As we stride through the door, the room falls to a hush, and all eyes turn towards us.
I enter the room, dressed all in white leather. Knee high leather boots with three inch heels, white mini skirt, and a white leather bra. My hair swept back over my shoulder, my tanned skin offset nicely by the soft white of my outfit. But it is my other accessory that everyone most admires. You.
Wearing only a leather collar, silver latex panties and stiletto heels, you are striking as you stand there. Your hands are bound together behind you as I lead you into the room on a fine golden leash. I strut slowly across the room, my little pet in tow. You feel everyone's eyes on you. All the men. All the women. They stare at your pretty face, your firm tits and erect nipples, at your flat stomach and lean legs. As you pass, their eyes fall upon your tight ass, your hips swaying with each step you take in the high heels. The hypnotic music throbs, the bodies meld together in dance, but their eyes remain fixed on you. Everyone parts as I lead you to the centre of the dance floor. Someone brings a chair forward, and I sit, facing you. You remain standing at the end of your leash, a few feet back, as I indicate. I sit back in the deep chair, spreading my legs. I am not wearing panties, and you can clearly see my pussy beneath the tiny miniskirt. I'm handed a drink, and I take a few sips. The crowd has formed a circle around us.
I hold my glass over my right leg, and carefully pour a few drops of the drink over the top of my knee and lower thigh. You can see the liquor drip across my skin. I wave my hand into the crowd, and one of the men comes forward, goes to his knees, and begins to lick my leg clean for me. I lean forward, motion to the crowd again, and a stunning brunette woman comes to my chair. I lean forward, and she unfastens my bra top. I recline back and allow her to slide it down off my arms. I am now topless. You can see how hard my nipples are. Surely you would love to lick and suck on them for me, but I haven't given you permission to move yet, so you must remain still. Instead, I again spill a few drops of my drink across my chest. You can see it run down my cleavage and over my nipples. I look up at the brunette, and she immediately bends down, takes my breasts in her hands, and licks my tits clean, as you can only imagine doing. I grab her hair, pull her face to mine, and kiss her deeply. You can see our tongues snaking against each other. I stop, whisper something in her ear, and she rises.