Kink Domme Hearts

Paine bit back a cry as the crop landed on her ass, the group entering the disembarking point for a hovering platform which had three chairs in a wide triangular pattern on it, ‘Kitty’ running to sit beside the chair situated at the back of the formation.  The maid sat in the seat next to Kitty, scratching her head affectionately as Dolly sat in the first of the forward chairs with Rikku pulled into her lap.  Naminé smacked Paine’s ass again, turning her to face out from the final chair.  

“Kneel, Pony.” she said delivering another smack to her ass with the crop.  Paine yelped into the gag and knelt awkwardly on the floor, allowing her to disembark.  She made to rise back up but a harsh slap from the crop reprimanded her and she sank to her knees, her head falling in humiliation.  Naminé smiled and sat in her chair, resting her feet on Paine’s available back as a footrest.

“Pay attention Pony... The show is about to start.” said Naminé as Larxene placed a teapot and a pair of bone china cups down on a table between her and Xion, while Xion opened a chill box underneath and got out a stick of sea-salt ice cream for both of them.

“Here you are Mistress,” she said, handing Naminé a stick.  She accepted it and began to lick it, pausing momentarily to nod at Larxene; signalling she was to pour the tea.  The maid stood and bowed, picking up the teapot and pouring a measure of tea into each cup before setting down the pot and handing the cup and saucer to Naminé.

Naminé accepted the cup and took a sip of tea as the platform floated up.  Xion reached up and brushed a finger across the closed eyelids of Rikku’s golden mask, while both Naminé and Xion put their own masks on, Xion surprised to see Naminé do the same as her.

“Maybe, with this one, I’ll let you put it on.” Naminé said, holding up a red one, before Paine and Rikku both gasped at what they saw.

A circular platform was rising from the stadium floor; supported on three sides by gold statues of Yuna, Rikku and Paine.  The figures were naked and bound in gold cuffs at their wrists and ankles, their heads bowed in submission with the platform resting on their shoulders.  The spotlights clicked on one at a time, revealing the stands were packed to the brim with Nobodies.

A final set clicked on and all the Nobodies began to jeer at the sullen figure of Yuna, flanked by the Dancer Nobodies.  She looked up as the cries of ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ came from the assembled crowds. Above, Paine suddenly wanted to strike out at the crowds, Xion clutching her golden toy harder as she squirmed.

“No, Pony!” Naminé snapped, giving her a hard spank as Paine shifted under her feet, “You dare go down there, and you’ll join her in her fate.”  Paine bowed her head, tears shining in her eyes as she looked down at her friend.

Xion giggled, running her hands along Rikku’s squirming body.  “Bet you wish you hadn’t gotten so greedy... If you hadn’t then maybe you could have saved her.” she whispered, using her fingers to squeeze and caress her breasts through the gold bikini top, then with a pause, she moved her mouth to Rikku’s ear, whispering, “However, I’m really happy you were...”

Yuna’s head came up as the first bars of the song began to play.  Her ballgag dissolved in a shower of light as she began to sing.

What can I do for you?

Her outfit and bonds dissolved next, the points of light spinning around her as she raised her arms.

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

I can hear you

She sang, spinning around as the true dressphere formed.  Yuna’s body was clad in a bikini top made of triangles of a thin white material and held in place with chains of white gold, her breasts and nipples visible through the fabric.  A thin chain of white gold encircled her waist with panels of the white material hanging from the front and back to her ankles.  Her leather bonds were replaced with cuffs of white gold at her ankles and wrists, a slack of 3 feet between them.  Sleeves of the material stretched from under the wrists cuffs, to her elbows and a pair of stiletto heels with 7 inch heels made of white gold formed on her feet.  A collar of white gold encircled her neck with the symbol of Kink Domme Hearts dangling from it and a ring with a Kink Domme Hearts charm was closed around the end of her braid.

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

With those words and the last burst of music, the lights flashed and disappeared, a pair of white miniature angel wings appearing on her back and a shining metal pole capped with the Kink Domme Hearts symbol rising behind her.  She stepped back and wrapped her hand around the pole, twirling around it as she went into the first verse.

