My little slave is dressed conservatively in a knee length grey wool skirt, white office shirt unbuttoned to show a little cleavage with a large collar, and her leather collar pretending to be a choker above that. Under her shirt she wears a quarter cup bra to lift her breasts and nipple jewlery perhaps just visable under the cloth; her nipples are surly visable, pressing hard against the fabric. One stray thread hangs down from the cleavage of her shirt, giving no hint that it has been carefully tied to the jewelry on her right teat.
Under her skirt, no panties, but she is wearing her whip/plug/tail, firmly in her ass, with the strands of the whip hanging down to just below the hem of her skirt. It's combination handle / butt plug was inserted slowly, without lubrication, to insure it stays in all night. Of course, these things are never assured. She will need to keep her ass clenched tight to ensure it does not suddenly plop out onto the ground from under her skirt.
A pair of black leather pumps raise her up a bit beyond her natural 5'3" height, black metal bracelets hang ready around her wrists and a single white tropical flower rests behind her left ear.
She does not meet my eyes, gazing downward as any well trained slave, but she grins wickedly and shifts her hips from left to right as she is want to do when horny. She has her wrists together at her back, clinking her braceletts together, unconciously begging to be bound; asking for me to take away her freedom, remove the voice of her mother in her head which I know from long dark conversations years ago is telling her that if she had just resisted her cousin more violently, he would not have raped her. That he would not have made her first sexual experence one of pain, submission, and learning to please a cruel master. Yes, she might have grown to be able to enjoy vanilla sex and not need a Masters permission to fuck and cum, but she does, and I love her, and doing for her (to her) what she needs has become my pleasure as well.
Mary moans, and begins to shake, only fear of her master restrains her from reaching into her skirt and frigging herself into oblivion. She sinks to the floor, I raise my voice: "STOP! And trust me that I know you well enough to task you with what you can provide and not more." That, and a hand under her chin, a stern but loving look in the eye, and a hard swat on the butt when she stands again, is enough to restore order.
Mary will endure the party, without sexual release, without letting on, without exposing our secrets. And she will be well rewarded for it in the end. And in the end.
On the ride to the party, I review the rules: "If someone tries to remove your stray thread, you may not stop them or say anything other than "Oh, that seems to be caught up on something inside", if anyone comments on your tail, just pretend it is part of the skirt. Don't worry, I will be close."
Mary moans and shifts in her seat, but she nods and takes a deep breath. I know the long term attention of the nipple attachements and the butt plug, along with the excitement of possible exposure, will make her more and more depraved as the night goes on.
We reach the building, enter and are greeted by the host and hostest who hugs Mary and after a slightly startled glance, comments that it is cold outside. Our hostest is Bianca, an older, stately and attractive woman who has been there and done that. I know from her husband Bob that she is somthing of a Domme and that he does not enjoy being her bottom which has strained thier relationship and led him to cheat more than once. He has, several times, hinted that he would love to fuck Mary and that he fantisizes about the 4 of us sharing a bed. He thinks Bianca is bi (I don't doubt it, based on how she looks at some women and the distrust she has for men) and he is sure she would enjoy topping Mary. I don't think anything like that is ever going to happen; Mary would never agree and Bianca has strong traditional and religous values and she and Mary are good friends, but I enjoy torturing him a bit and tonight could be fun.
Bob has just about wet himself looking at Mary. He litterally has to remind himself to close his mouth. He knows there is something going on with Mary's nipples because he has spent a lot of time looking at them through bathing suit tops and other thin material. I'm watching, enjoying his reaction, waiting for him to notice the tail or the stray thread.