I arrived 13 minutes early at our agreed location, which was just a 5 minute walk from where the party was hosted. Because I didn't want you to miss me, I got out of my car already, even though it was -4 degrees outside. After about 7 minutes I got a text from you, saying that you would be late, probably 10 minutes. Still I chose to stay outside, walking up and down the short street to keep myself warm a bit.
When finally your bus arrived, I quickly took my bags out of the car and joined you on our way to the location. I noticed that you didn't even acknowledge me, let alone greet me, and just walked by me. This was quite unexpected, but I figured you wanted to get out of the cold as soon as possible.
Once we got inside I tried to get your attention, but still you ignored me. Then I realized what was going on, so I quickly walked to the changing room and changed into the outfit you had ordered me to wear. I felt unsure about how I looked. The skirt was too short for my liking, the top barely covered my breasts and I had trouble standing on the 8cm heels of my pumps. As instructed, I hadn't put on make-up, although I didn't understand why I couldn't.
It took me about three minutes to find you upstairs. I walked up to you, taking small steps, feeling your eyes taking in my appearance and checking if I had correctly followed your instructions.
"Hi sweetheart, you look gorgeous," you said, as you embraced me in a warm, loving hug.
I heard your words, but found it hard to believe that it could actually be true. Still I enjoyed feeling the warmth of your body against my bare skin, letting myself drown in your loving hug.
You allowed me time to finish the drink you had ordered for me, giving me time to greet some friends and catch up with them.
"Now follow me sweetheart," you told me with a soft, demanding voice.
You knew very well that I couldn't resist your commands when you spoke like this. I followed your lead, past the bar, down to the changing room where I had stuffed my bags in my locker.
"You know what to get me."
Again that soft voice. I opened my locker and took out the bag which contained our toys. I took my collar out, kneeled in front of you and looked to the floor as I held my collar high so you could easily take it from me. You left me sitting there for what felt like ten minutes, before you finally took the collar from me and locked it around my neck.
"You can stand up again sweetheart. Take that bag and follow me."
You found a room to play in the back of the venue, somewhat isolated and where the music from the bar wasn't so loud. I had already started undressing when you stopped me.
"What do you think you are doing? You can keep your clothes on this time."
I couldn't fathom why you would torture me like this. You knew how I disliked my body, and that I felt even worse when scarcely clothed instead of being naked, because I thought that the tiny pieces of clothing accentuated exactly those parts I disliked most. My belly hanging a bit over the waistband of my skirt, my butt cheeks just visible underneath my skirt, the excessive skin under my arms that I couldn't hide in that too-short top.
"You can take off your shoes before you lie down on the bed."
Ooh, thank goodness that I can take off these heels I thought. I did as I was told and rested my head on my arms lying on the bed.
Taking into account the way you had treated me the last couple of minutes, I expected you to take the cane to hit me on my feet. Much to my surprise you didn't. Instead, you sat down on the bed next to me and gently stroked my left arm up and down.
"Relax, little girl," you whispered.
You must have felt the tension in my body.
"You're doing great and you're very brave dressing up like this. I know how hard this is for you."
You continued stroking my arm, then my other arm and then my back. I dozed off, enjoying the stroking, the gentle tickling feeling and your energy.
After some time, it could have been minutes or hours, you got me back to reality.
"Wake up little girl. Gently now, keep your eyes closed for a minute."
Your right hand was resting on my back, while you stroked through my hair with your left hand. Slowly I landed back on the bed where my body was still lying.
"Get up sweetheart, I'm heading back to the bar."
Slowly I got up from the bed. I picked up my pumps, but didn't put them on, since you hadn't told me to. You had already taken the bag. Still somewhat dozing, I followed you back to the bar. You put down the bag next to one of the lounge seats. I looked at you questioningly.
"You can sit down sweetheart. I'm going to get you something to drink."
I sat down on the ground next to the bag and waited for you to return. You returned quickly, handing me a glass of water.
"Why are you sitting on the floor, dear? You can sit in the seat if you like."
"I felt like sitting on the floor, miss. It feels more appropriate like this," I whispered.
"Okay, you let me know if you change your mind, okay? Then I'll move to the next seat."
"Yes, miss."
I nipped from the glass of water as you sat down. Soon another person, who I didn't know, joined us, sitting down in the seat next to you. You started making small talk. I couldn't focus on the conversation, so I let it go by. After I finished my drink, I dozed off again while you were stroking my neck and upper back with your right hand.
I woke up as I felt someone tug the leash that had apparently been attached to my collar. You looked impatient.
"Get up sweetheart, I lost track of time and I have another plan for you today. We need to hurry!"
I got up as quickly as I could and I followed you again to the lockers.
"Now change into the other outfit you brought," you told me, using that sweet voice again.
I got changed as quickly as I could, not wanting to let you down. Finally out of that horrible outfit, I thought.
I felt my current outfit suited me better. At least my legs were covered, as was my belly and my armpits. I was now wearing an old blouse, a half-worn thong and some old jeans that had been out of fashion for years, but which I'd never bothered to throw away. The second outfit you had told me to bring could be torn a bit, you had said, so I should pick something that wouldn't bother me if torn.
Tugging the leash again, you urged me to follow you again upstairs, to the bar. To the bar?
"I thought we were gonna play again, miss. What are we walking to the bar for?"
You stopped, turned around and looked at me with piercing eyes.
"Since when is it a smart idea for you to start thinking when you're submitting to me?"
I quickly appologized, knowing very well that you wanted me to follow your lead without questioning. Not that I always did that, not in a long shot, but at this point I wanted to and I felt horrible that I'd let you down.
You led me to the open space next to the bar, which was surrounded by lounge seats. Right in the middle of the open space you stopped. I noticed that I was standing in front of a suspension ring, which was suspended higher than I would have expected, at about 2 meters from the ground. For sure you weren't going to suspend me. My clothes weren't fit for tying, the ring was hanging too high and besides, you had never done anything more than some functional bondage to keep me from moving too much. That functional bondage was exactly what you were planning, I would soon find out.
You fastened some cuffs around my wrists and locked each of them with a small padlock. Then you took a length of rope from the bag and tied the cuffs together, taking the long end of the rope through the suspension ring and then down to my feet, where you tied it to a speader bar. Stepping on the speader bar with one foot, you fastened cuffs around my ankles as well and told me to move my feet apart so you could connect the cuffs to the ends of the bar.
After you had done so, you stepped behind me, taking the bag with you. I could move my arms up and down a bit, but turning around was certainly out of the question. I felt you move behind me. I was surprised when you suddenly put a blindfold over my eyes. You never used blindfolds before! Where was this going?
I tried to keep calm, when suddenly I felt something cold in the small of my back. Krrssh. You were cutting my blouse open! Slowly you continued cutting and ripping apart my blouse, until it fell in small pieces to the floor. Soon after that, I felt you put something against my skin, which you kept moving in several directions and shapes over my back. It took me seconds to realize that you were writing on my skin with some kind of marker. I tried guessing what it was you were writing, but I was lost already. I would only find out what you wrote later.
Touch me.