Far beyond the hazy borders of my heart

I could see a place that's something like this

Every now and then I don't know what to do

Still I know that I can never go back

Her voice rang out strong as she caressed the pole with her other hand.  She turned and pressed her back to the pole, sliding down it with one hand still grasping the pole, the other tracing down her chin to her neck and along her collarbone.  The Dancer Nobodies moved at the first words of the verse, stepping to either side of her with sinuous movements, their hands moving from their hips up their bodies.

But the things I've seen

In those hazy dreams

Can't compare to what I'm seeing now

Everything's so different

That it brings me to my knees

She sank to her knees, her eyes lidded and her finger trailing along the curve of her breast before she flowed from kneeling to standing in a single fluid motion.  The music kicked up and the Dancers brought their hands from above their heads to either side as they spun on their heels to face the crowds.

And though I know the world of Real Emotion has surrounded me

I won't give into it

Now I know that forward is the only way my heart can go

I hear your voice calling out to me:

"You'll never be alone."

Her leg was hooked around the pole and she spun around it during the first lines, her hands tracing down her front and pressing to her chest during the middle two lines.  The Dancers slid closer, their arms pressed to their chests.  She spread her legs at the last line, one arm raised with the other over her heart while the dancers sank to their knees, spinning on their heels to face the crowd.  Yuna immediately brought it down wrapping her hand around the pole as she went into the chorus.

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

I can hear you

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

Yuna went straight into the next verse, stepping around the pole to the other side.  The Dancers perfectly mirrored her movements as she stepped away from the pole a few steps, her hands on her hips as she slid them slowly up her sides to the bottom of her rib cage before spreading them wide on the last line, her head falling back.

I don't plan on looking back on my own life

I don't ever plan

To rely on you

Even if by chance everything should go wrong

You come in one day

And try to save me

Her lips parted to start the next verse when a familiar voice rang out from in front of her. She looked in front of her and saw the SM Nobody, rising up on a platform to her right, the Dancers kneeling in submission, their heads bowed and their wrists crossed behind them.  The Nobody continued singing in that oh so familiar voice as it rose higher.

Though from time to time

It's an upward climb

All I know is that I must believe

Cause the truth I'm seeking

Always was inside of me

At the last word, the Nobody threw its arms wide, the dark skin dissolving in a spray of black sparks to reveal Lenne.  She was clad in a very erotic outfit consisting of black thigh high stiletto boots, a black corset laced tight, and a pair of elbow length black gloves.  A leather collar was around her neck with the Kink Domme Hearts symbol dangling from it and the beret was still perched atop her flowing chestnut hair.  She stepped off the platform and towards Yuna, her voice ringing out clear as Yuna backed away.

And when, I find, the world of Real Emotion

Has surrounded me

The many things that you

Taught me then

Will always be enough to get me through the pain

Because of you I am strong enough

To know I'm not alone

Lenne’s voice echoed out alone as she backed Yuna against the pole.  She caressed Yuna’s face, trailing her fingers down her front before she pressed her hand to Yuna’s chest at the second to last line.  Rikku and Paine looked on in shock and confusion as the once-former Unsent turned and took a few steps away before pivoting on the ball of her foot to point at Yuna as she went into the chorus.

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

Yuna finally found her voice and sang out the next two lines of the chorus, catching Rikku, Paine, and even Lenne by surprise.

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

The Dancers rose to their feet and slid back to their positions on either side of the pole, their hands tracing circles along their hips.  Lenne smiled at Yuna and took the next two lines of the song with Yuna singing the last.

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

I can hear you.

Lenne stepped towards Yuna, her hands on her hips and her voice taking up the third verse.  The Dancers spun in a circle around the pole, their arms raised and their necks bared.

And if, I find, the Real world of Emotion

Has surrounded me

And I can't go on

And you are there

The moment that I close my eyes

You comfort me

We are connected

For all of time

I'll never be...

Yuna embraced Lenne, her hands coming to rest on the other singer’s ass and her head on her chest while she sung her lines. Lenne tipped her chin up with one hand, her voice ringing out as her hand grasped the pole, the other resting on Yuna’s chest.  The two shared a look on the last line, then Yuna stepped over to the pole, already on her part of the verse.

