "So how do I get this dress?"

Scarlett revealed, "It was bought at a charity auction a week after the Oscars."

"Oh, by whom?" Samantha asked.

Scarlett said, realizing that by this time Samantha had enough information to Google it and thus she wasn't really breaking confidentiality by saying the name, so she said, "Carolyn Adams."

Samantha's face instantly paled. She asked coldly, even though she had heard it clearly, "Did you say Carolyn Adams?"

"Yes, Mistress," Scarlett nodded, noticing a sudden complete change in the woman's demeanour.

Samantha grabbed the blonde's head and roughly held it deep against her pussy. She was suddenly furious. Carolyn Adams was a complete bitch. Carolyn Adams had stolen one of her pets, her supposedly most loyal pet Carmen from her a couple of years ago at a fundraiser for the SPCA. She had been searching for a way to get revenge ever since. She asked, "How well do you know Ms. Adams?"

Scarlett instantly knew something was up. She could see it in the woman's body language, hear it in her tone and sense it in her eyes. Yet confident that her Mistress Carolyn could look after herself just fine thank you, she admitted, "She is the CEO of Elegance Stockings."

"Of course she is," Samantha sighed. She had seen Carolyn as her arch enemy, her polar opposite. A Mistress who did things the old fashioned way. "So I can assume you are a pet of hers."

Scarlett didn't like where the conversation was going, already worried she had said too much. She answered, with a truth that didn't directly answer the question, "I have serviced her like I have many of my clients."

"I see," Samantha moaned, the blonde really working her pussy over. "I want the most expensive dress you have in stock."

Scarlett said, "That would be a gold dress with over five hundred diamonds and a price tag of over a million dollars."

"Bring it to me," Samantha ordered, money never an object.

"Of course, Mistress," Scarlett nodded, leaving to get it herself since her assistant was busy munching the customer's pussy.

Samantha closed her eyes, revenge on her mind. Someday soon she was going to make that bitch crawl between her legs and beg to serve her. She wasn't sure how she was going to accomplish this yet, Carolyn was indeed a worthy adversary and not at all a typical seduction. She imagined Carolyn on her knees licking her pussy as her ex-pet Carmen was getting gang banged by potent men and impregnated as punishment for her complete betrayal. She came quickly and was still recovering when Scarlett returned with the dress.

It was indeed beautiful and extravagant.

Samantha stood up and had herself dressed in it. It fit almost perfectly, as if it was made for her in advance.

"Wow!" Chloe had been completely silent until now, but she thought her Mistress suddenly looked like a royal princess. "Mistress, you look amazing."

"Thank you my pet," Samantha nodded. "Big tits, go and pleasure my assistant."

"Yes, Mistress," Trenna obeyed, licking her lips to retrieve the last sweet remnants of the bitchy woman's pussy. Its taste was likely the best or perhaps second best she had ever tasted. Mistress Carolyn's was equally enthralling.

"Do you wish to buy it?" Scarlett asked.

"Of course," she nodded.

"The mocha nylons are the perfect colour choice for it as well," Scarlett pointed out.

"I suppose they are," Samantha nodded, admitting to herself that the darker shade enhanced both her legs and the dress.

"I will get the contract ready, then?" Scarlett said more as a question.

"Yes, please do," Samantha nodded, as she admired herself in the mirror, already thinking of ways of getting back at Carolyn.

Samantha paid for the dress, signed the agreement, bought three more pairs of the nylons even though it killed her to spend money that would go to Carolyn, made Scarlett herself give her a goodbye orgasm, and headed back to the hotel.

As they got into the limo, she ordered, "Chloe, get me the next couple of weeks' itinerary

for Carolyn Adams."

"Of course, Mistress," Chloe nodded, not knowing who Carolyn was, but understanding clearly that her Mistress despised this woman.

Meanwhile, Scarlett texted Carolyn:

Are you awake, Mistress?

We need to talk.

Carolyn was reading the paper, having her morning coffee and having her newest pet lick her pussy. It was the way she loved to enjoy the rare mornings when she had no morning meetings or engagements.

She looked at the text. This was unorthodox. She grabbed the phone and called Scarlett.

"Bonjour, mon bébé. What's up?" Carolyn asked.

Scarlett recounted the entire encounter with Samantha Summers.

Once done listening, Carolyn replied, "No, you haven't done anything wrong; I'll take care of it from here. Thank you for informing me so promptly."

Hanging up, she smiled. Her live-in maid and full time house pet back in New York was Carmen, a beautiful Latina who had the booty of Beyoncé, the face of Jennifer Lopez and the breasts of Jennifer Love Hewitt. Carolyn had seduced her, taking her back to her hotel at a fundraiser a couple years ago unaware she was already collared by a Mistress. That said, just like she always did she gave her pet a choice. The pet chose Carolyn and had become her most loyal, capable, hardworking submissive.

Samantha had angrily threatened her with vague consequences the following week when Carmen chose to move in with her. It had seemed to be an idle threat and she hadn't heard of or even thought about the young wannabe Mistress since.

Yet she couldn't help but think now that this coincidence would soon lead to a confrontation with this so-called 'Mistress' Samantha.

Of course, she revelled in the prospect. She had defeated wannabe Mistresses before. And if it came down to it, she would happily do so again. She took great pleasure in a good challenge.

She returned to reading the paper, seeing a full page advertisement for the new Pam Thomas movie 'Kiss & Tell' in which the tops of her lace stockings were in clear view. She couldn't help but smile at the impact Pam Thomas wearing her stockings had had on business.

She grabbed her iPad and Googled Samantha Summers, trying to recall what she even looked like. As she read about the young woman, she leaned back and allowed her newest pet Mindy to please her.

Carolyn smiled, enjoying her eager pet's eager tongue, who had awakened this morning (the pet, not the tongue) with absolutely no misgivings about last night's submission. She also smiled at the many tabloid stories of Samantha Summers. She was a little troublemaker!

As her orgasm built she had no doubt that the next little while was going to be interesting, very, very interesting.

THE END OF PART 1

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