INITIATION: ACT II

Opening the car 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 supposed, like something that might be used on a horse to control its head. 
I laughed inside. No shit  

Pouting, I licked my lips tasting 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 gave no 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.
Really, I deserved a medal. I was still fuming that he'd taken control back without letting me gift it back to him. 
Unable to see down, I moved carefully a step behind and followed as he led us into the club, then through to the Playroom.

My pussy was wet long before 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 to remind me that it was ALL for him. 
"Every moan, every sigh, every dewdrop, every look. Mine." 

Trembling like a skittish filly and trying not to melt into a puddle barely a foot inside the door, 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.’  
Was my first thought. 
They overflowed the top of the corset like ripe melons. 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 in, to ruthlessly hold the hourglass 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 harlet.  

As he'd 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… 

But all I could taste was the passionfruit of my gawdy lipstick.

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 beautiful, if I were honest, part of it did... 
But my mind felt wired, unable to calm and settle as I took in the surroundings.

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. 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. You will keep your eyes on me at all times. Only me. Do not speak unless directly spoken to. Do you understand me? Nod.”

I nodded waited…

“Good girl” he breathed the words and my needy cunt clutched. “Let’s begin shall we? Come…”