And though, I know, the world of Real Emotion

Has surrounded me

I won't give into it

Now I know, that forward

Is the only way my heart can go

I hear your voice calling out to me

You'll never be alone

The two faced the pole on opposite sides, Yuna grinning before she wrapped her hand around the pole, spinning to Lenne’s side before pressing her breasts to Lenne’s back.  Her tongue slid down her back as Lenne arched, singing the next line before hooking a leg around the pole and spinning to the other side.  As they reached the last line of the verse, the Dancers stopped their circling and stood in place, their arms raised high for the last line before bringing them down and sliding into a faster dance step as the music increased in intensity.

What can I do for you

What can I do for you

What can I do for you

I can hear you

What can I do for you

What can I do for you

What can I do for you

I can hear you

I can hear you

Yuna and Lenne alternated the last part of the chorus, their bodies grinding against the pole and each other, their hands caressing the pole and their bodies as they sung.  The Dancers continued their movements, sliding their hands up their legs as they leapt and spun before landing gracefully.  

The singers brought their hands on the pole down to shoulder height, glancing at each other before planting a foot outward from the pole and turning to face outward, their other arms raised up and out as they sung the last line in unison and the dancers sunk to their kneeling position facing outward on either side of the pole near the edge of the stage.

As the song ended, Naminé, Xion and Larxene began clapping, and Namine smiled down at Lenne. “I hope you enjoy your new star, Mistress Lenne.” Namine declared, “I will be back for a concert when I have finished my collection. I hope she’ll be just as receptive when that happens.”

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Yuna felt the euphoria of the concert pass, trying to make sense of the imagery, of all the things she’d seen, trying to deny what she saw, only to look at the figure who so much looked like Lenne in front of her in shock as the platform lowered back down to the staging area.  She’d not changed back into the black skinned seductress she remembered. The Stage Manager had been like that all along!

“Lenne?  Is that really you?” Yuna asked in slight disbelief.  The person in front of her nodded and said, “Yes, it’s really me.  It sure has been a while since the Farplane hasn’t it?”

Yuna stumbled back slightly, only the leash stopping her falling back. “No... It can’t be! So all this time you were the Stage Manager? Why would YOU do something like this?”

Lenne looked at Yuna and then gave the leash a tug, pulling the still bound girl close before capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Yuna struggled, trying to figure out what was going on.  Her eyes widened as she felt something sticky flow into her mouth.  The mass solidified across her face and in her mouth as a latex panel gag with a large mouth piece that muffled her cries.  “Zat zhould... Ahem,  That should answer your first question.” said Lenne as Yuna’s hands scrabbled against the smooth surface of the gag.  

“To answer the second question... After our parting, I found myself thinking about you.  You were the sexiest person to wear me and I found myself wanting you.  Eventually I escaped the Farplane and went out in search of you.  I found Mistress Naminé who offered me a deal.  I agree to serve her and lure you and your little friends in and I get you...”  Yuna’s eyes widened and she let out a string of protests as the chains around her wrists pulled her arms behind her, the cuffs joining behind her back. “You’ll soon stop protesting, my pet...” said Lenne, as her free hand cupped Yuna’s breast and squeezed gently before tugging on her leash and leading her off the platform.

She lead her into a bedroom, two of the altered Dancer Nobodies flanking the door, Yuna taking in the various dungeon items surrounding the empress size bed.  “We still have time before we need to meet the others for the after party.” Lenne said, pushing Yuna onto the bed and clipping her leash to an eyebolt set in the headboard before walking over to the wall and selecting a few items from it.  “So I think I’ll finish what I started earlier...”

Lenne turned around, holding a flogger and a pair of nipple clamps.  The bound girl began to struggle anew at the sight of these items and the pain they promised.  Lenne just smiled and slid onto the bed, setting the flogger to the side and draping the clamps around her neck by the chain as she slid closer to the helpless Yuna.

Yuna mmphed, looking at her in terror as she cupped her breasts and began to squeeze them, working her nipples between forefinger and thumb.  She lowered her lips to one and began to lick and kiss the fleshy nub, teasing it to erection before switching to the other.  After both were nice and hard, she removed the clamps from around her neck and pinched one open, lowering it to Yuna’s left nipple and closing it, eliciting a cry of pain from the bound singer as her eyes squeezed tight.  She opened them a crack just in time to watch as the second clamp was lowered to her nipple and closed.

