Initiation: ACT II
Opening the door for me, he reached in and clipped the leash
type contraption to the studded high collar wrapped around my throat. Bit like
a martingale I imagined, like they used on a horse to control it’s head. I
laughed inside. ‘No shit ‘ I thought.
I pouted, the lipstick I wore a blazing bizarre wet orange.
Apparently kiss proof. All depended on what you were kissing, licking or sucking
I suppose. It would be interesting to see how much of it remained by evenings
end...
He wasn't rough, but he didn't wait or give quarter either.
Instead pulling firmly so that the collar pulled my chin up higher as he
brought me forth from inside the car to standing on the pavement beyond. I wore
a long dramatic purple cape concealing the frills and fluffery of the antique
corset and get-up, he’d patiently dressed me in.
I never said a word. Kept my mouth shut. My head down as
much as I was able and moved carefully a step behind him as we entered the club,
and made our way down to the Playroom.
I was wet long before we even entered the room. The sights,
the sounds, the raw smell of leather, lust, -both unrequited and sated hit me
straight in the groin. I squirmed. He growled and leaned down close to my ear
and reminded me that it was ALL for him. Every moan, every sigh, every dewdrop,
every look. “Mine” he rumbled.
I trembled like a skittish filly and tried not to melt into
a puddle barely a foot inside the door as I tried to see something of my
surroundings through the half Columbine mask I wore. Instead…all I caught was
my reflection in the mirrored wall across from me, as he moved like a big cat
behind to remove the cape.
‘My tits are too big.’ That was my first thought. They
overflowed the top of the corset, the cleavage deep and intriguing with the
jeweled pieces he’d placed there. Each jewel was connected to filigree chains
of gold that draped across the rise of each bosom and looped around the areola
before connecting to a solid gold bolt that pierced the black cherry hardness
of each protruding nipple. The corset made of heavy black silk had bands of
steel sewn into it that ruthlessly held the shape when the ribbons in the rear
were tightened. As long as I kept my breathing shallow, didn’t eat or drink,
either laid flat or stood, then I could breathe. I looked like a bloody
hourglass.
As he had laced me,
he’d pinched my waist in so tightly that he'd placed both hands around it. Then made me take his cock in my mouth, to suck it down and swallow as he shot his come
down my throat in hot, heavy bursts. I licked my lips at the memory, hearing
again my name on his lips as he came…
My lipstick tasted like passionfruit…
The corset ended in a sharp downward ‘v’ in front, pointing to
the ridiculously frilled panties he’d slid up my legs. The only saving grace
was the slit in the crotch of them, that he’d still have to find through the
excessive folds of silk and tulle. Black seamed stockings, perfectly, correctly
straight in the rear and high patent black heels completed the look except for
the long orange satin opera gloves. I sighed in a shallow breath. This get-up
should make me feel submissive and if I were honest, part of it did. Most of it
just pissed me off.
I could feel eyes. Eyes that followed us, assessed, murmurs
of interest? I always wondered what went through other peoples minds when
‘fresh meat’ entered… My arousal quickened once more, hot, heavy and needy, the scent of my own lust thick in my nose.
Master bent to my ear “You look...so sweetly fuckable
pet." His voice deep and dreamy. "Alas there are dues that must be paid first. Keep your eyes on me at all
times. Do not speak unless directly spoken to. Do you understand me? Nod.”
I nodded waited…
“Good girl” he said. “Let’s begin shall we? Come…”