“Oh Yuna...” said Lenne, holding the chain connecting the clamps in one black-gloved hand.  “I just love hearing you scream.” she said, giving the chain a tug and pulling a muffled scream from Yuna’s throat.  Lenne smiled as a chain spiralled down from the ceiling.  Yuna’s  wrists were connected to the chain before Lenne used a crank on the wall to pull Yuna up until her wrists were angled towards the ceiling, her breasts barely brushing the bed with her ass raised and very vulnerable. “Scream for me.” Lenne said, going towards the flogger and raising it...

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Naminé squeezed the ass of Paine, slapping it. “You are a lovely pony...” She said, smiling, “You may well get to play with someone if you’re lucky.”

Rikku moaned nearby as Xion squeezed her breast through the two layers of latex. “Such cute moans...” said Xion, pressing the ‘scepter’ to her pussy again and turning it to low.  The latexed figure squirmed and humped into the vibrating head of the bejeweled toy as her orgasm approached for what felt like the umpteenth time, only to have the toy drawn away at the last second, her cries of intense need muffled by the latex gag.

“Now then shall we get set up for the after party?” said Naminé, getting out their gothic doll dresses, both girls getting dressed, the red set notable in it’s lack of use. “One day, Nami-sama, one day...” Xion said, sighing, “She’ll look so cute then.”

Naminé grinned and handed the leash to Larxene.  “Take care of her and the thief.  They are to help warm up the crowd for the main attraction.” said Naminé as she began to pull on her dress.  Larxene grinned and placed the latexed Rikku atop Paine’s back, the toys inside Rikku shifting as Paine trotted after Larxene.

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Yuna walked behind Lenne with her head hung low, Lenne tugging on her nipple clamp chain every few feet to get another lovely yelp from her. “Your pain was like sweet music to my ears, my lovely idol...” Lenne purred, “You shall be like a finely tuned instrument when I am done.”  The two of them arrived at a large white door with a tall nobody armed with a bull whip standing in front of it. “We’re on the list.” said Lenne with a dismissive wave of the hand holding the chain causing Yuna to gasp in pain again, “Although, Can you come by our room later?”  The bouncer nodded and opened the door for them, allowing the two in.

Lenne surveyed the interior of the ballroom-esque room the after party was being held in.  She noticed a few of the new style Nobodies, noticeable by the Kink Domme Hearts symbol where their crest normally was.  Quite a few seemed to have come from excursions as Lenne could see a few female humans among the faces.

The women had been stripped of their clothes and now sported black rubber armbinders and body harnesses that pinned their arms tight to their backs.  Their legs were encased in thigh high latex boots with ballet heels that forced them to walk on tiptoe.  A serving tray was attached to a metal belt around their waists with chains attached ti nipple clamps adorning their nipples and further supporting the tray.  The last thing was a all encompassing ‘hood’ and posture collar that rendered them effectively anonymous with the Kink Domme Hearts symbol dangling from their collars.

“Maybe a couple of these lovely sluts will want to join our troupe...” Lenne said, squeezing one of the serving girls hard on the backside, causing her to yelp, “Not as tuneful as you, my dear idol, but they can hold a note.”  Lenne used the paddle hanging from a short chain at the waist of the girl to smack her ass and send her on her way as she scanned the crowd.  “I think I feel like a celebratory drink of champagne. I wonder where... Ah! There is the drinks girl.  You might recognize her.”  Yuna turned and let out a gasp as she beheld the figure walking towards them on all fours, going to get up and attempt to help her, only to give a sharp yelp as Lenne pulled her back by the nipple chain.

Paine, who was only recognizable by the silver of her mane and tail, clopped over bearing a drinks tray consisting of various shelves, each with flutes of champagne upon them.  Lenne selected one and used the riding crop labeled, ‘Tip me’ to deliver a whack to Paine’s ass.  The ponygirl whinnied in pain and cast a sad look up at Yuna before ambling off to serve more drinks.

“Lovely service wouldn’t you say?” asked Lenne as she sipped her champagne, clearly enjoying the look of sorrow on Yuna’s face as Paine was forced to endure the humiliation of being a mobile serving cart.  “Now I feel like perusing the buffet table.  Come Idol.” said Lenne tugging on the chain, Yuna following with a chorus of yelps and sobs.

There was a crowd of Nobodies at the table and Lenne snapped her fingers causing them to disperse revealing a delicious centerpiece as the object of their fascination.  Rikku’s toys had been extracted from her pussy and ass with the latex sheathes remaining inside her.  She had then been placed upon a block of ice with a section carved out and two large ice cocks jutting from a curved portion near the bottom.  Rikku had been settled atop the ice, the twin ice cocks penetrating her lower holes.  

The ice had been carved to cup her latexed form exquisitely and a set of frigid ice restraints at her ankles knees and waist ensured she was positioned in a semi laying down/seated position with her leg held wide open and her head tilted as if peeking from between her spread legs.  

Gold candles had been arranged over her body at slight angles where it was exposed and lit, the wax dripping down and spattering over her latexed form, the heat transferred through the layers to her and causing her to let out short yips and yelps of pain as they landed.

“Why, Nami... You have such exquisite taste... Such a lovely contrast, and what a wonderful accompaniment...” Lenne said, finding a spare candle and lighting it, before looking at Yuna, “Now, bend down, Idol, and let’s see how well you compare...”

Yuna bent in front of the cruel centerpiece that was her cousin and yelped as a drip of hot wax spattered on her back, then more and more, and she felt several candles begin to drip as the Nobodies joined in the cruel torment.  Finally the points of pain stopped and she felt a tug on her chain.  “Up Idol, its time to get ready for the after party show.” said Lenne, blowing out her candle.

She stood, the cooled wax on her back cracking and falling to the floor as she was led through the crowd.  A minute and heaven knows how many pinches, caresses, and fondlings later found her and Lenne at a door near the stage set near the back of the ballroom.  Lenne opened the door with a key and tugged her in, the door closing ominously behind them.

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Rikku let out yet another whimper as the wax from the candles dripped onto her breasts.  Despite what she had thought, the latex suit wasn’t even taking the edge off the heat and she could feel each drop as it made contact with her.  She felt a pinch on her clit and mewled in pain, looking down and seeing the masked faces of Naminé and Xion looking up at her. The twin dolls were unnerving when they were like this, a obsidian black face and a pure white face staring at her, somehow able to see despite the fake half-lidded eyes.

“Enjoying your waxing?” Naminé asked, selecting a candle and using it to trail drips along Rikku’s inner thighs, eliciting a cry of pain from the bound beauty.  “Well you better pay attention cause the show is about to start.” she said with a sadistic grin as she dripped a big blob of wax on her clit, making her squeal in agony.

The gold-skinned girl opened her eyes in time to see the curtain over the stage rise revealing Yuna.  Her cousin was on her knees and bound in a steel frame that forced her arms up towards the top bar.  Her waist was bent at a ninety degree angle over the middle bar and her knees were bound to either end of the final bar.  From behind Yuna stepped the familiar figure of Lenne.  This Lenne however was carrying a paddle and wearing a large strapon dildo, and Rikkus’s eyes widened at the size of the toy.

“That’s right...” said Naminé.  “She’s going to be fucked on stage.  Her virginity taken by a rubber cock.”  Rikku began to tear up at the news but was forced to watch as Yuna was paddled mercilessly atop the stage and then taken from behind, her agonizing scream of pain as her virginity was taken, the perfect overture to their servitude to Mistress Naminé...

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    “Package for a Kairi...” The mailman called, Kairi interrupting him and signing for it. “Wonder what it might be?” She said, opening the parcel to find a exquisite red silk and lace dress, some kind of odd red mask made of some kind of hard material.

    ‘I heard you were holding a sleepover in a week or so.’ The card inside said, ‘We were hoping to see you in this...’

    Kairi thought about it, and nodded, looking at the odd reddish chrome heart symbol on it briefly, not really noticing the chains on it. As she modelled it in front of the mirror, the town’s clock struck 13, many blaming it on the duck pilot who crashed into it the previous day...

*Song lyrics for Real Emotion taken from Final Fantasy X-2*